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THE POEMS OF

THOMAS CAREW.

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THE POEMS OF

THOMAS CAREW

SEWER IN ORDINARY TO CHARLES I. AND A GENTLEMAN
OF HIS PRIVY CHAMBER.

NOW FIRST COLLECTED AND EDITED WITH NOTES FROM THE

FORMER EDITIONS AND NEW NOTES AND A

MEMOIR BY W.''' CAREW

HAZLITT.

THE TEXT FORMED FROM A COLLATIQN OF ALL THE OLD PRINTED
COPIES AND MANY EARLY MSS.

PRINTED FOR THE ROXBURGHE LIBRARY

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CHISWICK PRESS : — PRINTED BY WHITTINGHAM AND WILKINS,
TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE.

TO .

FREDERIC WILLIAM COSENS, ESQ.

OF CLAPHAM,
THE PRESENT VOLUME IS INSCRIBED

BY HIS SINCERE AND OBLIGED FRIEND,

THE EDITOR.

PREFACE.

jLTHOUGH Oldys has remarked that Carew's
fonnets were more in requeft than any poet's of
his time, yet from 1 640, the date of the earlieft
edition of the Poems, to 1845 (°^ indeed to
the prefent time) the public has fhown itfelf
fatisfied with feven editions of the Works of Thomas Carew
and a volume of fele(5tions. The prefent publication pro-
ceeds on a different plan from all its predecefTors, which were
merely reprints of each other with all the old miftakes pre-
ferved and new miftakes introduced. Some trouble has in
fad: been taken to difcover, in public and private libraries, as
many MSS. of Carew's poems as poffible, with a view to the
purification of the text and the fupply of any fupplemental
matter which might be found to exift. The refult has been
that feventeen MSS. have been applied to the accompliftiment
of this twofold objedt ; that a large body of mifprints and cor-
ruptions, common to all the editions, has been removed, and
that upwards of thirty additions have been coUedted or re-
covered. It was obvioufly neceflary to exercife great care in
feledting from early MS. mifcellanies ; and I have tried to err
(if poffible) on the fide of caution in the admittance, on this
very treacherous kind of authority, of poems and readings.

viii Preface.

In Carew's time, unfortunately, two or three other writers
owned the initials T. C, and it was only where internal evi-
dence or fome other collateral proof was at hand, that I
allowed myfelf to be perfuaded to make room for the ftrangers,

I am aware that the authorfhip of two poems, which were
printed as Carew's in 1640 and 1642, and were inferted in
Herrick's Hefperides in 1648, has been difputed. Lawes, a
contemporary, attributed them in his Ayres and Dialogues to
Herrick, and as the latter writer was living, when his works
were publifhed, and all the editions of Carew were pofthu-
mous, I am very ftrongly difpofed to adopt the afcription of
Lawes. Still, as there feemed to be legitimate ground for
doubt, I thought it better to place the two compofitions in an
appendix.

But befides the collation of the printed and collected
poems and the extenfion of their number by the employment
of MSS., I have re-arranged the works to fome extent, and
inftead of grouping them together without order or method,
I have claffified them under what appeared to be, on the whole,
the moft appropriate heads. Such of the notes which occur
in the editions of 1 7 7 2 and 1 8 1 o ( the others are unaccompanied
by illuftrative matter), as I conceived to be of any intereft or
value, I have given in their places, and I have added to them
a few of my own and the inedited memoranda (moftly biblio-
graphical) found in a copy of the impreffion of 165,1, which
belonged to Jofeph Haflewood.

In a bookfeller's catalogue, fome years ago, there was a
copy of the firft edition of the Poems, defcribed as having
MSS. corredlions in the hand of the author, by fome one who
was apparently unaware that the book was pofthumous.

This volume is embelliflied with an engraving of the me-
dallion of Carew himfelf by Jean Varin. The likenefs feems
to have been executed in 1633, and purports to reprefent the
poet in his thirty-fifth year. It was fuperfluous to reproduce
the portrait by Vandyke, preferved in the Royal Colledtion at
Windfor, and already inferted in IVIr. Prober's Effigies

Preface. ^ ix

Poetica, 1824. It appears that Varin alfo made a likenefs
of the poet's wife, and that this was in the pofleffion of
Mr. Fry, of Briftol, or at leafl: acceflible to that gentle-
man, who propofed to give both in his announced edition.
Neither medallion is to be found in the Britifli Mufeum ;
but that of Carew was fortunately engraved by Thane
in 1794; and from a beautiful impreffion of this fcarce print
it is transferred to the prefent pages. In the memoir below
will be found a fignature, believed to be the author's auto-
graph ; and in a note further on I have given another of a
rather lefs authentic charadter, but which, after all, may be
genuine, and which, if fo, belongs of courfe to a much later
period of life ; it has been copied from the margin of one
of the leaves in Mr. Wyburd's MS., referred to elfewhere.

The notes of Davies, Fry and Haflewood have been dif-
tinguifhed by the addition of the initial D., F., and H. refpec-
tively. It muft be owned beforehand that many of thefe are
of a fomewhat trite and fupererogatory charadler.

It has been prefumed that it was hardly neceflary to offer
any explanation or apology in this cafe. Carew, in the form
of Ipecimens or extrads, occurs in all our colledions and felec-
tions ; and on more than one occafion good judges have de-
clared that a new edition, with fuch improvements as could be
introduced, was a want and deftderatum in our early literature.

It feemed proper to annex a particular defcription of all
the former impreflions of Carew's Poems ; they for the moft
part follow each other very faithfully, and are all more or
lefs incomplete and unfatisfadtory : —

1. Poems./ Byj Thomas Carew/ Efquire./ One of the
Gentlemen of the/ Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in/ Ordinary to
His Majefty./ London,/ Printed by /. D. for 'Thomas Walk-
ley ^j and are to be fold at the figne of the/ flying Horfe, be-
tweene Brittains/ Burfe, and York-Houfe./ 1640./

Odlavo, A, 2 leaves : B— S 6, in eights. Copies were
printed on thick paper.

2. Poems./ Byj Thomas Carew/ Efquire./ One of the

b

X Preface.

Gentlemen of the/ Privie-Chamber, and Sewer/ in Ordinary
to His Majefty./ The Jecond Edition revijed and enlarged./
London,/ Printed by /. D. for Thomas Walkley,/ and are to
be fold at the figne of the/ flying Horfe, betweene Brittains/
Burje, and Yorke-Houfe./ 1642.

Odavo, A— S 6, in eights, the firft leaf of A blank. _ This
impreflion has eight additional poems; but the text is lefs
accurate than that of 1640.

3. Poems,/ With a/ Mafke :/ By/ Thomas Carew Efq ;/
One of the Gent, of the Privy-/ Chamber, and Sewer in
Ordi-/ nary to his late Majeftie./ The Songs were fet in
Mufick by/ Mr. Henry Lawes Gent, of the/ Kings Chappell,
and one of his late/ Majefties Private Mufick./ The third
Edition revijed and enlarged./ London/ Printed for H. M. and
are to be fold/ by J: Martin, at the figne of the/ Bell in St.
Pauls-Church-/ Yard. 1 6 5 1 ./

Odlavo, O in eights. The Majque has a feparate title, as
in the firft and fecond editions.

4. Poems,/ Songs/ And/ Sonnets./ Together with a/
Mafque./ By Thomas Carew Efq :/ One of the Gentlemen
of the Privy-Chamber,/ and Sewer in Ordinary to His late
Majefty./ The Songs fet to Mufick by M"". Henry Lawes,/
Gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of/ His late Ma-
jefties Private Mufick./ The Fourth Edition revijed and en-
larged./ London,/ Printed for H. Herringman at the Blew
Anchor/ in the Lower Walk, of the New Exchange,/ and are
to be fold by Hobart Kemp at the "Sign/ of the Ship in the
Fpp'er Walk of the/ New Exchange. 167 1./

Oftavo, A — P 4, in eights. This impreffion contains three
poems not in thofe of 1 640-2-51. The feparate title to the
Mafque bears date 1670.

5. Poems,/ Songs,/ And/ Sonnets :/ Together with a/
Mafque./ By Thomas Carew, Efq. ;/ One of the Gentle-
men of the Privy Chamber, and/ Sewer in Ordinary to King
Charles I./ A New Edition./ London:/ Printed for T.
Davies, in Rufl'el Street,/ Covent-Garden./ m dcc lxxii./

Preface, xi

Duodecimo, pp. x. -\- 276. Prefixed is " The Life of
Thomas Carew, Efq. ; With a Short Charadler of his Writ-
ings," and there are occafional notes.

6. A/ Seledion/ from the/ Poetical Works/ of/ Thomas
Carew./ London :/ Printed for Longman, Hurft, &c./
And fold by/ Thomas Fry & Co. No. 46 High Street,
Briftol./ 1 8 10./

Odavo, pp. xvi. -j- ^^- The editor, John Fry, has added a
Preface, Biographical Notice, and illuftrations. Mr. Fry con-
templated a complete edition of the Poet, and in 18 14 iflued
a profpedbus, of which I have a copy before me. Mr. Fry
there fays: " This new edition will be very elegantly printed
on fine Drawing-Paper, in fmall Quarto : it will be illuftrated
with Portraits of the Authour and his Wife, from a rare Medal
by Warin \fic\ The price to be charged will be not more
than what will cover the expences incurred. One hundred and
fifty copies only will be printed." The defign, however, was
not carried into execution : nor is it known by the family
what became of the materials, if any, colledted by M''. Fry
for the purpofe. In the Gentleman s Magazine for January,
181 1, this edition is faid to be in preparation, and in Biblio-
graphical Memoranda, 18 16, it is defcribed as being in the
pre/s (P. 27).

7. The Works/ of/ Thomas Carew,/ Sewer in Ordinary
to/ Charles the Firft./ Reprinted from/ The Original edition
of/ M. DC. XL./ Edinburgh :/ Printed for W, and C. Tait./
M. D. ccc. xxiv./

Odtavo, pp. vi and xii -j- 214. Edited by Mr. Thohias
Maitland, a Lord of Seffion, and only 1 25 copies (it is faid)
printed. In an Appendix the poems not contained in the
edition of 1640 are added from the editions of 1642 and 167 1,
but not very correftly. The edition has alfo the difad-
vantage of prefenting a mixture of original and modern ortho-
graphy ; thofe poems which form the appendix having been
adapted to the exifting ftandard of fpelling, while the body
of the volume is a literal reprint of the edition of 1^40,

xii Preface.

8. The Poetical Works of Thomas Carew, Sewer in
Ordinary to Charles the Firft. London : H. G, Clarke and
Co. 66, Old Bailey. 1845.

Small o6tavo, pp. 214. An edition of no value, and
chiefly a reprint of that of 1824.

Ccelum Britannicum./ A/ Mafque/ At/ White-Hall/ in
the Banqvet-/ ting-Hovfe, on Shrove-/ Tvefday-Night, The/
18. of February, 1633./

Non habeo ingenium ; C^f2.r fed ju^ffir: habebo,
Cur me pojfe negem, pojfe quod ilk put at ?

London :/ Printed for nomas Walkley, and are to be fold/ at
his Shop neare White-Hall, j 1634.

Quarto, B — F 2, in fours, and the title page. In 1640,
the title received this addition after " 1 6^^^ : " " The Inventors.
Tho. Carew. Inigo lones."

Some account may here alfo be properly introduced of
the MSS. ufed on the prefent occafion. They are in
number not fewer than feventeen, and are as follow : —

I. Harl. MS. 6917. A thick 4° MS. (No. 6918 being
bound up with it), written in a clear and educated hand of
the time probably of Charles II., and containing a variety of
poems by Carew, Randolph, Sydney Godolphin, &c. This
volume was purchafed from the library of Lord Somers. Its
readings, fo far as Carew is concerned, are not very note-
worthy, but it has enabled me to correft a few feriou^ errors
in the printed text. On the other hand, the MS. itfelf is
occafionally very corrupt.

_ 2. Addit. MS. 1 1608. A MS. on paper, the fize fmall
folio, containing a variety of fongs fet to mufic by Henry
and William Lawes, John Hilton, and other celebrated
compofers of the time of Charles I. and of the Commonwealth.
This MS. was formerly (1760) in the pofTeffion of the Guife
family, and was purchafed of them by Mr. Thorpe the book-
feller, who fold it to the Britifh Mufeum in 1839. I have
ufed this MS. merely incidentally.

Preface. xiii

3. Addit. MS. 1 181 1. A MS. in 4°, on paper, written
about the period of the Reftoration, or perhaps a little later ;
containing poems by Carew and others. It has yielded two
ftiort pieces, which I have not met with elfewhere, and a few
correfiions of the printed text. As a rule, however, the
readings are of no fpecial importance or value.

4. Addit. MS. 22,118. A fmall oftavo MS. purchafed
for the Britilh Mufeum, Oft. 21, 1857, of C. Booth. It
contains at prefent forty-nine leaves, but it is in bad condition,
and feems to have been mutilated. There are feveral poems,
however, by our author, including a copy of his verfion of
the 104th Pfalm ; and the MS. fupplies one or two defirable
elucidations.

5. Afhmole MS. z^- This MS. which is fully defcribed
in Mr. Black's Catalogue, contains only two poems by Carew ;
they have been collated for me by my friend, Mr. George
Waring, M.A., of Oxford.

6. Afhmole MS. 38. A foho volume on paper, written
after 1638, perhaps about 1640. See Herrick's Works, by
Hazlitt, pp. 470-1 Note, and Handb. of E. E. Lit. 1867,
art. Carew. In the latter place I gave a lift of the poems by
Carew in this MS. ; with the exception of the Pfalms and the
lines, Mr. Carew to his Frind; they all appear to be printed.
Of the Pfalms, one (No. 137) was publifhed in Blifs's edition
of Wood's Athena, from which fource it was transferred
to Maitland's edition of Carew's Poems, 1824, 8°, xii — xiv.
The copies of Pfalms i and 137 feem to be unique, as
neither is in another MS. prefently to be noticed.

The following defcription of this important MS. is borrowed
from Mr. Black's Catalogue of the Afhmolean MSS., 1845,
p. 38 : — " A folio MS. clofely written on paper in the
former part of the XVII* century. A large colledlion of
mifcellaneous Englifti Poetry, Songs, Elegies, Epigrams, and
Epitaphs, original and feledled : with the names of the
authors fubfcribed to their refpedlive pieces, where known to
the writer, Nicholas Burghe ; and with an Index to the fame
lately prefixed."

xiv Preface,

7. Afhmole MS. 47. This MS. has alfo yielded a few
readings. It contains feveral poems by Carew. Mr. George
Waring has collated them all for me.

8. A very pretty MS. in odavo, containing altogether
eighty-eight leaves, in the pofleflion of Mr. Henry Huth.
From fome memoranda in the book, in his well-known hand
it appears to have formerly belonged to the Rev. John
Mitford. But the original owner was one R. Berkeley, who
has regiftered his proprietorlhip on the flyleaf thus : R. Berkeley
his Booke Am. 1640. This MS. contains two pieces by
Carew, both printed in the old copies, by Davies in 1772,
and by Maitland in 1824.

9. A MS. in duodecimo fize in the original vellum
binding, in the fame colledion. It contains 1 30 leaves, but
a portion of the matter is in Latin, being a copy of the
Latin drama of Adelphi, performed at Trinity College, Cam-
bridge, in 16 1 2-13. This MS. has apparently only one
piece by Carew, namely, The Amorous Fly, which is in the
editions under a diflferent title, and in Afhmole MS. 38, entitled
as here. This is the fame MS. which has been already
defcribed in Inedited Poetical Mifcellanies, 1870, as bearing
autographs of the Scattergood family, 1667-8.

10. A MS. on paper, 4° fize, containing feventy-one
leaves (not including blanks), with the autograph on a flyleaf :
E. Libris C. Agard. In the pofl'eflion of Mr. F. W.
Cofens, of Clapham Park. This MS. is referred to in the
Notes as MS. Cofens, A. 4°, It contains early and good
copies of poems by Carew, Donne, Beaumont, &c. By
Carew there are feven pieces, of which two are, I believe,
unpubliflied, and a third fo entirely difl^ers from the ordinary
text as to deferve to be confidered in the fame light.

11. A MS. on paper, oblong 8° fize, containing (not
reckoning many blanks) thirty-nine leaves. In the fame
coUedion, for which it was procured fome few years fince
from a bookfeller at Afhton-under-Lyne : it is referred to
in the Notes as MS, Co/ens B. obi. 8°. It has proved

Preface. xv

extremely ferviceable in the prefent cafe, for although it
has not yielded any unpubliflied poem by Carew, it has
furniftied one or two important elucidations, as will be found
pointed out elfewhere. The MS. contains fix pieces by our
author.

12. A MS. written about 1634, on very thick paper, in
large folio, and containing in its prefent mutilated ftate fixty
leaves, of which one is torn in half, one moiety being loft. I
have little doubt that this very interefting and valuable MS.
(the work though it be of an ignorant and carelefs copyift)
originally included all Carew's writings ; but the appearance
of the vellum cover too evidently fliews that about half
the MS. has perifhed. What remains is in capital prefer-
vation, with the fingle exception juft mentioned. The text
feems to have undergone revifion by erafure and fubftitution
of diiferent words ; and in one place, in the margin, occurs
what has greatly the air of an autograph atteftation by Carew
himfelf, as if the MS. had been executed under his direction
and eye. Of the peculiar intereft of this volume enough,
perhaps, has been faid in other pjaces ; it may be well, how-
ever, to ftate generally that it has preferved to us the bulk of
Carew's Poems, that it is in all likelihood many years earlier
than the firft printed edition (1640), and that it is, fo far as
can be afcertained, the fole repofitory of feveral poems by
our author. Of one I queftion the authenticity, but I thought
it beft to give it the benefit of a doubt.

The MS. under notice belongs to Mr. F. Wyburd, who
obtained it about three years ago of a dealer at Knightfibridge
for a trifle. Its previous hiftory is unknown. That there
are the produdlions of other writers, both in verfe and profe,
mixed up with Carew's, will not furprife thofe who are at all
converfant with thefe early mifcellanies. Mr. Wyburd con-
fiders that the entire MS. proceeded from the fame pen — that
pen Carew's — but to fuch an opinion I do not think I fhould
eafily become a convert. I have read with care fuch portions
of the MS. as I have not ufed ,- and that Carew was not con-

xvi Preface.

cerned in the authorfhip of thefe pieces (they are both in
profe and verfe) I am perfeftly perfuaded. Under what cir-
cumftances the MS. became a receptacle for the compofitions
of Carew and others (or at leaft one other perfon), I cannot
pretend to decide.

13. Harl. MS. 6057. A quarto MS. of 65 leaves, of
which the original pofleflbr and part-writer (or copyift),
Thomas Crofle, has introduced his name in an acroftic on the
opening page. This volume was written probably between
164O and 1680, and is in three or four hands. It is of
fome importance and intereft, as affording a nearly contem-
porary text often poems by Carew, three of which are inedited.
But it is to be remarked that Crofle himfelf, whofe initials
correfpond with Carew's, has inferted here fome of his own
produftions, which muft not be taken as thofe of the more
eminent poet ; he fubfcribes himfelf indifferently T". C, t. Cr. ,
T. Cro., and T". Croffe.

14. Harl. MS. 6931. An o6tavo volume, containing
poems by Carew, Beaumont, Donne, W. Strode, W. Cart-
wright, Ben Jonfon, &c., and having ninety leaves of poetry,
befides many blanks, and a Few pages of MS. in profe. This
volume is in two or three hands, and appears to have been
written between 1660 and 1680. It has fupplied fome very
ufeful emendations of Carew's text, but at the fame time it is
incorredtly and careleflly written in feveral places.

15. Rawlinfon MS. 34. This MS. contains only one
poem : 'The Amorous Fly, with a few unimportant variations.

16. Rawl. MS. 84. This MS. alfo has but a fingle poem
by Carew : To his Miftrejs in abjence. The variations from
the printed copies are not of confequence.*

17. Rawl, MS. 88. Verjes and Poems by James Shirley.
This volume, which was written about 1700, formerly

1 Mr. Hunter erroneoufly ftates that there are fome of Carew's poems in
Harl. MS. 3IS7j a copy of one of the works of St. Jerome.

Preface. xvii

belonged to Hearne. All the poems are inferted in
Shirley's Works, 1833, vol. vi. ; but feme ^ them alfo occur
(with variations) in the old edition of Shirley's Poems, 1646.
One is the Hue and Cry, of which an account will be found
elfewhere. See p. 1 28, and Index, art. Shirley.

The nine Pfalms, of which a complete text has been
obtained by the collation of the only two MSS. known, of
which both are imperfedt, can add nothing to Carew's fame.
They do not even add anything to his perfonal hiftory, for of
the circumftances under which thefe paraphrafes were compofed
we have been left in abfolute ignorance. The beft compli-
ment which it is in our power to pay this partial verfionof the
Pfalms is, that it is fuperior in its poetical tone to many of thofe
which preceded and followed it ; but it was probably the work
of Carew's lateft years, and may have been executed under
the difadvantages which attend a man in failing health and
with impaired powers. It reads like the languid and de-
fultory exercifes of a valetudinarian, with the " narrow houfe "
in his mind's eye. There feems to be fomething in our
Pfalmody, which has the effedl of paralyfing the happieft pens
and the moft accomplifhed votaries of the Mufes. The mantle
of Sternhold and Hopkins is the common and imperifhable
property of all their fucceflbrs.

Elaborate pedigrees of the Carew family have been printed
by Sir Thomas Phillips in a fingle folio fheet and by Mr,
Maclean in his Life and 'Times of Sir Peter Carew, 1 857 ; but
neither of thefe gentlemen touches upon the branch with
which we are here more immediately concerned.

The regiflers of Sunninghill in Berkfhire, from 1635 to
1 64 1, have been obligingly examined for me by the prefent
vfcar, the Rev. A. M. Wale, but no notice of Carew or of
his connedions could be difcovered. The regifters of St.
James's, Piccadilly, in which I had hoped to find fome
entry, commence only in 1685. Thofe of the Court of

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xviii Preface.

Probate have alfo been fearched (inefFedlually) in the hope of
finding the poet's will or letters of adminiftration.

My thanks and acknowledgments are, at the fame time,
due to the following gentlemen, who have rendered me, in the
courfe of the prefent inquiry, fervices and kindnefles of various
forts — all, in their way, important. I am indebted to Mr.
Henry Huth, Mr. F. W. Cofens, and Mr. F. Wyburd, for
the loan of feveral MSS. mifcellanies containing pieces by
Carew; the Rev. A. M. Wale, vicar of Sunninghill, ex-
amined the parifti regifters not lefs obligingly becaufe unfuc-
cefsfully, with a view to the difcovery of notices of the poet or
his family ; Mr. Alfred Kingfton, of the Record Office,
affifted me in refpedl to the documents preferved there which
bear on Carew's perfonal hiftory ; Mr. Vaux, fuperintendent
of the Medal Department, and Mr. Reid, Keeper of the
Print Room, at the Britifh Mufeum, refponded to my in-
quiries with equal promptitude and courtefy ; Mr. Thomas
Jones, M. A. kindly forwarded to me an exadl tracing of a
poem by Carew, preferved in MS. in the college library
at Manchefter under his charge ; nor fhould I omit to
exprefs my gratitude for the valuable help which I have
derived from the communications of Mr. Yeowell, Mr.
Maclean, Dr. Rimbault, and other gentlemen, fome years
fince, to the pages of Notes and ^eries.

I alfo defire to mention that, in reply to a communication
on my part, influenced by a reference in Naih's Hijiory of
Worcefterjhire, the Right Honourable the Lord Lyttelton was
fo good as to inform me that there were no papers at Hagley
which threw light on the family hiftory of the Carews of
Middle- Littleton.'

W. C. H.

Kensington.

OHober i, 1870.

^ There does not feem to be any Vification of Worcefterfliire, containing
a pedigree of the Carews of Middle -Littleton.

Some Account of Thomas Carew.

It feems that we are not without authority for
the belief, that Thomas Carew, of whofe
poetical writings the prefent volume feeks to
reprefent the firft complete and fatisfadlory
colledtion, was a younger fon of Sir Matthew
Carew, of Middle-Littleton, Worcefterfhire, by his wife
Alice Inkpenny. Sir Matthew was this lady's fecond
hufband ; flie was the daughter of Sir John Rivers, who
was Lord Mayor of London in 1573,' and the fon of
Richard Rivers of Penfhurft.^ Of Lady Carew's firft
hufband we do not happen to have met with any par-
ticulars.

* It muft be at once ftated with all franknefs, that this portion of the
memoir is bafed principally on the refearches of Monro (ABa Cancellaria,
iS4.y, pp. 3-4)and Nichols (Co//eBanea Topographica et Genealogica, 1838,
V. 206-7). It feems that there were perfons of this name in the county at an
earlier date, for Nafh fays, under Wichbold: " Thomas Carowe, coulin and
heir of John Carowe, was lord of Wichbold, 6 Edward VI. It came after-
wards by purchafe to the Pakingtons of Weftwood."

^ Stow's Survey of London, 1720, book v. p. 135.

XX Some Account of

Sir Matthew Carew, who was bred to the law, and rofe
to be a matter in Chancery, a pofition which he occupied
about five and thirty years, was the tenth of the nineteen
children of Sir Wymond Carew, K. B., of Eaft Antony, on
the confines of Devonfhire and Cornwall, near Plymouth, and
of Kingfland, Hackney, Middlefex,' by his wife Martha,
daughter of Sir Edmund Denny, of Chefhunt, Herts, &c.,
who died in 1520, and filler of Sir Anthony Denny, K.G.,
who was one of the executors of King Henry VIII. Sir
Matthew was born, probably at Hackney, in 1533-4; was
educated at Weftminfter School under Alexander Nowell, and
at Trinity College, Cambridge; took his Matter's degree
in 1 55 1, and having abandoned his original intention of
taking holy orders, followed the law as his profeffion.* He
travelled in France and Italy, vifited the univerfities of
Louvaine, Paris, Padua, Bologna, and Sienna, obtained his
dodlor's degree, and was appointed companion and tutor
to Henry, Earl of Arundel, in his tour through Italy.
Returning home with his pupil, Dr. Carew praftifed in the
Court of Arches till 1576, when he was fuccefsful in obtaining
a Mafterlhip in Chancery which he held, it is fuppofed, till
his death. The honour of knighthood was conferred on him
in 1603. The regitters of St. Dunftan's in the Weft contain
the following entry : — " 1618. Aug. 2. Mathew Carew,
Knight.^' The tablet ereded to his memory in the church,
with a long Latin infcription, was in all probability written by

1 Nichols (Topographer and GenealogiJi,\\\. 210). But the pedigree there
given of the immediate defcendants of Sir Wymond Carew feems to be
incomplete, only one child (a daughter Elizabeth) being named, although Sir
Matthew Carew himfelf fays that he was one of a family of 19 {ColleB.
ut fupr.). See Dingley's Hijiory from Marble, edit. Nichols, xli.

* Nichols, ColleSl. ubi fupr. It has been Hated incorredlly that the poet
belonged to the Carews of Gloucefterfhire, in which county I do not trace the
family ; but Sir John Carew was flieriff of Somerfetjhire in 1634. Cal. St.
Papers, Ch. i. 1634-5, p. 105.

Thomas Carew. xxi

Carew himfelf. The firft draft of it, fuppofed to be in his
own hand, is in Harl, MS. 1196/

By his wife aforefaid. Sir Matthew had a very large
family, and it is curious that he not only followed his father's
example here, but fhared Sir Wymond Carew's misfortune in
furviving nearly all his children. Three only, Martha,
Matthew and Thomas, outlived, it appears, the period of
childhood.^

Sir Matthew Carew the younger, the poet's elder brother,
was born at Wickham, in Kent, April 3, 1590.' He feems
to have entered the military fervice, and to have diftinguifhed
himfelf in Ireland. He was made a knight banneret in
1609, at the very early age of nineteen. Sir Matthew
refided during the firft portion of his married life in the
parifh of St. Dunftan's in the Weft, as his father had done ;
and the baptifms of five of his children are recorded in the
regifters.*

Thomas Carew, the author of the Poems contained in
the prefent volume, was perhaps the youngeft child of his
father, Sir Matthew. The pedigrees which we poflefs name
only Matthew (the eldeft fon), Martha, whofe firft huft)and
was Mr. James Cromer, of Kent, afterwards knighted,* and

^ Nichols, ubifupr.

* Sir Matthew 'not only furvived his children, but his fortune, for in
Lanfd. MS. 163, fol. 287, quoted by Mr. Monro, ubijupr., it is faid that he
loft his whole eftate four years before he died. Mr. Monro adds : " For
the laft year alfo of his life, he appears to have confined himfelf, almoft
entirely, to taking aiBdavits." But documents preferved at the Record Office
fhew what immediately occafioned Sir Matthew's misfortunes and pecuniary
lofles — money lent and never recovered.

' Nafh's Worcejierjhire, ii. 105. Nafli gives thus the arms of Carew of
Worcefterfhire : " 3 lions impaling a chevron ingrailed between 3 birds."

* Nichols {Colleli. v. 372). Chriftian, one of the daughters of Sir
Matthew Carew, was buried at Middle-Littleton, in Smith's Chapel, March
1, 1695-6. — Nafh's Worcejierjhire, \\. 105.

^ Martha, afterwards Mrs. and eventually Lady Cromer, muft have been

xxii Some Account of

Thomas, the poet. Two circumftances join in contradiding
the generally received opinion, that the latter was born in
or about 1589. The firft is, that his elder, if not
eldeft, brother was not born till 1590; and the fecond,
that a medal of the poet, executed by Jean Varin (his
contemporary), exprefsly ftates him to have been five
and thirty years of age in 1633, or in other words, places
his birth in 1598. Moreover, in a letter from his father
written between 16 13 and t6i6, and to be noticed more
particularly bye and bye, Thomas who, according to the
prefent fuppofition, would be from fifteen to eighteen, is
mentioned in a way which indicates him at that period to
have been little more than a mere lad. The date quoted
(1598) would reprefent very well the probable interval be-
tween the births of the two brothers ; and in the abfence of
fuperior teftimony we may perhaps accept this view as the
correct one.

Carew was educated (more than poflibly after a pre-
liminary curriculum at Weftminfter, where his elder brother
was certainly grounded in learning) at Corpus Chrifti College,
Oxford, but, as Wood informs us, left the univerfity without
taking a degree.' Wood remarks : " [he] had his academical
education in Corp. Ch. coll. as thofe that knew him have
informed me, yet he occurs not matriculated as a member of
that houfe, or that he took a fcholaftical degree."

The truth is, that Carew feems to have developed an
unfortunate propenfity, at a very early age, for negledting the
work of preparation for making his way in the world, and to
have furrendered himfelf to idle habits or unprofitable and
expenfive amufements. His father, to little or no purpofe.

by fome years the fenior of Matthew, for the baptifm of her daughter
Elizabeth is recorded in the regifter of St. Dunftan's in the Weft as having
taken place on the nth Nov. 1599. Nichols (ColleSi, v. 368).
' Athena, by Blifs, ii. 657-8.

Thomas Carew. xxiii

difluaded him from this courfe, and ufed all his influence with
men of authority, efpecially Dudley Carleton, our reprefenta-
tive at the Hague, a connexion of the family by marriage,
and George, Lord Carew, who was alfo collaterally related to
our poet's family. There was not any great degree of
difficulty, probably, in procuring employment; but Carew
invariably mifcondufted himfelf or neglefted his duties, and
was accordingly thrown back on his father who, towards the
end of his life, through the unexpeded lofs of a large fum of
money, found himfelf contending againft fevere pecuniary
ftraits. We firft hear of Carew's doings in the year 1613,
when, if the date affigned above be corredt, the future poet
could not have been more than fitfeen or fixteen. In a letter
to Dudley Carleton, Feb. 25, 16 13, poor Sir Matthew reports
" that one of his fons [Thomas ?] is roving after hounds and
hawkes, the other ftudying in the Temple, but doing little at
law." Carleton, probably for the fake of the father, took
young Thomas, in 16 14, into his employment as fecretary,
and it is to be concluded that he retained the poll at leaft two
years; for in 16 16, we find Sir Matthew expreffing a hope
that his fon may give fatisfadtion. Here he was foon to be
difappointed, for in September of the fame year the fecretary
was difcharged in confequence of fome afperfions he was
underftood to have cafl: on Sir Dudley and Lady Carleton.
The next projedt, which was to obtain occupation through
the intereft of Lord Carew, is defcribed at large in a letter from
the poet to Carleton, at the Hague, dated Sept. 2, 16 16 : —

d I

" Right Honorable my moft fingul' good L

" I have bene thus long in giving y' L^ account of y'
fuccefs of my bufinefs, by reafon of my L** Carewes abfence
from this towne, where after I was arrived & had awhile con-
fulted w"" my fath' & oth' frends, it was thought fitt I fliould

1 Domeftic James I. 161 6, July— O a., vol. 88, No. 67.

xxiv Some Account of

repayre unto him to y= Queenes Court, w'*" then w"^ y= King
& Princes was at Woodftock, where I delivered y' L^' lett".
His anfweare to me was, y' he had allready in that employ-
ment a M' of Artes, whofe feaven yeares fervice had not
yet deferved to be fo difplaced, & added, y' I being his
kinfman might expedt from him all thofe greateft curtefies
whatfoever, whereunto his neerenefs of blood did oblige him,
w* I fhould allwayes finde him readie to performe, but to
admitt me into his familie as a fervant, it were a thing, fayde
he, farr beneath y' qualitie, & w'"' my blood could not fufFer
w*owt much reludance. I told him y' my comming was not
to fupplant any man, but y' I thought this late addition of
hon' might have made thofe fmall abilities w"*" I had acquired
by my travells & experience in y' L'" fervice, of ufe to his,
w"*" I did humbly proftitute before his L'. whoe if he thought
not my youth unworthy fo greate honor, I fhould efteeme my
felf no wayes difparaged by his fervice. He replyed y' my
languages & whatever ferviceable partes I had would ruft in
his fervice for want of ufe, & therefore prayed me to propofe
to my felf any oth' meanes wherein he might pleafure me ;
were it y'= fervice of fome oth' whoe had more employment &
better meanes of preferment for a Secretarie, or whatfoever
proied: I could devife; wherein he promifed not only to
employe his creditt but his purfe, if neede were, & fo referred
me to his returne to London for his anfweare to y' L"" letf , at
what time he would talke more at large w* me & my fath'
about his bufinefs. This is y^ iflue of my hopes w"" my
L"* Carew, nor am I likely to gayne any thing at his return
heth' from him but fayre wordes & complement.

« yr lp= lett'^ to my \I of Arrondell, becaufe it was
neceflarie for me to wayte uppon my L** Carew, & could at
no time fee him but w"" y° King, from whofe fide he
feldome moveth, I left w"" M". Havers to be delivered to
him, of whome I learned y' he was as yet unfurnifhed of a
Secretarie ; wherefore according to y' L^' inftrudtions my
fath" councell & my owne inclination I will labour my

Thomas Carew_ xxv

admittance into his fervice, wherein I have thefe hopes, y'' pre-
fent vacancie of y= place, y= reference my fath' had to his
Grandfath', & y" knowledge w"' by y' L'' meanes he had of
me at Florence, wherein if neede be & if M' Chamberlane
fhall fo thinke good I will engage my L** Carew, and where-
unto I humbly befeech y' L^ to add y' efFeduall recofnendation,
w'''' I knowe will be of more power than all my oth' pretences,
w'^'' yow will be pleafed w"" y' moft convenient fpeede to
afForde me, y' I may at his returne heth' (w'^'' will be w"" y°
Kings fome 20 dayes hence) meete him w* y' Jj' lett" & y' I
may in cafe of refufall returne to y' fervice y° fooner from
w'^'' I profefs (notw"'ftanding all thefe fayre fhewes of prefer-
ment) as I did w"" much unwillingnefs depart, fo doe I not
w^owt greate afflidbion difcontinue ; my thoughts of th' prop'
& regular motion not afpiring higher then the orbe of
y' L"" fervice, this irregul' being caufed by y' felf whoe are my
Primum mobile, for I ever accounted it hon' enough for me
to correre la fortuna del mio Sig' nor did I ever ayme at
at (Jic) greater happinefs then to be held as I will allways
reft

yrLP'

moft humbly devoted
" London this 2. of to y* fervice

SeptemV 1616.'- Tho. Carew."

Nine days later, however, Carew addrefled to the fame
quarter a fecond letter, in which he appeared to entertain

1 [endorfed] To the Right Hon'>'' my moft fingul'

good L* S' Dudley Carleton, Knight,
U Ambaflad' for his Ma«= w'" the
States of y' United. Provinces of y°

Tom Carew the Low Contreyes at the

jdof ^ber i5,6_ Haghe.

d

XXV i Some Account of

more hopeful expedtations, and added fome items of mifcel-
laneous news.

" Right Hon'''^ my moft fingul' good L"*.'

" Since my faft to y' L"" of y" o!" of this pSt my L"* Carewes
repayre to towne gave me occafion to attend his refolution at
his lodging : w'^'' he delivered w* much paflion, protefting y' he
did not therefore refufe me becaufe he had no intent to take
care or charge of me, for I ftiould uppon any occafion be af-
fured of y' contrary, but merely for y' he ftiould have no em-
ployment for me, & therefore prayed me, fince he tendred
herein my owne good more then his particui' intereft, to fur-
ceafe this fuite & prevayle my felf of him in an oth' kinde ; to
y' fame efFedt was his excufe to my fath', fo as y' firing hath
fayled, but as there was ever more appearance, fo doe I con-
ceave better hope of good fuccefs, w"" my L"* of Arondell, &
y" rath' becaufe my L** Carew hath fo willingly engaged himfelf
in my behalf & promifeth to deale very efFedtually for me,
but chiefly when I fliall have y' L"" recommendation w* I
dayly expedt.

" Allthough I know y' L"" hath very particul' advertifments
of all y" occurrents here, yet becaufe other mens fayth can not
fave me, as neyth' th' penns difcharge my duty, I will be bold
to give y' L"" notice of what I have obferved or learned fince
my arrivall.

" My L'' Roos tooke his leave this morning of y° King but
goes not yet thefe tenn dayes, his bravery entertaynes both
Court & citty w* difcourfe, his golden liveryes are fo frequent
in y° fl:reetes, y' it is thought they have th' feverall walkes,
& are duly relieved by Sig'. Diegoes appoyntment ; he came
this day to y" Court attended w* i o or 1 2 Gent. 8 pages very
richly accoutred in fuites of 80" a peece, & fome 20 flaffiers
all in gold lace. Sig' Diego protefted y' all y° liveryes (for

' Domejiic James I. 1616, July — Oa. vol. 88, No. 77.

Thomas Carew. xxvii

every man hath two fuites) coft 2500" fter, befides my L"*
giveth to 20 Gent y' attend him 50" a man to equippe them-
felfes for the voyage ; he hath with him 3 Secretaries. Mr.
Goldburrough vs^home y' L' knew in Italy is one, & Dun-
comb a fecond, & two Chaplaines. There goe w"" him 12
Gent en compagnon, amongft y= reft S' Ed. Sommerfett, S'
Richard Lumley newly knighted for y' voyage, M'. Giles
Bridges, & M'. Tho. Hopton ; they imbarke at Portfmouth,
& thence goe by fea to Lifbon. Sig' Diego leaves my L'' at
y° feafide.

" My L'' Dingwell is returned from Venice, hath feene
France & Italy & brought home a chayne of 2000 fcudi, w"*"
is all y^ effedt of his iourney.

" Mr. Albert Morton hath taken his leave of y=K. & doth
w*in 1 5 dayes take his iourney for Heidelbergh ; his waye,
unlefs he bee coinanded to the contrary (he fayes) fhall lye by
y' Haghe.

" S' Ed. Cecill arrived here on Sonday laft & went this
morning w* my L'' Roos to kifs y" K' handes.

" My Lady Winwood hath bene lately at y" point of
death & is not yet paft danger. M' Kantfield told me y' he
left M'" Anne Wood now Lady Harrington (whome y' L""
knowes) irrecoverably fick, fo as he peremptorily fayde ftie
was by y' time deade.

" I was told by a Gent of good creditt that there is lately
happened a greate breach betwene y° new created Vifcount
Villiars & M'. Secretary Winwood, w""" is likely much to im-
payre M'. Secretaryes credit w''' his Ma*^, and caft all at leaft
y° gaynfull employment uppon S' Tho. Lake ; y° occafions of
th' particul' difgufts I can not yet learne.

•' Sig"' Diego & Duncomb have bene very bufy at y' Ex-
change in compounding in th' L"^ name w* y^ Spanifti Mer-
chants for a Shipp of th" lately taken in Spayne, whereof y
King is determined to make a prefent to my L'' Roos, & w"""
he is bound to reftore, but y"" merchants offer my L"* for com-
pofition or rath' a gratuitie 5000". This money w"^ y° 5000" ex-

xxviii Some Account of

traordinary he hath from y' King & 6" per diem fince the firft
of May, confidering my L"* goes to Lifbon by fea & ftiall from
thence be defrayed to Madrid, will with little addition dif-
charge his voyage.

" But y' I ftiould be to iniurious to y' L"" leyfure I would
add y" prnt difcourfes of my L"* Cooke, but they are fo various
& fo uncertayne y' they ferve only to rompre la tefte, only y'
more popul' & generall bruite hath given him a Barronry in
lieu of his Chief Jufticefhipp, wherew'" it had invefted M'.
Record' Mountague, but he for being too corrupt is now fup-
planted, & y' aura popularis hath conferd y' hon' on Baron
Tanfield.

" Thefe enclofed M' Attorney Grals Secretary recomended
to my addrefs this morning.

" It is thought Vifcount Villiars & S' John Deckam of y'
Dutchie office ^all fhortly be preferd to y' Counfell table,

" M'. Shireburn perfwades me to attempt Vifcount Villiers
fervice, who hath only M'. Packer (a man though well fkild in
home bufinefles, yet alltogeth' ignorant of forrayne); but as I
have no waye open to him, fo have I no appetite if I fayle in
my prefent proiedt, to hazard a third repulfe ; howfoever I
fhall governe my felf according to y' L'' lett" w*, w* f recoin-
endation to my L** of Arondell I doe w* greate devotion
attend.

" Thus I in all humilitie take leave & reft

" London this 1 1* moft humbly de-

of y*"" 1616, ft° vet.' voted to y' fervice

Tho. Carew."

Lord Carew recommended his young relative to the Earl
of Arundel, who at firft held out a contingent hope of affift-
ance, as appears from the following letter : —

> [endorfed] " Tom Carew the

iTjomas Carew. xxix

" Right Hon"" my moft fingul' good L".'

" But that I could not lett this meffenger goe emptie, I
ihould not have given y' L"" the trouble of thefe lines at this
time, not having any thing worth y' U' knowledge, nor being
able as yet to refolve yow of y' efFedl of my bufinefs by reafon
of my L** of Arondells indefinite anfweare, whereby he holdes
me in fufpence though not w'^owt hope of good fuccefs ; for he
protefteth y' if he can by any meanes fatisfie the pretences of
two competitors, whoe are w'^ dayly importunitie recommended
unto him from his hon'"'= and efpeciall good frendes w* (he
fayes) he will endeavour & hopes to eiFedt, he will then w""
all willingnefs embrace my fervice, y"= tender whereof he takes
very kindly ; thus much he hath profefled unto my L"" Carew
whoe made the firft overture to M'. Shireborn, who in y L^"
name feconded y' recomendation, & to my felf craving befides a
fortnights refpite, w'^'' doth w*in thefe fewe dayes expire ; in y"=
meane time my L** Carew doth promife to omitt no occafion
or argument of perfuafion, fo as if y' L"" recommendatory
lett" (w'^'' would very oportunely arrive in this coniundlure, &
y'l attending whereof may happily be occafion of my L'* of
Arondells delaye) fhould meete w''' thefe circumftances I might
well hope this bufinefs would fort to y° wifhed iflue. I have
in this interftice had leyfure to fee my fitter, Grandmoth', &
oth' my frends in Kent, whoe remember th' moft afFedlionate
fervices to y' L'' & my Lady. I came down yefl:erday & will
on Monday returne to London, at what time the King will be
there : when it is expedled y° refolution abowt my L'' Chief
Juftice & many oth' bufinefl!es will be taken, of y' efFed:
whereof I will be bold to advertife y' L"".

" My U Rofles coinoration here is uppon new bufinefles
prolongued, y' negotiation whereof will allfoe lengthen his re-
fidence in Spayne ; he hath taken a fecond leave of y° King (at
what time M'. Giles Bridges was knighted), but departeth not
yet thefe 8 dayes.

1 Domeftic James I. 1616, July— OB. vol. 88, N" 87.

XXX

Some Account of

" Not having wherew* to give y' \J furth' trouble, I
humbly take leave, [and] reft

£u/rnJ-^ Um^/t^S^

■^ y/^^

" Tunftall this

20* of 7"^^ 1616. ft" vet.'

^-^-C^tLU^

"^^=1W:

But fubfequently the Earl hefitated to avail himfelf of Carew's
fervices, on learning the circumftances under which he had
been difmifled by Carleton. Lord Arundel eventually declared
his inability to provide any employment, and in fpite of the
repeated exertions and prayers of his father, Carleton declined,
it feems, to receive him back into his fervice. On the 4*
Odober, 16 17, in a letter to Carleton, Sir Matthew confefles
that his fon has nothing to do, and is leading a loofe and de-
bauched life. In a later letter to Lady Carleton (March 24,
1618), no improvement in Carew's profpedts had occurred, but
it is to be coUedted that he had exprefled forrow for his irre-
gularities, and that he was living with his father.

' [endorfed]

" Tom Carew y" 20* of
7"" 1 616."

" To the Right Hon"' my moft fig"
good \? S' Dudley Carleton Knight,
L* Amb' for his Ma''« w* the States
of the United Prov^» of the Low
Countreyes at the

Haghe."

'Thomas Carew.

XXXI

Thefe by no means fatisfadbory glimpfes of the earlier
portion of the career of the poet, with the few fcattered fads
throwing light on his origin and family, which have now for
the firft time been brought together, reprefent, it is to be
feared, all that can ever be known of the private or perfona!
hiftory of Thomas Carew. For all further information we
muft, with one exception to be indicated in due courfe, go to
different fources — the occafional and generally vague allufions
to Carew which occur in the writings of his own, or of the
fucceeding, age. To begin, however, with Wood :'— " After-
^yards," fays this not very truftworthy authority, fignifying the
time fubfequent to Carew's fojourn at Chrift Church, " im-
proving his parts by travelling, and converfation with ingenious
men in the metropolis, he became reckon'd among the chiefeft
of his time for delicacy of wit and poetic fancy. About which
time being taken into the royal court for his moft admirable
ingenuity, he was made gentleman of the privy chamber, and
fewer in ordinary to King Charles I., who always efteemed
him to the laft one of the moft celebrated wits in his court."
Wood adds " that Carew was much valued by his King, and
that he was a great favourite among his poetical and other
acquaintance," among whom muft not be omitted Walt.
Montague, afterwards Lord Abbot of Poitou, Aurelian
Townfend of the fame family with thofe of Raynham in
Norfolk, Tho, May, afterwards the long parliament's hifto-
rian, George Sandys the traveller and poet. Will. Davenant,
&c."

It is not at all furprizing that Wood, with his limited op-
portunities, fhould have remained ignorant of fome of the
moft important among the not very many known incidents of
Carew's life. It was not generally known till of late years,
that Charles I. fignalized his partiality for the poet in a very
fubftantial manner, by granting him the royal demefne of Sun-
ninghill, which then formed part of the foreft of Windfor, and

' Athena, ubi fupr.

xxxii Some Account of

which was alienated from the crown in favour of the fubjedt
of this imperfed notice. Search has been made without fuc-
cefs for the original grant, or any other document (hewing at
what time and for what confideration (if any) the alienation
was made ;' but the fad is eftabliflied by evidence of an indi-
redt though pofitive charafter, which fhall be adduced prefently.
Befides the manor of Sunninghill, which he disforefted and
enclofed, Carew feems to have had a regular refidence in
King Street, St. James's, in the latter part of his life. This
fad: we owe to a paflage in one of Davenant's poems, printed
in 1638. It is a copy of verfes addrefled —

To Tho : Carew." "

" Vpon my confcience, whenfo e're thou dy'ft,
(Though in the black, the mourning time of Lent)

There will be feene in Kings-ftreet (where thou ly'ft)
More triumphs than in dayes of Parl'ament.

" How glad and gaudy then will Lovers be ?

For ev'ry Lover, that can Verfes read,
Hath beene fo injur'd by thy Mufe and thee.

Ten thoufand thoufand times he wifli'd thee dead.

" Not but thy Verfes are as fmooth and high.
As Glory, Love, or Wine from Wit can rayfe ;

But now the Devil take fuch deftinie !

What fliould commend them, turnes to their difprayfe.

' Lyfons fays merely : " Sunninghill Park was formerly part of the royal
demefnes ; and is fuppofed to have been granted by King Charles I. to the
family of Carey. Sir Thomas Draper of Sunninghill Park, who was created
a baronet in 1660, married an heirefs of that family." — Magpa Britannia,
i. 382.

' Davenant's Poems, 1638, pp. 136-7.

Thomas Carew.

XXXlll

IV.

" Thy Wit's chiefe Virtue is become its Vice ;

For ev'ry Beauty thou haft rays'd fo high,
That now coarfe Faces carry fuch a price

As muft undoe a Lover, if he buy.

" Scarce any of the Sex admits commerce ;

It fliames mee much to urge this in a Friend ;
But more, that they fhould fo miftake thy Verfe,

Which meant to conquer, whom it did commend."

In Stowe's time. King Street was no doubt a fufficiently
fafhionable and refpeftable refort, as it ftill in a meafure re-
mains. In the Survey of London, the ftreet is defcribed as we
may very fairly fuppofe it to have prefented itfelf in Carew's
day : " Kings-^rtet, a good handfome Street, which fronts St.
James's Square Eaftwards, and Weftwards it hath a Paflage
through an open paved Alley, called Little King' s-ftreet, into
St. James's ftreet. On the South fide is Angel Court, not over
well built or mhabited ; and near unto this is a long Yard for
Coaches and Stablings, ufeful for the Gentry in thefe Parts." '

The intimacy of Carew and Davenant, of which of courfe
there is abundant evidence in the following pages themfelves,
feems to receive a little further illuftration from a fhort piece
in a volume by Clement Barkfdale, — Nympha Libethris : Or
the Cot/wold Muje, 1651. This flight link in the chain of
biographical evidence belongs to the year 1638, when Dave-
nant's " Madagafcar, and other Poems " came from the prefs.
If I may be allowed to guefs, the fubjoined lines refer to a
copy of Davenant's little volume, difpatched to Carew by
Barkfdale, while the former was flaying at Saxham in Suffolk
with his good friends the Crofts' :

' Surv. of Lond. 1720, book vi. p. 81.
e

xxxiv Some Account of

" Ad Thomam Carew, apud J[oh.] C[rofts?]
CUM Davenantii Poematis.

" Teque meum, cum trifle fuit mihi tern pus, amorem,

OfBciis dico demeruifle tuis :
Meque tuum, fi forte occafio detur, amorem,

Officiis dices demeruifle raeis.
Si placet, interea, hoc grandis non grande Poeta;

Ingenii dignum munus habeto tui.''

Wood, it will have been obferved perhaps, does not pro-
fefs to fpecify all Carew's literary aflbciates ; but it is furely
rather ftrange that he fliould have overlooked men like John
Hales of Eton, Lord Chancellor Clarendon, and James Howell.
With all thefe eminent perfons and brother-authors he muft
have been on the friendlieft terms.

With the fecond Carew was intimate, when both were in
the fpring of life. The future ftatefman was the friend of our
poet's youth.

In the Life of Lord Chancellor Clarendon,' it is faid :
" whilft he was only a ftudent of the law, and flood at gaze,
and irrefolute what courfe of life to take, his chief acquaint-
ance were Ben Johnfon, John Selden, Charles Cotton, John
Vaughan, Sir Kenelm Digby, Thomas May, and Thomas
Carew, and fome others of eminent faculties in their feveral
ways. . . . Mr. Carew was a younger brother of a good
family, and of excellent parts, and had fpent many years of his
youth in France and Italy ; and returning from travel followed
the court ; which the modefty of that time difpofed men to
do fometime, before they pretended to be of it ; and he was
very much efteemed by the moft eminent perfons in the court,
and well looked upon by the King himfelf, fome years before he
could obtain to be fewer to the king : and when the King con-
ferred that place upon him, it was not without the regret even
of the whole Scotch nation, which united themfelves in recom-

* Life of Edward, Earl of Clarendon, l£c. ed. 1827, i. 34, 40.

Thomas Carew. xxxv

mending another gentleman to it : of fo great value were
thofe relations held in that age, when majefty was beheld with
the reverence it ought to be. He was a perfon of a pleafant
and facetious wit, and made many poems (efpecially in the
amorous way) which for the fharpnefs of the fancy, and the
elegancy of the language in which that fancy was fpread, were
at leaft equal, if not fuperior, to any of that time : but his
glory was that, after fifty years' of his life fpent with lefs
feverity or exadnefs than it ought to have been, he died with
the greateft remorfe for that licenfe, and with the greateft
manifeftation of Chriftianity, that his beft friends could de-
fire."

In a letter which he dates April 5, 1636,^ James Howell
tells Sir Thomas Hawk that he had been the evening
before to " a folemn fupper" at Ben Jonfon's, and that
Carew was among the guefts. " I was invited," fays Howell,
" yefternight to a folemn fupper by B. J. where you were
deeply remembered ; there was good Company, excellent
Cheer, choice Wines, and jovial welcome : One Thing inter-
vened, which almoft fpoiled the relifti of the reft, that B. began
to engrofs all the Difcourfe, to vapour extremely of himfelf,
and by vilifying others to magnify his own Mufe. T. Ca.
buzzed me in the Ear, that tho Ben had barrelled up a great
deal of knowledge, yet it feems he had not read the Ethics
which, among other Precepts of Morality, forbid Self-commen-
dation." Such anecdotes as this, flight as they may appear,
bring us a little nearer to a man who, although the biographi-
cal records touching his fhort and checkered life are fcanty
and dim enough, muft have occupied, at leaft towards the

1 This appears to be a ftatement made at random, for the poet can hardly
have been more than forty, when he died. Wood conjedlured that Carew
died about 1639. Out of thefe two accounts, of which it may be faid that the
latter is accurate in comparifon with the former, the earlier biographers have
conftrufted an hypothetical declaration that the poet was born about 1589,
by taking fifty years back from Wood's approximate date,

* Notes and ^eries, 2nd Series, vi. i ?.

xxxvi Some Account of

clofe of his career, a high pofition in the favour of his fove-
reign and in the eftimation of his literary contemporaries.

But John Hales of Eton was bound to Carew by even a
clofer tie than that of mere focial intimacy ; he was connedted
with him by marriage : for the poet's {ifter. Lady Crowmer,
had re-married after her firft hufband's death Sir Edward
Hales. Hales of Eton feems to have been regarded by Carew
and by the poet's friends as a kind of Mentor, whofe fervices
were to be put in requifition, whenever it was thought necef-
fary to read a lecSlure, or to receive affurances of reform and
contrition. Ifaak Walton, in his MSS. colledlions for the life
of Hales,' preferves an anecdote,'' which belongs of courfe to
a comparatively late period in Carew's life : " Then was I told
this by Mr. Anthony Faringdon, and have heard it difcourfed
by others, that Mr. Thomas Cary, a poet of note, and a
great hbertine in his life and talk, and one that had in his
youth been acquainted with Mr. Ha[les,] fent for Mr. Hales,
to come to him in a dangerous fit of ficknefs, and defired his
advice and abfolution, which Mr. Hales, upon a promife of
amendment, gave him (this was, I think in the country). But
Mr. Cary came to London, fell to his old company, and into
a more vifible fcandalous life, and efpecially in his difcourfe,
and be[ing] taken very fick, that which proved his laft, and
being much troubled in mind, procured Mr. Ha[les] to come
to him in this his ficknefs and agony of mind, defyring ear-
neftly, after confeffion of many of his fins, to have his prayers
and his abfolution. Mr. Ha[les] told him he fliould have his
prayers, but would by noe meanes give him either the facra-
ment or abfolution."

It is a more important piece of teftimony, perhaps, than

' Notes and ^eries, 2nd Series, vi. iz.

^ The ftory is told with fome variations in Hunter's Chorus Vatum
(Addit. MSS. B. M.. 244.89, fol. 254). Here Lady Salter is faid to have
been the narrator; and this is likely enough, fince the Salters refided in the
vicinity of Eton.

Thomas Carew. xxxvii

might at firft fight appear, to the date of Carew's death, that
in Lord Falkland's poem to the memory of Jonfon, Carew's
name is mentioned as if he had been then alive. Jonfon died
on the 6th Auguft, 1637. Falkland fays:

" Let Digby, Carew, Killigrew and Maine,
Godolphin, Waller, that infpired train,
Or whofe rare pen befides deferves the grace,
Or of an equal, or a neighbouring place,
Anfwer thy wifli."

But no tribute from the pen of our poet occurs in Jon/onus
Virbius, printed early in 1638. Clement Barkfdale, in fending
Carew a copy of Davenant's Poems, publifhed early in March,
1638,' addrefled to him fome lines inferted elfewhere; the
writer was evidently under the impreflion that Carew was
Jiving. Davenant himfelf, in that very volume, has a fet of
ftanzas incribed to his friend, then living or flaying in King's
Street, St. James's ; they occur near the clofe of the book, as
if they had been quite lately compofed ; and the writer muft
be fuppofed to have been not only ignorant of the death of
his aflbciate, but afiured of the contrary, when the copy was
fent to prefs, or he would not have preferved the allufion to
Carew's poffible deceafe or even the playful raillery at his
expenfe. All the fcattered particles of evidence we poflefs
feem to point to the conclufion that Carew died fuddenly,
poflibly of the complaint which had brought him low at leaft
twice previoufly, between February and April, 1638. We
ought not to be furprifed, if it fhould be found hereafter, that
he breathed his laft at the houfe of his friend, John Crofts,
where (if my conjedure be right) Barkfdale clearly ex-
pedled his book and verfes to find him ; and perhaps it was
to Saxham, that Hales of Eton was fummoned to attend him,
according to the anecdote of Ifaak Walton already related.
That Carew was no more in April, 1638, appears to be

' Thefe were licenfed Feb. 26, 1637-8.

xxxviii Some Account of

made fufEciently clear by the circumftance, unknown to his
former biographers (in common with the fadl of the grant
itfelf), that very fhortly after his death a petition was addrefled
to the Crown by the Vicar of Sunninghill, of which the
following is an exad copy : —

" To the Kings moft Excellent Maieftie.i

" The moft humble Petifion of John Robinfon
" Vicar of Sunninghill in y' Countie of Berks.

" Shewing

" That before yo' Ma*^^ was gracioufly pleafed to part
w* y= Parke of Sunninghill in f Forreft of Windfor to M'.
Tho. Carew, yo' Ma'^% when it was full ftored w* deare, out of
yo' love and bounty to y° Church gave to y° Vicar of Sunning-
hill xx"* for one Lodge and 3' 4'' for y' other p ann. Befides
yo' Ma" Keeper knowing the Vicarage to bee worth at moft
but 20 marks p ann allowed y° faid Vicar y" going of a Nagg
for nothing, and 6 or 8 Cowes for 6 [pence ?] a weeke. But fince
it came to the hands of the faid M' Carew, notw*ftanding (as it
may bee truely faid) it is difparked, for there are onely fome 8
or 10 deere kept, to colo' y^ keeping of y° Tithes from
y^ poore Vicar, the Ground being let to Tenants & devided
into feverall parts, fome for pafture & meadowe, & other for
arable, & at y^ p>fent there is great ftore of Corne growing
upon fome part of y° faid ground to their verie greate
advantage, they doe not onely deny y' Tithes w* y° Pef (upon
y° converting it to y° improvem' aforefaid) conceaves to bee
due unto him, but alfo y' former benefit allowed by yo'
Ma''^ and Keeper, when y* faid Parke was full ftored w"" deere
as aforefaid, and will onely give him a marke p ann, faying if
hee will have more hee muft get it by Lawe.

" But the Peticoner being a poore man charged w"' wife
and children, and altogether unable to wage Law w* them —

^ Domeftic Charles I. 1638, April i — 17, vol. 387, No. 31.

Thomas Carew. xxxix

" Moft humbly befeecheth yo' Ma"'' to bee gracioufly
pleafed to referre y' particulers to y^ confideracon of y' Moft
Reverend Father in God the Lord Arch. Bpp. of Canterbury
his Grace, and y° Lord Keeper of yo' Ma" Great Seale of
England, authorifing them to call y° Executo" of y' faid
M'. Carew, or fuch others as it may concerne, before them &
upon hearing y° Pet' & fuch witnefles as hee ftiall produce, &
examinacon of y° AUegacons herein, to fettle fuch a Courfe for
releife & maintenance of y° Pet' & his Succefors in that Church
as in their grave wifdomes fhalbee thought fitt.

" And the Peticoner, &c."

The queftion was referred to the Archbiftiop of Canter-
bury and the Lord Keeper who, on the 30th May in the fame
year made the enfuing report and order, which are the laft
that we hear of the matter. Probably the vicar concluded
that it was wifer not to go to law, the iflue being queftion-
able.

31 May.'

Lo. A[rchbi{hop]
Lo. Keep[er.]

" This day upon a Reference fr his Ma''% theire Lo"" heard
the mater of Complaynt exhibited by John Robinfon, Clerke,
Vicar of Suninghill Com. Berks, againft the heirs and ex" of
Thomas Carew esq', touching the tyeths of the Parke there ;
w* the pet' claymeth as Vicar and as ferm' of the Redtorie
Impropriat to St. John's Colledge in Cambridge ; and in regard
it was aleadged againft the p' that xiij° iiij'' had ufed to have
byn paid in lieu of all tyethes in that pte, & that the heirs were
now under age & the Exe" but in truft, & therefore nothing
could by theire aflent bee done w*out p'iudice to themfelves.
It is by theire Lo"" ordred that the pet' ftiall forthwith bring

' Domeftic Charles I. 1638, May 25 — 31, vol. 391, No. 99.

xl Some Account of

his accon at Law upon the Stat, of Ed. 6. for not fetting forth
of tythes againft M' Care we and M' Fysfhe; whereto the Defts
fliall p'ntly appeare gratis & plead this terme, fo as the matter
may ^ceed to tryall att the next affifes for y' Contey ; & no
advantage to bee taken on either fide, but to infift upon the right
only, whether there bee fuch a rate or noe, & (admitting there
bee) whether it will barre the Pet', the Pke being now for y° moft
pte imployed for tyllage & other ufes and very few deere in
y° fame. And their Lo"' this next Terme will further confider
how the Pet' (in cafe the tryall fall out againft the Pet') may
bee relieved.'

Wood leads us to underftand that Carew, gay and diflb-
lute in his courfe of life, was a perfon of poliflied manners and
attraftive converfation, whofe fociety was fought not only by
all the literary men of diftinftion at that time, but by the King
and Court. The author of the Athena fays : —

" He was much refpeded, if not ador'd by the poets of his
time, efpecially by Ben Johnfon ; yet Sir Joh. Suckling, who
had a great kindnefs for him, could not let him pafs in his
Seffions of \the\ Poets, without this charafter [Poems, 1646,
p. 8] :-

" Tom Carew was next, but he had a fault,

That would not well Hand with a Laureat.

His mufe was hard bound, and th' iffue of 's brain

Was feldom brought forth but with trouble and pain."

Among the works of our author Carew, who by the ftrength
of his curious fancy hath written many things which ftill
maintain their fame amidft the curious of the prefent age,
muft be remembered his — [here follows a lift of his works more
fully defcribed elfewhere.] " The fongs in the faid poems were
fet to mufic, or if you pleafe were wedded to the charming notes

" [endorfed] 30° May 1638.

An Order touching y^

Parfon of Sunninghill.

Cnt.

Thomas Carew. xli

of Hen. Lawes, at that time the prince of mufical compofers,
gentleman of the Kings Chappel, and one of the private mufic
to K. Ch. I."

Wood and others have omitted to notice that Suckling' has
a copy of verfes, purporting to be a dialogue between Carew
and himfelf upon the Countefs of Carlifle, the Lucinda of the
following pages. When the meagre character of the infor-
mation which has come down refpedting Carew is confidered,
I truft that I fhall be pardoned for introducing fuch a purely-
collateral piece of illuftrative matter as this fame Dialogue will
be feen to be : —

Vpon my Lady Carlifles walking in
Hampton-Court-Gardens.

Dialogue.

T\homas\ C\arew'\. I\oh?i\ S[uckling\.

Thorn.
Didst thou not find the place infpir'd.
And flow'rs, as if they had defired
No other Sun, ftart from their beds
And for a fight Ileal out their heads ?
Heardft thou not mufick when flie talkt ?
And didft not find that, as Ihe walk't.
She threw rare perfumes all about.
Such as bean-bloffoms newly out,
Or chafed fpices give ?

J.S.

I mull confeffe thofe perfumes ( Tom)
I did not fmell, nor found that from
Her palling by ought fprung up new ;
The flow'rs had all their birth from you ;
For I paff't o'er the felfsame walk.
And did not find one fingle ftalk
Of any thing that was to bring
This unknown after after fpring.

1

Suckling's Fragmenta Aurea, 1646, pp. 26-7.
f

xlii Some Account of

Thorn.

Dull and infenfible, couldft fee

A thing fo near a Deity

Move up and down, and feel no change ?

J.s.

None, and fo great, were alike ftrange.
I had your Thoughts, but not your way :
All are not born (Sir) to the Bay ;
Alas ! Tom, I am flefli and blood.
And was confulting how I could,
In fjjite of maflcs and hoods, defcry
The parts deni'd unto the eye ;
I was undoing all flie wore,
And had (he walkt but one turn more.
Eve in her firft Hate had not been
More naked, or more plainly feen.

Thorn.

'Twas well for thee Ihe left the place ; ►

There is great danger in that face.

But hadft thou view'd her legg and thigh.

And upon that difcovery

Searcht after parts that are more dear

(As Fancy feldom flops fo near),

No time or age had ever feen

So loft a thing as thou hadft been."

All this partakes of the playful, but not always too delicate,
raillery of Suckling, and the little poem itfelf throws a flight
ray of additional light on the fubjeft immediately in hand.
After all, thefe lines are well worth their room, if they aflift in
bringing us a little nearer to thofe times and thefe two men.

In a trad printed after Carew's death, there is a paflage
which might almoft feem too long for tranfcription ; but the
defire has been in this cafe to draw together all the notices of
Carew difcoverable, which had a value as proceeding from
men, who either were perfonally acquainted with him, or had
abundant opportunities of acquiring a knowledge of his
character and career. This further teftimony is therefore

Thomas Carew. xliii

added ;' It is in a part of the trad: defcribed below, where the
author of the Civil War newfpaper entitled Diurnal Occur-
rences challenges Carew as a juryman : —

" The Pris'ner alfo crav'd he might be heard,

While he againft a jury-man preferr'd

A juft exception : his requeft was granted.

And fraught with malice, though much wit he wanted.

He gentle Mr. Gary did refufe,

Who pleas'd the Ladies with his courtly mufe :

He faid that he by his luxurious penne

Deferv'd had better the Trophonian Denne

Then many now which flood to be arraign'd;

For he the Thefpian Fountaine had diftain'd

With foule conceits, and made their waters bright

Impure, like thofe of the Hermaphrodite .

He faid that he in verfe more loofe had bin

Than old Charephanes, or Aretine

In obfene portraitures, and that this fellow

In Helicon had reard the firft Burdello ;

That he had chang'd the chaft Cajialian Spring

Into a Carian Well, whofe waters bring

Effeminate defires and thoughts uncleane

To minds that earft were pure and mott ferene.

Thus fpake the pris'ner, when a furious glance

Was darted from Apollos countenance."

Scaliger then rifes, and after aflerting that he had endeavoured
to purify the literature of the time by his criticifms, proceeds
to vindicate Carew : —

" For I have try'd my induftry and wit
Both Arts and Authours to refine and mend,
As well as times, yet can I not defend
But fome luxuriant witt will often vent
Lafcivious Poems againft my confent :
Of which offence if Cary guilty be.
Yet may fome charter Songs him render free

The Great JJJi/es Holden in Parnajpas by Apollo and his Affejfovrs,

Sec. 1645, 4°, pp. 24-6. One of the affeffors or jurors is Carew himfelf.

xliv Some Account of

From Cenfure fliarp, and expiate thofe crimes
Which are not fully his, but rather Times :
But let your Grace vouchfafe that he may try,
How he can make his own Apology :
Apollo then gave Cary leave to fpeake.
Who thus in modeft fort did filence breake.

In wifdomes nonage and unriper yeares
Some lines flipt from my penne, which fince with teares
I labour'd to expunge. This Song of mine
Was not infufed by the Virgins nine,
Nor through my dreames divine upon this Hill
Did this vain Rapture^ iffue from my quill.
No Thefpian waters, but a Paphian fire,
Did me with this foule extafie infpire :
I oft have wilh'd, that I (like Saturne) might
This Infant of my folly fmother quite ;
Or that I could retraft what I had done
Into the bofome of Oblivion.
Thus Cary did conclude : for, preft by griefe,
Hee was compell'd to be concife and briefe :
Phcebus at his contrition did relent.
And Edifts foon through all Parnaffus fent.
That none fhould dare to attribute the fliame
Of that fond rapture unto Caryes name.
But Order'd that the infamy fhould light
On thofe, who did the fame read or recite."

[Robert Baron fpeaks of Carew as an intimate acquaintance
in a poem entitled : Truth and Tears : — ^

" Sweet Suckling then, the glory of the Bower,

Wherein I've wantoned many a geniall hower.

Fair Plant ! whom I have feen Minerva wear.

An ornament to her well-plaited hair.

On higheft dales remove a little from

Thy excellent Carew ; & thou, deareft Tom,

Love's oracle, lay thee a little off

Thy flourilhing Svckling, that between you both

I may find room : then, ftrike when will my fate,

I'll proudly part to fuch a princely feat.

But you have crownes : our god's chall darling tree

Adorn[s] your brows with her frefli gallantry."]

^ Carew's piece fo called. See prefent volume, p. 62.
^ [Pocula Cajlalia, 1650, p. loz.Mr. Hajlewood" s Note.

Thomas Carew. xlv

In his poems, written between 1636 and 1653, which ftill
remain in MS.' George Daniel of Befwick thus introduces
Carew in company with fome of his poetical compeers and
contemporaries : —

" The noble Falkland, Digbie, Carew, Maine,
Beauroond, Sands, Randolph, Allen, Rutter, May :
The devine Herbert and the Fletchers twaine :
Habinton, Shirley, Stapilton. I ftay

Too much on names : yet may I not forget

Davenant and Suckling, eminent in witt."

Shirley, in a poem " To his Honoured Friend Thomas
Stanley, Efquire, upon his Elegant Poems," thus refers
to Carew : — ^

" Carew, whofe numerous language did before
Steer every genial foul, muft be no more
The oracle of love j and might he come
But from his own to thy Elyfium,
He would repent his immortality
Given by loofe idolaters, and die
A tenant to thefe fliades ; and by thy ray
He need not blulh to court his Celia."

In St'fpendiaria Lachryma, 1654, an anonymous poetica.
tribute to Charles I. exhibiting more than the ufual degree of
merit found in fuch pieces, the author feigns himfelf in
the Ihades, where he faw many departed celebrities, among
them Carew : —

" There (purged of the folly of difdayning)
Laura walk'd hand in hand with Pet[r]arch joind.
No more of Tyrant Goblin Honour plaining :
There Sidney in rich Stella's arms lay twind :
Carew and Suckling there mine eye did find."

' Addit. MS. Brit. Mus. 19255, fol. 18. This beautiful volume, which wse
formerly in Mr. Caldecott's library, was purchafed at his fale in 1833 by
Lord Kingfborough, and in 1852 was acquired for the Britifli Mufeum.

* Dyce's Shirley, 1833, vi. 427.

xlvi Some Account of

Two years after the appearance of Stipendiaria Lachrymie,
Samuel Holland publiftied his little volume entitled T)on Zara
del Fogo, a mock-romance, and there introduced a group of the
Englifh poets, who had lived in the preceding age, comfortably
inftalled in Elyfium, as the author of the Lachryma had done
before : " Spenfer waited upon by a numerous troop of the
beft book-men in the world : Shakefpeare and Fletcher fur-
rounded with their life-guard : viz. Goffe, MaJJinger, Decker,
Webfter, Sucklin, Cartwright, Carew, &c.'

[Headley has remarked : " The confummate elegance of
this gentleman [Carew] entitles him to very confiderable
attention. Sprightly, polifhed, and perfpicuous, every part
of his works difplays the man of fenfe, gallantry and breeding.
Indeed, many of his productions have a certain happy finifh,
and betray a dexterity both of thought and expreffion much
fuperior to any thing of his contemporaries, and (on fimilar
fubjeds) rarely furpafled by his fucceflbrs. Carew has the
eafe without the pedantry of Waller, and perhaps lefs conceit.
He reminds us of the beft manner of Lord Lyttelton.
Waller is too exclufively confidered as the firft man who
brought verfification to any thing like its prefent ftandard.
Carew's pretenfions to the fame merit are feldom fufficiently
either confidered or allowed. Though Love had long before
foftened us into civility, yet it was of a formal, oftentatious
and romantic caft ; and, with a very few exceptions, its efFedts
on compofition were fimilar to thofe on manners. Something
more light, unafFeded, and alluring was ftill wanting ; in
everything but fincerity of intention it [Poetry] was deficient.
. . . Carew and Waller jointly began to remedy thefe defedts.

' There is a volume in the Bodleian Library, marked MSS. Raw], Poet.
147, with the following couplet : —

" To Tho. Carew.
" No Lute or Lover durft contend with thee,
Hadft added to thy love but charity.

C[lement] P[aman]."— H.

'Thomas Carew. xlvii

In them Gallantry, for the firft time, was accompanied by the
Graces."

In Lloyd's Worthies, Carew is likewife called " elaborate
and accurate." However the fadt might be, the internal evi-
dence of his poems fays no fuch thing. Hume has properly
remarked, that Waller's pieces " afpire not to the fublime,
ftill lefs to the pathetic." Carew, in his beautiful Mafque,
has given inftances of the former; and, in his Epitaph on
Lady Mary Villiers, eminently of the latter.^]

Two or three writers had anticipated Carew in the name
which he has chofen for his miftrefs. In 1594, William
Percy printed Sonnets to the fair eft Coelia ; Sir David Murray
of Gorthy celebrated the fame unknown goddefs in 1 6 1 1 ; and
about 1625 William Browne, the Devonfhire poet, compofed
fourteen ftanzas fimilarly fuperfcribed. The Sonnets of Percy
and Murray are fcarcely worth difcuffion ; fome of Browne's
are excellent both in matter and manner ; but on the whole
Carew may certainly be allowed to excel in purity and
perfpicuity of didbion, in exquifite happinefs and elegance of
fentiment, in the harmony of his numbers, in a certain

^ Mr. Haflewood's note. It may be added that in fome laudatory lines
prefixed to Lovelace's Z,ar(?/?a, 1649, the writer couples Carew and Waller
together :

" Well might that charmer his faire Coelia crowne.

And that more polilht Tyterus renowne

His SacarifTa, when in groves and bowres

They could repofe their limbs on beds of flowrs :"

Poems, by Hazlitt, p. 10.

According to Philips, whofe teftimony, however, is not worth a great deal,
Carew's reputation furvived the Reftoration. " Thomas Carew,'^ he fays, in
his cuftomarily dry and monotonous ftyle, "one of the Gentlemen of the Bed-
chamber [Privy Chamber] to his late Majefty King Charles the firft : he was
reckoned among the chiefeft of his time for delicacy of wit and poetic fancy ;
by the ftrength of which his extant Poems ftill maintain their fame amidft
the curious of the prefent age." — Theatrum Poetarum (1675), edit. 1824,

P- (H-)

xlviii Some Account of

charming finifh of ftyle, and in peculiar freedom from affec-
tation, pedantry, and falfe tafte.

It is to be regretted that here and there (but very occa-
fionally) are to be found exceptionable defcriptions or allu-
fions, which place Carew in this refpedt at a difadvantage in
comparifon with the politer Waller ; but the licentioufnefs of
Carew's mufe proceeds from an unpruned luxuriance of
fancy and a tolerated freedom of expreffion; and although
it outrages modern ideas of decorum, it is not either prurient
or naufeous, like many of the obfcenities in Herrick's
He/ferides.

The writings of Carew abound with conceits, butj unlike
the conceits of fome of his lefs noted contemporaries, they
generally reconcile themfelves to us by good tafte in the
treatment and delicacy of execution.

We look back with changed feelings and different eyes
upon thefe things ; time has wrought a powerful alteration in
the pofition before the world of old Sir Matthew Carew, the
refpedtable and ill-fated Mafler in Chancery : his gallant fon
Sir Matthew, who was doubtlefs viewed as the hope and
mainftay of the family : and the fcapegrace youth to whom no
one would have anything to fay, and of whom his relatives
defpaired. For while the lives and fortunes of the high
judicial funftionary and the brave young knight-banneret are
forgotten, while the perfons of rank, fafhion and influence
with whom they\ mixed have pafTed, for the mofl part, com-
pletely away, and while even Sir Dudley Carleton is familiar
only to a few antiquaries, the luftre which one man of genius
has fhed on the name of Carew remains unfaded, and can
never decline.

It is almoft impoffible for us at this time to clear up the
confufion between Thomas Cary, fon of Henry, Lord
Lepington, who was afterwards Earl of Monmouth, and
Thomas Carew. This confufion is, perhaps, increafed by the
twofold circumftance, that both thefe accomplifhed men had
literary taftes, and that both held an office at court. Cary was a

Thomas Carew. xlix

gentleman of the bed-chamber ; Carew, a gentleman of the
privy-chamber, and fewer-in-ordinary. Even Lawes' attri-
butes to Gary the poem commencing: — "Farewell, dear Saint,"
which occurs in none of the editions of Carew ; and Lawes
ought to have been acquainted with the true ftate of the cafe.
Can it be the faft, then, that fome of the pieces, conftantly
afcribed to Carew, proceeded from the pen of the Honourable
Thomas Cary, his contemporary and friend ? This queftion
of authorfhip, where fo many perfons, with the fame initials,
not to fay an almoft identical name (for Cary and Carew are
ftill frequently pronounced alike), is one very difficult to
determine ; but certainly in the fmall colledtion of pieces,
which is comprifed in the Poems of Carew, there is a corref-
pondence of ftyle, tone, and treatment, which feems to indicate
the exiftence of. one and the fame hand throughout. Upon
the whole, I am difpofed to think that Lawes has erred in the
attribution to Cary of the Bed-chamber of the lines before
mentioned; fuch miftakes were by no means rare in thofe
days ; and the whole texture of the compofition tempts us to
claim it for the more diftinguifhed author. The fame view
muft, I think, be entertained with regard to the other poem
firft publifhed by Fanfhawe, in his Englifh verfion of Guarini,
1648 and 1664; there alfo the writer is faid to have been
" Mr. T. C. of his Majefties Bed-Chamber ; " but the
character and ftyle of the produdtion betrays its parentage,
unlefs Cary was a happier imitator of Carew, than any man
before or fince.

The truth feems to be, however, that Cary of the Bed-
chamber has proved, not only that his ftyle was totally diftind
from that of Carew, but that he was incapable of attaining
the excellence which marks the compofitions of the latter. In
his tranflation of Puget La Serre's Mirrour which flatters not,
1639, ^^o* ^^^ fome of Cary's metrical interpolations and

' Ayres and Dialogues, Book i. table.
g

1 Some Account of Thomas Carew.

additions, which fliew him to have been utterly deftitute
of the poetical faculty. I entertain, therefore, very little
doubt that all the poems which have come down to us, as
written by Thomas Cary or Thomas Carew, were from one
and the fame pen — that pen, our author's ; and that Lawes
was at fault in afcribing to Cary of the Bed-chamber the lines
beginning, " Farewell, dear Saint."

My conclufion upon the whole is, that there were cer-
tainly two perfons coexiftent, both of whom were known as
Thomas Carey or Cary, the fecond fyllable of Carew being
then, as now, more ufually than otherwife pronounced fhort ;
that Thomas Carew the Poet, and not Thomas Cary of the
bed-chamber, was the writer of all the poems which are extant
in print or MS. with the name Carew or Cary attached to
them, and that Cary's poetical efforts were exclufively confined
to the very poor metrical compofitions to be found in his tranf-
lation of La Serre, 1639. Following up this dedu(5lion from
fuch teftimonies as I have been able to colledt for myfelf, I
have included, in the prefent edition, both the pieces printed
by Fanihawe, with his Pafior Fido, in 1648, and attributed
(as I confider, by miftake) to Cary in the Ayres and Dialogues,

' I have little or no doubt that the Thomas Cary, who received the grant
of a penfion of £500 a-year in 1625 from Charles I., was the gentleman of
the Bed-chamber, as he is termed indeed in the inftrument (Rymer's Faedera,
edit. 1749, ^'''* P^''^ i» P- ^9)> ^""^ "°' ''i^ P°^^-

CONTENTS.

HE Spring
To A. L.

Perfwafions to Love

To his Miftreffe retiring in AfFeftion

Lips and Eyes

A Divine Miftris .

His Perplexed Loue
A Beautifull Miftris. Song
A Cruell Miftris ....
Murdring Beautie. Song

My Miftris Commanding Me to Returne her Letters
Secrefie protefted ....
A Prayer to the Wind. Song .
Mediocritie in Love rejefted. Song .
Good Counfel to a Young Maid. Song
To my Miftris fitting by a Rivers Side. An Eddy
Conqueft by Flight. Song
To my Inconftant Miftris. Song
Perfwafions to Joy. Song
A Depofition from Love .
Ingratefull Beauty threatned
Difdaine returned ....
A Looking Glafle ....
On his Mrfs. lookeing in a Glafle
An Elegie on the La. Pen. fent to my Miftrefle out of France
To my Miftrefle in Abfence

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Excufeof Abfence .

A Ladies Prayer to Cupid

To her in Abfence. A Ship .

Eternitie of Love protefted. Song

Upon fome Alterations in my Miftrefle, after my Departure into

France ......••

Good Counfell to a Young Maid . . . . •

Celia bleeding. To the Surgeon . . . . •

To T. H. a Lady refembling my Miftreffe . . . •
To Saxham .......■■

Upon a Ribbon tyed about his arme by a Lady .

Another Verfion ......•■

To the King at his entrance into Saxham, by Mafter lo. Crofts

Upon theSickneffeofE. S

A New-Yeares Sacrifice. To Lucinda, 1632

To one who when I prais'd my Miftris' beautie faid I was blind

Song .........

To my Miftris, I burning in Love. Song ....

To her againe, fhe burning in a feaver. Song ...
Upon the Kings fickneffe .......

To a Lady not yet enjoy'd by her hulband. Song

The Willing Prifoner to his Miftris. Song ....

A Flye that flew into my Miftris her Eye ....

" I faw fayre Celia walk alone " ...

On a Lady [Celia] finging to her Lute in Arundell Garden. Song

Celia finging. Song .......

To One that defired to know my Miftris. Song .

In the Perfon of a Lady to her Inconftant Servant

Truce in Love entreated

To my Rivall .

BoldneiTe in Love

A Paftorall Dialogue

Griefe ingroft .

A Paftorall Dialogue

Red and White Rofes

To my Coufin C. R. marrying my Lady A

A Lover upon an Accident neceffitating his departure cOnfults with

reafon
Parting, Celia weepes
A Rapture
Ode . . .

The Mournfull Partynge of two Lovers caufed by the difproportion

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A Health to his Miftrefle

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Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers ....

Another ........

Another .........

Epitaph on Lady S[alter] wife to Sir W. S[alter] .

The Infcription on the Tombe of the Lady Mary Wentworth

The Infcription on the Tombe of the Duke of Bucjiingham

The other Infcription on the fame Tombe .

Foure Songs, by way of Chorus to a Play.

I. The firft of Jealoufie. Dialogue .

II. Feminine Honour .....

III. Separation of Lovers .....

IV. Incommunicabilitie of Love
Other Songs in the Play.

I. A Lover, in the Difguife of an Amazon, is dearly beloved

of his Miftrefle

II. Another. A Lady refcued from death by a Knight
To Ben Jonfon .........

An Hymeneal! Dialogue ........

Obfequies to the Lady Anne Hay ......

To the Countefle of Anglefie .......

An Elegie upon the Death of Dr. Donne, Dean of Paul's

In anfwer of an Elegiacall Letter upon the Death of the King of Sweden

Upon Mafter W. Montague his returne from travell

To Mafter W. Mountague

To his Vnconftant Mrs

On the mariage of T[homas] K[illigrew] and C[ecilia] C[rofts] :

the morning ftormie .......

For a Pifture, where a Queen laments over the Tombe of a flaine

Knight

To a Lady that defired I would love her . . . . .

Upon my Lord Chiefe Juftice his eleftion of my Lady A[nne] W[ent-

worth] for his Miftrefle .......

To A. D. unreafonable diftruftful of her owne beauty .

To my Friend G[ilbert] N[evill?] from Wreft . . . .

The New-Yeares Gift." To the King

To the Queene .........

To the New Yeare, for the Countelfe of Carlile ....

The Comparifon .........

The Sparke ..........

The Complement .........

On fight of a Gentlewoman's Face in the Water ....

Verfes ...........

A Song — " Aik me no more where Jove beftows "...
Song — " Would you know what's foft?"

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The Second Rapture ....

The Hue and Cry .....
Another Verfion .....

Another Verfion

To his Miftris confined. Song .

The Tinder

A Song — " In her faire cheekes"

The Carver. To his Miftris .

To the Painter .....

Love's Courtfhip .....

To Coelia

On a Damafee Rofe flicking upon a Ladie's breaft

The Proteftation. A Sonnet .

The Tooth-ach cured by a Kifle

To his Jealous Miftris ....

The Dart

The Miftake

The Prologue to a Play prefented before the King and Queene

The Epilogue to the fame Play .....

To my Lord Admirall, on his late Sickneffe and Recovery

The retired Blood exhorted to returne in the cheekes of the Pale Sifters

M"'- Katherine and M"'. Mary Nevill
To Miftrifle Katharine Nevill, on her Greene Sickneffe
Againe an other of the fame. Song
Upon a Mole in Celia's Bofom .
An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady Ann Wentworth

and the Lord Lovelace
A Married Woman
A Divine Love
Loves Force .
A Fancy .
To his Miftrefs
Song — " Come, my Celia"
In Praife of his Miftrefs .
To Celia upon Love's Ubiquity
On his Miftrefs going to Sea
" Tell me, Eutrejla, fince my fate" .
Mr. Carew to his Frind .
" When, Celia, I intend to flatter you"
On Munday of Oxford
Epigram .....

On one that Dyed of the Wind-Collick
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Commendatory Verses.

To my honoured friend, Mafter Thomas May, upon his comedie.

The Heire 167

To my worthy friend Mafter George Sandys, on his tranflation of

the Pfalmes . . . . . . . . 169

To my much honoured friend, Henry Lord Gary of Lepington,

upon his tranflation of Malvezzi . . . . . 170

To my worthy friend, M. D'Avenant, upon his excellent play.

The Juft Italian 171

To the Reader of Mafter William Davenant's Play . . . 173

To my friend. Will. D'Avenant 174

To Will. Davenant my friend . . . . . . 175

A Paraphrase of Certain Psalms.

Pfalme I
Pfalme 2
Pfalme 51
Pfalme 91
Pfalme 104
Pfalme 113
Pfalme J14
Pfalme 119
Pfalme 137 .

COELUM BrITANNICUM.

Supplement .
Index of Names, &c.

A Masque

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THE WORKS OF

THOMAS CAREW.

The Spring.'

OW that the winter's gone, the earth hath loft
Her fnow- white robes ; and now no more the

froft
Candies* the grafle, or cafts an ycie creame
Upon the filver lake or chryftall ftreame :
But the warme funne thawes the benummed earth.
And makes it tender ; gives a fecond^ birth
To the dead fwallow ; wakes in hollow tree
The drowfie cuckow and the humble-bee.
Now doe a quire of chirping minftrels fing.
In tryumph to the world, the youthfull Spring :
The vallies, hills, and woods in rich araye
Welcome the comming of the long'd-for May.

1 Old printed copies; Add. MS. Brit. Mus. 11811, fol. 4.-
* This beautiful idea feems clofely imitated from Drayton. See his ^eft
ofCinthia, in Poems, 4°. [folio] 1627, p. 137.

" Since when thofe frofts that Winter brings.
Which candy every greene."
Compare alfo Browne's Brit. Paft. B. i. f. 4. — F.
^ Sacred— q\A printed copies.

B

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Now all things fmile ; onely my Love doth lowre ;
Nor hath the fcalding noon-day funne the power
To melt that marble yce, which ftill doth hold
Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pittie cold.
The oxe, which lately did for fhelter flie
Into the ftall, doth now fecurely lie
In open field ; and love no more is made
By the fire-fide, but in the cooler fhade.
Amyntas now doth by his Cioris fleepe
Under a fycamoure, and all things keepe
Time with the feafon : only (hee doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January.

To A. L.

Perswasions to Love.^

HINKE not, 'caufe men flatt'ring fay,
Y'are frefti as Aprill, fweet as May,*
Bright as is the morning ftarre.
That you are fo ; or, though you are.
Be not therefore proud, and deeme
All men unworthy your efteeme :
For, being fo, you loofe the pleafure
Of being faire, fince that rich treafure

' Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's IVES, (imperfedl at the beginning);
Addit. MS. n8i I, fol. 4 (where it is called His counjell to his Mijirejfe) ;
Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 39 (with the fame title); Harl. MS. 6931, fol. 25
(ditto); Afhmole MS. 47, art. loi (where the title is: jln Admonition to coy
acquaintance).

2 Fayre as Helen, frejh as May. — Addit. MSS. 11811 and 22118, and
Harl. MS.' 6931. Alfo in a MS. feen and collated by Haflewood, and in
Aftim. MS. 47.

'Thomas Carew.

Of rare beauty and fweet feature
Was beftow'd on you by nature
To be enjoy'd ; and 'twere a finne
There to be fcarce, where fliee hath bin
So prodigall of her beft graces.
Thus common beauties and meane faces
Shall have more paftime, and enjoy
The fport you loofe by being coy.
Did the thing for which I fue
Onely concerne my felfe, not you :
Were men fo fram'd, as they alone
Reap'd all the pleafure, women none.
Then had you reafon to be fcant ;
But 'twere a madnefle not to grant
That which affords (if you confent)
To you the giver more content
Than me the beggar. Oh then bee
Kinde to your felfe if not to mee ;
Starve not your felfe, becaufe you may
Make me thereby to pine away ;
Neither let brittle beautie make
You your wifer thoughts forfake ;
For that now lovely face will faile :
Beautie is fweet, but beautie's fraile ;
'Tis fooner paft, 'tis fooner done,
Than fummer's raine, than winter's fun ;
Moft fleeting when it is moft deare :
'Tis gone while wee but fay 'tis here.
Thefe curious locks, fo aptly twin'd,
Whofe every ' haire a foule doth bind.
Will change their abroun hue, and grow

1 Addit. MSS. 11811 and 22118 rt&d feuerall, i.e. each diftinft hair.
This is a technical term. Mr. Fry thought that there was " a great fimilarity
between this poem and Daniel's ' Defcription of Beauty,' tranflated from
Marino, particularly the four ftanzas commencing: ' Old trembling age.' "

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White and cold as winter's fnow.

That eye, which now is Cupid's neft.

Will prove his grave, and all the reft

Will follow ; in the cheeke, chin, nofe,

Nor lilly fhall be found nor rofe :

And what will then become of all

Thofe whom you now do fervants call ?

Like fwallowes when the fummer's done,

They'le flye and feeke fome warmer fun.

Then wifely chufe one to your friend,

Whofe love may, when your beauties end,

Remaine ftill firme : be provident.

And thinke, before the fummer's fpent.

Of "following winter ; like the ant,

In plenty hoord for time of fcant.

Cull out amongft the multitude

Of lovers, that feeke to intrude

Into your favour, one that may

Love for an age, not for a day ;

One that will quench your youthfull fires.

And feed in age your hot defires.

For when the ftormes of time have mov'd

Waves on that cheeke which was belov'd.

When a faire ladle's face is pin'd,

And yellow fpred where red once fhin'd.

When beauty, youth, and all fweets leave her.

Love may returne, but lovers never :

And old folkes' fay there are no paynes

Like itch of love in aged vaines.

O love me then, and now begin it.

Let us not loofe this prefent minute ;

For time and age will worke that wrack

Which time and age fhall ne're call backe.

fooks — Addit. MSS. 11811 and 22118.

Thomas Carew.

The fnake each yeare frefti fkin refumes.
And eagles change their aged plumes ;
The faded rofe each fpring receives
A frefh red tinfture on her leaves :
But if your beauties once decay.
You nere fhall know a fecond May.
O then be wife, and whilft your feafon
Affords you dayes for fport, doe reafon ;
Spend not in vaine your lives ftiort houre.
But crop in time your beautie's flower,
Which will away, and doth together
Both bud and fade, both blow and wither.

To HIS MiSTRESSE RETIRING IN AFFECTION.^

|LY not from him whofe filent miferie
Breath's many an unwitnes'd figh to thee ;
_ Who having felt thy fcorne, yet conftant is,

And whom thy felf thou haft cal'd onely his.
When firft mine eyes threw flames, whofe fpirit moov'd thee,
Had'fl not thou lookt againe, I had not lov'd thee.
Nature did nere two different thinges vnite
With peace, which are by nature oppofite.
If thou force nature, and be backward gone,
O blame not me y' flriue to draw thee on :
But if my conflant loue fhall faile to moue thee.
Then know my reafon hates thee, though I loue thee.

' Addit. MS. Brit. Mus. 1 1 8i i, fol. 6. Not in the old printed copies.

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Lips and Eyes^.

N Celia's face a queftion did arife.
Which were more beautifull. her Lips or Eyes ?

We (faid the Eyes) fend forth thofe poynted darts

Which pierce the hardeft adamantine hearts.
From us (reply'd the Lips) proceed thofe bliffes
Which lovers reape by kind words and fweet kifles.
Then wept the Eyes, and from their fprings did powre
Of liquid oriental! pearles a fhower ;
Whereat the Lips, mov'd with delight and pleafure.
Through a fweete fmile unlockt their pearlie treafure,
And bad Love judge, whether did adde more grace.
Weeping or fmiling Pearles to Celia's face.

A Divine Mistris.^

|N Nature's peeces ftill I fee
Some errour that might mended bee ;
Something my wifh could ftill remove.
Alter, or adde ; but my faire Love
Was fram'd by hands farre more divine ;
For ihe hath every beauteous line :
Yet I had beene farre happier.
Had Nature, that made me, made her ;
Then likenes might (that love creates)
Have made her love what now ftie hates :

' This poem is included in all the old printed copies ; in Mr. Huth's
" Scattergood" MS.; in Cofens MS. A 4°.; in Addit. MS. ii8ii,fol. 10;
Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 43 ; and in Witts Recreations, 1640, No. 179, or
reprint, 1817, ii. 18. In Witts Recreations the lines are headed, On
Ccelia.

^ Old printed copies ; Addit. MS. 1 181 1, fol. 6 (where it is called His
M'". her perfeaions) ; Addit. MS. 221 18, fol. 40 (with the fame title).

Thomas Carew.

Yet I confefle I cannot fpare

From her juft fhape the fmalleft haire ;

Nor need I beg from all the ftore

Of heaven for her one beautie more :

Shee hath too much divinity for mee :

You Gods ! teach ' her fome more humanitie.

His Perplexed Loue.

!F fhe muft ftill denye,
Weepe not, but dye :
For my Faire will not giue
Loue enough to let me liue,
Nor dart from her faire eye
Scorne enough to make me dye.

Then let me weepe alone, till her kind breath
Or blow my teares away, or fpeake my death.'

A Beautifull Mistris.^

Song.

F when the Sun at noone difplayes
His brighter rayes
Thou but appeare.
He then, all pale with fliame and feare,

Quencheth his light.

1 Send—hdd:\t. MSS.

2 Addit. MS. 11811, fol. 7 verfo; Addit. MS. 22 11 8, fol. 40. Not in
the editions.

' Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 17 (where it is headed On his
Beautifull miftris) ; Aflimole MS. 38, arr. 218 (fubfcribed Tho. Carew,)
Lawes' ^yres and Dialogues, 1653, p. 18 (with the mufic).

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Hides his darke brow, flyes from thy fight.

And growes more dimme,
Compar'd to thee, than ftarres to him.
If thou but fhow thy face againe,
When darkenefle doth at midnight raigne,
The darkenefle flyes, and light is hurl'd
Round about the filent world :
So as alike thou driv'fl away
Both light and darkenefl'e, night and day.

A Cruell Mistris.^

3EE read of kings and gods that kindly tooke
A pitcher fil'd with water from the brooke ;

But I have dayly tendred without thankes

Rivers of teares that overflow their bankes.

A flaughter'd bull appeafed angry Jove,

A horfe the fun, a lambe the god of love ;

But fliee difdaines the fpotlefle facrifice

Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes.

Vefl:a is not difpleas'd if her chafte urne

Doe with repayred fuell ever burne ;

But my faint frownes, though to her honour'd name

I confecrate a never-dying flame.

Th' Aflyrian king did none i' th' furnace throw

But thofe that to his image would not bow ;

With bended knees I daily worfliip her.

Yet flie confumes her owne idolater.

Of fuch a goddefl"e no times leave record.

That burnes the temple where flie is ador'd.

' Old printed copies; Addit. MS. 11811, fol. 6 verfo (where the lines
are headed His loue negleBed); Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 40 (with the fame
heading) ; Afhmole MS. 47, art. 83 (unfigned).

Thomas Carew.

MURDRING BeAUTIE/

Song.

I'LE gaze no more on her bewitching face.
Since ruine harbours there in every place ;
For my enchanted foule alike fhee drownes
With calmes and tempefts, of her fmiles and frownes.
rie love no more thofe cruell eyes of hers
Which, pleas'd or anger'd, ftill are murderers :
For if fhe dart (like lightning) through the ayre
Her beames of wrath, fhe kils me with defpaire ;
If fhee behold me with a pleafing eye,
I furfet with excefle of joy, and dye.

My Mistris Commanding Me to Returne
HER Letters.^

O grieves th' adventrous merchant, when he throwes
All the long toyl'd-for treafure his fhip flowes
Into the angry maine, to fave from wrack
Himfelfe and men, as I grieve to fend backe
Thefe letters ; yet fo powerfull is your fway.
That, if you bid me die, I muft obey.
Goe then, bleft papers, you fhall kifle thofe hands
That gave you freedome, but hold me in bands,

1 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (imperfeft at end); Add. MS.
11811, fol. 4 verfo (where the lines are headed On his Mijirejfe); Harl.
MS. 4057, fol. 10 (where it is headed A Charming Beauty), and the 3rd
and 4th ftand 5th and 6th.

^ Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Addit. MS. 11811, fol. 7
verfo s Addit. MS. 221 18, fol. 41-2 ; Harl. MS. 6931, fci. 36 ; Afhmole
MS. 47, art. 132 (imperfed).

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Which with a touch did give you life, but I,
Becaufe I may not touch thofe hands, muft die.
Me thinkes, as if they knew they fhould be fent
Home to their native foile from banifhment,
I fee them fmile, like dying faints, that know
They are to leave earth, and tow'rd heaven goe.
When you returne, pray tell your foveraigne
And mine, I gave you courteous entertaine ;
Each line receiv'd a teare, and then a kifle ;
Firft bath'd in that, it 'fcap'd unfcorcht from this :
I kift it 'caufe her hand had once been there ;
But, 'caufe it was not then, I flied a teare.
Tell her, no length of time, no change of ayre.
No crueltie, difdaine, abfence, difpaire :
No, nor her ftedfaft conftancie : can deterre
My vaflall heart from ever honouring her.
Though thefe be powerfuU arguments to prove
I love in vaine, yet I muft ever love ;
Say, if flie frowne when you that word rehearfe,
Service in profe is oft call'd love in verfe :
Then pray her, fince I fend back on my part
Her papers, fhe will fend me back my heart.
If fhe refufe, warne her to come before
The god of love, whom thus I will implore :
Trav'ling thy countries road (great God) I fpide
By chance this lady, and walkt by her fide
From place to place, fearing no violence ;
For I was well arm'd, and had made defence.
In former fights 'gainft fiercer foes than fhee
Did at the firft incounter feeme to bee.
But, going farther, every ftep reveal'd
Some hidden weapon, till that time conceal'd.
Seeing thofe outward armes, I did begin
To feare fome greater ftrength was lodg'd within.
Looking into her mind, I might furvay
An hoaft of beauties that in ambufh lay ;

'Thomas Carew.

And won the day before they fought the field ;

For I, unable to refift, did yeild.

But the infulting tyrant fo deftroyes

My conquer'd mind, my eafe, my peace, my joyes.

Breaks my fweete fleepes, invades my harmlefle reft,

Robs me of all the treafure of my breft,

Spares not my heart, nor (yet a greater wrong) —

For, having ftolne my heart, (he binds my tongue.

But at the laft her melting eyes unfeal'd

My lips, enlarg'd my tongue ; then I reveal'd

To her owne eares the ftory of my harmes.

Wrought by her vertues and her beauties charmes.

Now heare, juft judge, an aft of favagenefle ;

When I complaine, in hope to find redrefle,

Shee bends her angry brow, and from her eye

Shootes thoufand darts. I then well hop'd to die ;

But in fuch foveraigne balme love dips his fhot

That, though it wounds a heart, it kills it not.

Shee faw the bloud gufh forth from many a wound.

Yet fled, and left me bleeding on the ground,

Nor fought my cure, nor faw me fince : 'tis true

Abfence and Time (two cunning leaches) drew

The flefh together ; yet, fure, though the (kin

Be clos'd without, the wound fefters within.

Thus hath this cruell lady us'd a true

Servant and fubjedt to herfelfe and you ;

Nor know I (great Love,) if my life be lent

To fhew thy mercy or my punilhment ;

Since by the onely magic of thy art

A lover ftill may live that wants a heart.

If this enditement fright her fo as fhee

Seeme willing to returne my heart to mee,

But cannot find it, (for perhaps it may,

'Mongft other trifeling things, be out o' th' way ;)

If fhe repent, and would make me amends.

Bid her but fend me hers, and we are friends.

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Secresie protested.*

|EARE not, dear Love, that I'le reveale
Thofe houres of pleafure we two fteale ;
No eye fliall fee, nor yet the fun
Defcry, what thou and I have done ;

No eare fhall heare our love, but wee
Silent as the night will bee.
The God of Love himfelfe (whofe dart
Did firft wound mine, and then thy heart)

Shall never know that we can tell
What fweets in ftolne embraces dwell.
This only raeanes may find it out :
If, when I dye, phyficians doubt

What caus'd my death, and then to view
Of all their judgements which was true.
Rip up my heart. Oh ! then, I feare.
The world will fee thy pifture there.

' Old printed copies; Lawes'^jirw and Dialogues, 1655, p. 39 (with the
mufic for one, two, or three voices;) Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1655,
p. 27 (with many variations); Aflimole MS. 38, art. 32, where the title is
as follows (I give it juft as it ftands) : — "A gentle man that had a M'^.
and after was conftrayned to marry a nother ; the firft was a frayd that hee
would reveale to his new wyfe thair fecreet loves : wheruppon hee wrights
thus to hur."

'Thomas Carew.

A Prayer to the Wind.

Song.

OEj thou gentle whifpering wind/
Beare this figh ; and if thou find
Where my cruel 1 faire doth reft,

Caft it in her fnow-white breft,

Soj enflamed by my defire.

It may fet her heart on fire.

Thofe fweet kifles thou wilt gaine.

Shall reward thee for thy paine :

Boldly light upon her lip.

There fuck odours, and thence fkip

To her bofome ; laftly fall

Downe, and wander over all :

Range about thofe ivorie hills.

From whofe every part diftills

Amber deaw ; there fpices grow.

There pure ftreames of neftar flow ;

There perfume thyfelfe, and bring

All thofe fweets upon thy wing :

As thou return'ft, change by thy power

1 Old printed copies ; Cofens MS. A 4" ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (imperfeft
at end ;) Addit. MS. 1 181 1, fol. 7 reSlo and verfo (where the poem is called
A Sigh) Addit. MS. 2Zi 18. fol. 39, (with the fame title).

2 Browne's Brit. Paft. b. i. f. 4 :

" A weftern, milde, and pretty whifpering gale.
Came dallying with the leaues along the dale."
[Roxb. Lib. edit. i. 118, and compare ibid. ii. 270.] Pope feems to have
had this paflage in view, when he wrote :

" Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away;
To Delia's ear the tender notes convey." — F.

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Every weed into a flower ;
Turne each thiftle to a vine,
Make the bramble eglantine :
For fo rich a bootie made
Doe but this, and I am payd.
Thou canft with thy powerful! blafl: "
Heat apace, and coole as faft ;
Thou canfl: kindle hidden flame.
And againe deflroy the fame.
Then for pittie either fl:ir
Up the fire of love in her.
That alike both flames may fhine,
Or elfe quite extinguifli mine.

Mediocritie in Love rejected.^

Song.

IVE me more love or more difdaine ;
The torrid or the frozen zone :
Bring equall eafe unto my paine ;
The temperate affords me none :
Either extreame, of love or hate.
Is fweeter than a calme eftate.

Give me a florme ; if it be love.
Like Danae in that golden fhowre

I fwimme in pleafure ; if it prove
Difdaine, that torrent will devoure

1 This and the following line are omitted in Addit. MSS. 11811 and
22118.

^ Old printed copies ; Lawes {Ayres and Dialogues, book i. 1653, p. 21).
In the Ayres and Dialogues it is fet to mufic. See Lovelace's Poems, edit.
Hazlitt, 1864, p. 135 and Note.

Thomas Carew. i^

My vulture-hopes ; and he's pofleft
Of heaven, that's but from hell releaft ;

Then crowne my joyes, or cure my paine :

Give me more love or more difdaine.

Good Counsel to a Young Maid/
Song.

AZE not on thy beauties pride.
Tender maid, in the falfe tide
That from lovers' eyes doth Aide.

Let thy faithful chryftall ftiow
How thy colours come and goe :
Beautie takes a foyle from woe.

Love, that in thofe fmooth ftreames lyes
Under pitties faire difguife.
Will thy melting heart furprize.

Netts of paffion's fineft thred.
Snaring poems, will be fpred,
All to catch thy maiden-head.

1 We fhall obferve, once for all, that elegance charafterizes all our Poet's
Love Pieces. This Song, with the Perjuajions to Love, &c. and feveral other
Poems which the judicious reader will eafily diftinguifli, are inconteftable
proofs of it. — D.

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Then beware ! for thofe that cure
Love's difeafe, themfelves endure
For reward a calenture.

Rather let the lover pine.

Than his pale cheeke fhould affigne

A perpetuall blufh to thine.

To MY MiSTRIS SITTING BY A RiVERS SiDE.

An Eddy.^

IARKE how yon eddy fteales away
From the rude ftreame into the bay ;
There, lockt up fafe, fhe doth divorce
Her waters from the chanels courfe,
And fcornes the torrent that did bring
Her headlong from her native fpring ;
Now doth fhe with her new love play,
Whilfl; he runs murmuring away.
Marke how fhe courts the bankes, whilft they
As amoroufly their armes difplay,
T'embrace and clip her filver waves:
See how fhe flrokes their fides, and craves
An entrance there, which they deny ;
Whereat fhe frownes, threat'ning to flye
Home to her flreame, and 'gins to fwim
Backward, but from the chanels brim
Smiling returnes into the creeke.
With thoufand dimples on her cheeke.

' Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 25-6.

Thomas Carew.

Be thou this eddy, and Tie make
My breaft thy fhore, where thou flialt take
Secure repofe, and never dreame
Of the quite forfaken ftreame :
Let him to the wide ocean haft.
There lofe his colour, name, and taft :
Thou fhalt fave all, and, fafe from him.
Within thefe armes for ever fwim.

Conquest by Flight.*

Song.

ADYES, flye from Love's fmooth tale,
Oathes fteep'd in teares doe oft prevaile ;
Griefe is infedtious, and the ayre,
Enflam'd with fighes, will blaft the fayre:
Then ftop your eares, when lovers cry,
Left yourfelfe weepe, when no foft eye
Shall with a forrowing teare repay
That pittie which you caft away.

Young men, fly, when beautie darts
Amorous glances at your hearts :
The fixt marke gives the ftiooter ayme ;
And ladyes' looks have power to mayme ;
Now 'twixt their lips, now in their eyes,
Wrapt in a fmile or kifle. Love lyes ;
Then flye betimes, for only they
Conquer love that run away.

' The fecond ftanza of this fong is to be found in Feftum Voluptatis, or
the Banquet of Pleafure, by S[amuel] P[ick], 1639, 4°. — F

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To MY Inconstant Mistris.*

Song.

HEN thou, poor excommunicate

From all the joyes of love, Ihalt fee

The full reward and glorious fate

Which my ftrpng faith fhall purchafe me.
Then curfe thine own inconftancie.

A fayrer hand than thine ihall cure

That heart, which thy falfe oathes did wound ;

And to my foule a foule more pure

Than thine fhall by Love's hand be bound.
And both with equall glory crown'd.

Then (halt thou weepe, entreat, complaine

To Love, as I did once to thee ;
When all thy teares fhall be as vaine

As mine were then ; for thou (halt bee

Damn'd for thy falfe apoftafie.

Perswasions to Joy.
Song.

|F the quick fpirits in your eye
Now languifh, and anon muft dye ;

If every fweet and every grace

Muft fly from that forfaken face ;

' Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 17, verjo ; Addit. MS. 11,
811, fol. 7 (fecond and third ftanzas only); Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 41
(fecond and third ftanzas only); Lawes' Ayes and Dialogues, 1653, p. 8,
(with the mufic) ; Lawes omits the fecond ftanza.

Thomas Carew.

Then, Celia, let us reape our joyes.
Ere time fuch goodly fruit deftroyes.

Or, if that golden fleece muft grow
For ever free from aged fnow ;
If thofe bright funs mufl know no fhade.
Nor your frefli beauties ever fade,
Then feare not, Celia, to beftow
What, fl:ill being gather'd, fl:ill muft grow.
Thus either Time his fickle brings
In vaine, or elfe in vaine his wings.

A Deposition from Love.^

WAS foretold, your rebell fex

Nor love nor pitty knew ;
And with what fcorne you ufe to vex
Poore hearts that humbly fue ;
Yet I believ'd, to crowne our paine,

Could we the fortrefl!e win.
The happy lover fure fhould gaine

A paradife within :
I thought Love's plagues, like dragons, fate
Only to fright us at the gate.

But I did enter, and enjoy

What happier lovers prove ;
For I could kifie, and fport, and toy.

And taft thofe fweets of love

1 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 17,
ver/o.

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Which, had they but a lafting ftate.

Or if in Celia's breft
The force of love might not abate,

Jove were too meane a gueft.
But now her breach of faith far more

Afflidts, than did her fcorne before.

Hard fate ! to have been once pofleft

As vidor of a heart,
Atchiev'd with labour and unreft.

And then forc'd to depart.
If the ftout foe will not refigne,

When I befiege a towne,
I lofe but what was never mine ;

But he that is caft downe
From enjoy'd beautie feeles a woe,

Onely depofed kings can know.

Ingratefull Beauty threatned.^

NOW, Celia, (fince thou art fo proud,)
'Twas I. that gave thee thy renowne.
Thou had 'ft in the forgotten crowd
Of common beauties liv'd unknowne.

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (ends imperfeftly) j Harl.
MS. 6931, fol. 57, verfo ; Lawes' Ayres and Dialogues, 1655, pp. 18, 19
(with the mufic). An imitation is in Holborn Drollery, or. The Beautiful
Chloret Jurprized in the Jheets, 1673, p. 22. It is to be prefamed that this
is the piece to which Wood refers, where he fays : " Henry Jacob of Merton
Coll. the greateft prodigy of criticifm in his time, hath moft admirably
well turn'd into Latin a poem of our author Carew, which Mr. Jacob
entitled, KvTi.TV)(yoz, ad ingrate pulchram s" but no copy of the verfion by
Jacob has fallen under my notice.

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Had not my verfe extoll'd thy name.
And with it ympt' the wings of fame.

That killing power is none of thine :

I gave it to thy voyce and eyes ;
Thy fweets, thy graces, all are mine :

Thou art my ftarre, fhin'ft in my fkies ;
Then dart not from thy borrow'd fphere
Lightning on him that fixt thee there.

Tempt me with fuch affrights no more,

Left what I made I uncreate ;
Let fooles thy myftique formes adore,

I know thee in thy mortall ftate :
Wife poets that wrapt Truth in tales,
Knew her themfelves through all her vailes.

DiSDAINE RETURNED.^

EE that loves a rofie cheeke.
Or a corall lip admires.
Or, from ftar-like eyes, doth feeke
Fuell to maintaine his fires ;

^ This technical phrafe is borrowed from falconry. Falconers fay. To imp
a feather in a hawk's wing, i. e. to add a new piece to an old flump. — D.
" His plumes onely imp the Mufes wings :
He fleepes with them : his head is rapt with bales." —
Chapman's Con/piracie and Tragedie of Charles Duke of Byron, 1608.

" 'Tis thou haft honour'd mufick, done her right.
Fitted her for a ftrong and ufefull flight.
She droop'd and flagg'd before as hawks complain.
Of the fick feathers of their wing and train :
But thou haft imp'd the wings flie had before." —

Lines by Charles Colman Dodlor in Mufic, prefixed to
Lawes' A;jres and Dialogues, book ii. — H.

' Old printed copies; Porter's Madrigalles and Ayres, 1632 (with the

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As old Time makes thefe decay.
So his flames muft wafte away.

But a fmooth and ftedfaft mind :
Gentle thoughts and calme defires :

Hearts with equall love combin'd :
Kindle never-dying fires.

Where thefe are not, I defpife

Lovely cheekes, or lips, or eyes.

Celia, now, no teares fhall win
My refolv'd heart to returne ;

I have fearcht thy foule within.

And find nought but pride and fcorne ;

I have learn'd thy arts,' and now
Can difdaine as much as thou.

Some god in my revenge convay

That love to her I caft away.

A Looking Glasse.^

HAT flatt'ring glafle, whofe fmooth face weares
Your fhadow, which a funne appeares,
Was once a river of my teares.

About your cold heart they did make
A circle, where the brinie lake
Congeal'd into a cryftall cake.

mufic); Aflimole MS. 39, art 8, (figned Mr. Tho. Carezo); Cofens MS.
B. obi. 8°.; Lawes' Ayres and Dialogues, book i, 1653, p. iz (with the mufic) ;
Academy of Compliments, 1658. Porter prints the firft and fecond ftanzas
only ; perhaps the remainder was added fubfequently.

' " I hate thofe cruell eyes." — AJhm. MS.

= Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. ; MS. Chetham (Halliwell's
Catalogue of Proclamations, &c. 1851).

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Gaze no more on that killing eye.
For feare the native crueltie
Doome you, as it doth all, to dye.

For feare left the fair objedt move
Your froward heart to fall in love.
Then you yourfelf my rival prove.

Looke rather on my pale cheekes pin'de.
There view your beauties, there you'le finde
A fair face, but a cruell minde.

Be not for ever frozen, coy ;

One beame of love will foone deftroy,

And melt that yce to flouds of joy.

On his M"^. lookeing in a glasse.'

[Another VerJion.'\

HIS flatteringe glafle, whofe fmooth face weares
Your fhaddow which a funne appeares,
Was once a Riuer of my teares.

About your cold heart they did make
A circle, where the brinie lake
Congeal'd into a Chriftall cake.

This glafle and fhaddow feeme to fay :
Like vs, the beauties you furuay
Will quickly breake or fly away.

* This copy, which contains y^w», inftead oi Jix, ftanzas, and has only
the iirft and fecond in common with the preceding one, occurs in the Cofens
MS. A. 4°. and in Har]. MS. 6057, foJ. 8, 9.

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Since then my teares can onely fhow
You your owne face, you cannot know
How faire you are but by my woo.

Nor had the world elfe knowne your name,
But that my fad verfe fpread the fame
Of the moft faire and cruell dame.

Forfake but your difdainefull minde.
And in my fonges the world fhall finde.
That you are not more faire than kinde.

Change but your fcorne : my verfe fhall chafe
Decay far from you, and your face
Shall fhine with an immortall grace.

An Elegie on the La. Pen.^ sent to my

MiSTRESSE OUT OF FrANCE.

ET him, who from his tyrant miftrefle did
This day receive his cruell doome, forbid
His eyes to weepe that lofle, and let him here
Open thofe floud-gates to bedeaw this beere ;
So fhall thofe drops, which elfe would be but brine,
Be turn'd to manna, falling on her fhrine.
Let him who, baniftit farre from her deere fight.
Whom his foule loves, doth in that abfence write,

' The time is too dillant to trace out this Lady's name with any
certainty ; probably fhe belonged to the Pennington family, who were then
well known. Our Poet is not fo fuccefsful in grave elegy as in love fonnets.
Perhaps he was not fo fincere in his grief as in his love. When the fancy
wanders after frivolous pointednefs and epigrammatic conceit, it ftiews too
well that the heart is at eafe. — D.

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Or lines of paffion, or feme powerfull charmes.

To vent his own griefe, or unlock her armes ;

Take ofF his pen, and in fad verfe bemone

This generall forrow, and forget his owne.

So may thofe verfes live, which elfe muft dye :

For though the mufes give eternitie

When they embalme with verfe, yet fhe could give

Life unto that mufe by which others live.

Oh, pardon me, faire foule ! that boldly have

Dropt, though but one teare, on thy filent grave.

And writ on that earth, which fuch honour had,

To cloath that flefh wherein thyfelfe was clad.

And pardon me, fweet Saint ! whom I adore.

That I this tribute pay out of the ftore

Of lines and teares, that's only due to thee :

Oh, doe not thinke it new idolatrie.

Though you are only foveraigne of this land.

Yet univerfall lofTes may command

A fubfidie from every private eye.

And prefle each pen to write, fo to fupply

And feed the common griefe. If this excufe

Prevaile not, take thefe teares to your owne ufe.

As fhed for you ; for when I faw her dye,

I then did thinke on your mortalitie ;

For fince nor vertue will, nor beautie could,

Preferve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould,

Where they were framed all, and where they dwelt ;

I then knew you muft dye too, and did melt

Into thefe teares ; but, thinking on that day,

And when the gods refblv'd to take away

A faint from us, I that not knew^ what dearth

There was of fuch good foules upon the earth.

Began to feare left Death, their officer.

Might have miftooke, and taken thee for her ;

So had'ft thou robb'd us of that happinefle,

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Which flie in heaven, and I in thee poflefle.

But what can heaven to her glory adde ?

The prayfes ihe hath dead, hving fhe had;

To fay flie's now an angell is no more

Praife than fhe had, for fhe was one before.

Which of the faints can fhew more votaries

Than fhe had here ? Even thofe that did defpife

The angels, and may her, now fhe is one.

Did, whilfl fhe liv'd, with pure devotion

Adore and worfhip her. Her vertues had

All honour here, for this world was too bad

To hate or envy her ; thefe cannot rife

So high as to repine at deities :

But now fhe's 'mongfl her fellow-faints, they may

Be good enough to envy her this way.

There's lofTe i'th' change 'twixt heaven and earth, if fhe

Should leave her fervants here below to be

Hated of her competitors above ;

But fure her matchlefTe goodnefTe needs mufl move

Thofe blefl foules to admire her excellence ;

By this meanes only can her journey hence

To heaven prove gaine if, as fhe was but here

Worfhipt by men, fhe be by angels there.

But I mufl weepe no more over this urne.

My teares to their own chanell muft returne ;

And having ended thefe fad obfequies.

My mufe mufl back to her old exercife.

To tell the ftory of my martyrdome.

But, oh thou Idol of my foule ! become

Once pittifull, that fhe may change her flile,

Drie up her blubbred eyes, and learne to fmile.

Refl then, blefl foule ! for, as ghofls flye away.

When the fhrill cock proclaimes the infant day,

So mufl I hence, for loe ! I fee from farre

The minions of the mufes comming are :

Each of them bringing to thy facred herfe

In either eye a teare, each hand a verfe.

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To MY MiSTRESSE IN ABSENCE.^

iHOUGH I muft live here, and by force
Of your command fufFer divorce ;
Though I am parted, yet my mind
(That's more myfelfe) ftill ftayes behind;
I breath in you, you keepe my heart ;
Twas but a carkafle that did part.
Then though our bodyes are disjoyn'd.
As things that are to place confin'd.
Yet let our boundlefle fpirits fleet.
And in love's fphere each other meet ;
There let us worke a myftique wreath,
Unknowne unto the world beneath ;
There let our clafpt loves fweetly twine ;
There let our fecret thoughts unfeen
Like nets be weav'd and intertwin'd,
Wherewith wee'le catch each others mind.
There, whilft our foules doe fit and kifle.
Tailing a fweet and fubtle blifle,
(Such as grolTe lovers cannot know,
Whofe hands and lips meet here below).
Let us looke downe, and marke what paine
Our abfent bodyes here fuftaine.
And fmile to fee how farre away
The one doth from the other ftray.
Yet burne and languifh with defire
To joyne, and quench their mutuall fire.
There let us joy to fee from farre
Our emulous flames at loving warre ;

' Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Rawl. MS. 84 (with a few
variations).

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Whilft both with equall lufter fhine,
Mine bright as yours, yours bright as mine.
There, feated in thofe heavenly bowers,
Wee'le cheat the long and lingring houres,
Making our bitter abfence fweet.
Till foules and bodyes both may meet.

Excuse of Absence.'

OU'LE aflce perhapps wherefore I flay,
Louinge foe much, foe longe away ?

O doe not thinke 'twas I did part :

It was my body, not my hart.
For, like a compafle, on your loue
One foote is fixt, and cannot moue.
Th' other may follow the blinde guide
Of giddy Fortune, but not Aide
Beyond your feruice, nor dare venter
To wander farre fro you the center.

A Ladies Prayer to Cupid.^

INCE I muft needes into thy fchoole returne.
Be pittifull (O Loue) and doe not burne

Mee w"" defier of cold and frozen age,

Nor let me follow a fond boy or page.

' This and the fucceeding piece occur in Cofens MS. only ; they are not
found in the old printed copies. Both poems are fubfcribed with Carew's
initials, and accompany produftions well known to be from his pen.

^ Thefe lines are inferted in Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 165.5, P- "6»
anonymoufly.

Thomas Carew.

But, gentle Cupid, giue mee, if you can.
One to my loue, whom I may call a man.
Of perfon comely and of face as fweete.
Let him be fober, fecret and difcreete.
Well practif'd in loues fchoole, let him within
Weare all his beard, and none vppon his chinn.

To HER IN Absence.
A Ship.

OST in a troubled fea of griefes, I floate
Farre from the fhore in a ftorme-beaten boat ;
Where my fad thoughts doe (like the compafle) fhow
The feverall points from which crofle winds doe blow.
My heart doth, like the needle, toucht with love.
Still fixt on you, point which way I would move :
You are the bright Pole-ftarre which, in the darke
Of this long abfence, guides my wandring barke :
Love is the pilot ; but, o'recome with feare
Of your difpleafure, dares not homewards fteare.
My fearefull hope hangs on my trembling fayle.
Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale ;
Which pleafant breath muft blow from your fweet lip.
Bid it but move ; and, quick as thought, this fhip
Into your armes, which are my port, will flye.
Where it forever fhall at anchor lye.

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Eternitie of Love protested.'

Song.

OW ill doth he deferve a lover's name,
Whofe pale weake flame
Cannot retaine

His heatCj in fpight of abfence or difdaine ;

But doth at once, like paper fet on fire,
Burne and expire !

True love can never change his feat ;

Nor did he'' ever love that can retreat.

That noble flame, which my breft keepes alive.

Shall fl:ill furvive

When my foules fled.
Nor ftiall my love dye, when my bodyes dead ;
That fliall waite on me to the lower fliade.

And never fade ;
My very aflies in their urne
Shall, like a hallowed lamp, for ever burne.

Upon some Alterations in my Mistresse, after
MY Departure into France.

^ H, gentle love, doe not forfake the guide

Of my fraile barke, on which the fwelling tide

Of ruthlefl^ pride
Doth beat, and threaten wrack from every fide.

' Old printed copies ; Cofens MS. A. 410; Addit. MS. Br. Mus. 11811,
fol. 7 (where it is headed The quality of his loue); Add. MS. 221 18, fol. 41.
^ Cofens MS. reads they.

Thomas Carew.

Gulfes of difdaine do gape to overwhelme

This boat, nigh funke with griefe ; whilft at the helme

Difpaire commands ;
And round about the fhifting fands
Of faithlefle love and falfe inconftancie.

With rocks of crueltie.
Stop up my paflage to the neighbour lands.

My fighs have rayf 'd thofe winds, whofe fury beares
My fayles or'eboord, and in their place fpreads teares ;

And from my teares
This fea is fprung, where naught but death appeares.
A myftic cloud of anger hides the light
Of my faire ftarre ; and everywhere black night

Ufurpes the place
Of thofe bright rayes, which once did grace
My forth-bound fhip ; but when it could no more

Behold the vanifht fliore.
In the deep flood flie drown'd her beamie face.

Good Counsell to a Young Maid.^

HEN you the fun-burnt pilgrim fee

Fainting with thirfl:, hafl: to the fprings ;
Marke how at firfl: with bended knee
He courts the cryftall nimph, and flings
His body to the earth, where'* he
Proftrate adores the flowing deitie.

' 01A»j)rinted copies; Poems, edit. 1772, p. 34; Mr. Huth's Berkeley
MS. i Addit. MS. Br. Mus. ii8u, fol. 12. In the Berkeley MS. it is
headed : Good Counfell to a Maiden, by Mr. Tho. Cary. An imitation
occurs in Holborn Drollery, 1673, p. 29.

^ when, Berkeley MS.

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But when his fweaty' face is drencht

In her coole waves, when from her fweet

Bofome his burning thirft is quencht ;
Then marke how with difdainfull feet

He kicks the banks, and from the place

That thus refrefht him, moves with fullen pace.

So fhalt thou be defpis'd, faire maid.
When by the fated'* lover tafted ;

What firft he did with teares invade
Shall afterward with fcorne be wafted ;

When ail thy virgin-fprings grow dry.

Then no ftreame (hall be left but in thine eye/

Celia bleeding. To the Surgeon.

|OND man, that canft beleeve her blood
Will from thofe purple chanels flow ;

Or that the pure untainted flood

Can any foule diftemper know ;
Or that thy weake fteele can incize
The cryftall cafe wherein it lyes.

Know, her quick blood, proud of his feat.
Runs dauncing through her azure veines,

Whofe harmony no cold nor heat

Difturbs, whofe hue no tinfture ftaines ;

And the hard rock, wherein it dwells.

The keenefl: darts of love repels.

' hotter, Berkeley MS. '^ glutted, Berkeley MS.

^ This little poem is entirely worthy of Carew's fenfe and elegance. — D.

Thomas Carew.

But thou reply'ft. Behold, fhe bleeds !

Foole, thou'rt deceiv'd ; and doft not know
The myftique knot whence this proceeds.

How lovers in each other grow ;
Thou ftruckft her arm, but 'twas my heart
Shed all the blood, felt all the fmart.

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To T. H. A Lady resembling my Mistresse.^

A YRE copie of my Celia's face.
Twin of my loue, thy perfect grace
May clayme with her an equall place.

Difdaine not a divided heart.

Though all be hers, you fhall have part ;

Love is not tyde to rules of art.

For as my foule firft to her flew,
Yet ftay'd with me ; fo now 'tis true
It dwells with her, though fled to you.

Then entertaine this wand'ring guefl-.

And if not love, allow it refl: ;

It left not, but miftooke, the nefl;.

' OJd printed copies ; Cofens MSS. A. 4° and B. obi. 8° (the latter
imperfeft) ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. ; Harl. MS. 6057, fol. i; To a lady y' had
a rejemblance of his M". — Cofens MS. A. 4° ; in Mr. Wyburd's MS. it is
headed, Of one like his Celia. In Addit. MS. 11 811, fol. 10, it is entitled:
To a gentle-woman like his Celia. See an imitation of the lines in Holborn-
Drollery, 1673, p. 25, and a reference in Notes and Queries, 2nd S. vii.,
pp. 146, 184, to parallel paffages in Wycherley and Burns.

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Nor thinke my love or your faire eyes
Cheaper, 'caufe from the fympathies'
You hold with her thefe flames arife.

To lead, or brafle, or fome fuch bad
Mettall, a Princes ftamp may adde
That valew, which it never had.

But to the pure refined ore

The fl:amp of kings imparts no more

Worth, than the mettall held before.

Only the image gives the rate
To fubjedls of a forralne ftate :
'Tis priz'd as much for its owne waight.

So though all other hearts refigne

To your pure worth, yet you have mine.

Only becaufe you are her coyne.

To Saxham.^

HOUGH froft and fnow lockt from mine eyes
That beautie which without dores lyes.
Thy gardens, orchards, walkes, that fo

I might not all thy pleafures know :

Yet, Saxham, thou within thy gate

Art of thy felfe fo delicate.

' Old printed copy of 1 640 — -fympathife.

^ Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is headed : A winters
entertainement att Saxham); Addit.MS. 1 181 1, fol. 9 ; Had. MS. 6931, fo).
24-5. This poem was probably written in 1634, the year of the great froft.
Cartwright has a long poem on this fubjett (Harl. MS. 6931, fol. 78).

'Thomas Carew. 35

So full of native fweets, that blefle

Thy roofe with inward happinefle ;

As neither from nor to thy ftore

Winter takes ought, or fpring addes more.

The cold and frozen ay re had fterv'd

Much poore, if not by thee preferv'd,

Whofe prayers have made thy table bleft

With plenty, far above the reft.

The feafon hardly did afford

Coarfe cates unto thy neighbours board,

Yet thou hadft daintyes, as the fkie

Had only been thy volarie ;*

Or elfe the birds, fearing the fnow

Might to another deluge grow,

The pheafant, partiridge and the larke

Flew to thy houfe, as to the arke.

The wilHng oxe of himfelfe came

Home to the flaughter, with the lambe ;

And every beaft did thither bring

Himfelfe, to be an offering.

The fcalie herd more pleafure tooke,

Bath'd in thy difh than in the brooke ;

Water, earth, ayre, did all confpire

To pay their tribute to thy fire,

Whofe cherifhing flames themfelves divide

Through every roome, where they deride

The night and cold abroad ; whilft they.

Like funs, within keepe endlelTe day.

Thofe chearfull beames fend forth their light

To all that wander in the night,

And feeme to becken from aloofe

The weary pilgrim to thy roofe;

' A great Bird-cage, in which the Birds have room to fly up and
down. — D.

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Where, when refreftit, if hee'll away,'
Hee's fairly welcome ; but, if ftay,
Farre more : which he fhall hearty find
Both from the mafter and the hinde.
The ftranger's welcome each man there
Stamp'd on his chearfull brow doth weare ;
Nor doth his welcome or his cheere
Grow lefle, 'caufe he ftaies longer here.
There's none obferves (much lefle repines)
How often this man fups or dines.
Thou haft no porter at the doore
T' examine or keep back the poore ;
Nor locks, nor bolts ; thy gates have bin
Made onely to let ftrangers in ;
Untaught to fhut, they doe not feare
To ftand wide open all the yeare,
Carelefl"e who enters, for they know
Thou never didft deferve a foe ;
And as for theeves, thy bounties fuch.
They cannot fteale, thou giv'ft fo much.

Upon a Ribbon tyed about his arme
BY A Lady.''

HIS iilken wreath, that circles thus mine arme.
Is but an emblem of that myfticke charme.
Wherewith the magick of your beautie binds
My captive foule, and round about it winds

' The old printed copies read if refrejht, he will away. Tlie prefent is
the reading of Harl. MS. 6931.

^ Old printed copies (where it is headed merely TJ-pon a Ribband^; Mr.
Wyburd's MS.; Addit. MS. 11811, fol. 13 ; Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 44;
Cofens MS. B. ob]. 8° (where it is headed as above).

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Fetters of lafting love ; this hath entwin'd

My flefh alone, that hath empalde my mind.

Time may weare out thefe foft weak bands ; but thofe

Strong chaines of brafle fate fhall not difcompofe.

This holy relique may preferve my wrift.

But my whole frame doth by that power fubfift :

To that my prayers and facrifice, to this

I onely pay a fuperftitious kifle :

This but an idoll, that's the deitie :

Religion is due there, here ceremonie :

That I received by faith, this but in truft ;

Here I may tender dutie, there I muft.

This order as a layman I may beare.

But I become love's prieft when that I weare.

This moves like ayre, that as the center ftands ;

That knot your vertues tide, this but your hands ;

That Nature fram'd, but this was made by Art ;

This makes my arme your prifoner, that my heart.

Another Version.^

HIS filken wreath, which circles in myne arme,
Is but an Embleme of that miftike* charme,
Wherew* the magiq[ue] of yo' beautie binds
My captiue hart, and round' about it winds
Fetters of lafting loue ; y' doth entwyne
My flefh alone : this make[s] my foule yo' ftiryne.

' From the Cofens MS. cited above, which feemed to differ in fo many
places, and to be io early a copy of the poem, that I thought it defirable to
print both texts.

= miftake—M%. ^ runner— MS.

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Confuming age may thofe weake bonds deuide ;

But this ftrong charme noe eye fhall fee vntyed >

To y^ as to a relique, I may giue

An outward worfliipp ; but by this I liue.

My dayly facrifice and pray'rs to this :

There I but pay a fuperftitious kifTe.

That is the Idoll, this the dietie :

Religio here is due, there, ceremony :

I am to this, that's given to my truft :

Here I may pay tribute, there I muft.

That order as a layman I may beare ;

But I become Love's prieft, when this I weare,

I over this, that over me comands :

This knott yo' virtues tyes, but that yo' hands.

This Nature made, but y' was made by Art ;

This makes my arme yo"' prifoner, that my hart.

To THE King at his entrance into Saxham,
BY Master Io. Crofts.'

[R, ere you pafle this threfhold, flay,
And give your creature leave to pay
Thofe pious rites, which unto you.
As to our houfhold gods, are due.

In ftead of facrifice, each breft
Is like a flaming altar drefl:

1 Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 18-19. When it is faid that
thefe verfes were by Mr. John Crofts, the meaning is, that that gentleman
merely delivered the addrefs, as written for him by Carew.

Thomas Carew. 39

With zealous fires, which from pure hearts
Love mixt with loyaltie imparts.

Incenfe nor gold have we, yet bring
As rich and fweet an offering ;
And fuch as doth both thefe exprefTe,
Which is our humble thankfulnefle ;
By which is payd the all we owe
To gods above or men below.
The flaughter'd beafl, whofe flefh fhould feed
The hungrie flames, we for pure need
DrefTe for your fupper ; and the gore,
Which fhould be dafht on every dore.
We change into the luftie blood
Of youthfull vines, of which a flood
Shall fprightly run through all your veines,
Firfl to your health, then your faire traines.

We fhall want nothing but good fare.
To fhew your welcome and our care ;
Such rarities that come from farre.
From poore men's houfes banifht are ;
Yet wee'le exprefTe in homely cheare.
How glad we are to fee you here.
Wee'le have what foe the feafon yeelds
Out of the neighbouring woods and fields ;
For all the dainties of your board
Will only be what thofe afford ;
And, having fupt, we may perchance
Prefent you with a countrie dance.

Thus much your fervants, that beare fway
Here in your abfence, bade me fay.
And beg befides, you Id hither bring
Only the mercy of a King,
And not the greatnefie, fince they have
A thoufand faults mufl pardon crave.
But nothing that is fit to waite
Upon the glory of your ftate.

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Yet your gracious favour will.
They hope, as heretofore, fliine ftill
On their endeavours, for they fwore,
Should Jove defcend, they could no more.

Upon the Sicknesse of E. S.

Bust fhe then languifli, and we forrow thus.
And no kind god heipe her, nor pitty us ?
Is juftice fled from heaven ? can that permit
A foule deformed raviflier to fit
Upon her virgin cheek, and pull from thence
The rofe-buds in their maiden excellence ?
To fpread cold palenefle on her lips, and chafe
The frighted rubies from their native place ?
To lick up with his fearching flames a flood
Of diflblv'd corall flowing in her blood ;
And with the dampes of his infedtious breath
Print on her brow moyfl: charadlers of death ?
Muft the cleare light, 'gainft courfe of nature, ceafe
In her faire eyes, and yet the flames encreafe ?
Muft feavers fliake this goodly tree, and all
That ripened fruit from the faire branches fall.
Which princes have defir'd to tafte ? Muft flie.
Who hath preferv'd her fpotlefle chaftitie
From all folicitation, now at laft
By agues and difeafes be embraft ?
Forbid it, holy Dian ! elfe who fliall
Pay vowes, or let one graine of incenfe fall
On thy negleded altars, if thou blefl'e
No better this thy zealous votarefle ?
Hafte then, O maiden Goddefle, to her ayde ;
Let on thy quiver her pale cheeke be layd.

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And rock her fainting body in thine armes ;

Then let the God of Mufick with ftill charmes

Her reftlefle eyes in peaceful! {lumbers clofe.

And with foft ftraines fweeten her calme repofe.

Cupid, defcend ; and whilft Apollo fings.

Fanning the coole ayre with thy panting wings,

Ever fupply her with refrefhing wind ;

Let thy faire mother with her trefles bind

Her labouring temples, with whofe balmie fweat

She fhall perfume her hairie coronet,

Whofe precious drops fhall upon every fold

Hang like rich pearles about a wreath of gold ;

Her loofer locks, as they unbraded lye.

Shall fpread themfelves into a canopie.

Under whofe fhadow let her reft fecure

From chilling cold or burning calenture ;

UnlefTe ftie freeze with yce of chaft defires.

Or holy Hymen kindle nuptiall fires.

And when at laft Death comes to pierce her heart.

Convey into his hand thy golden dart.

A New-Yeares Sacrifice.
To LuciNDA. 1632.^

HOSE that can give, open their hands this day ;
Thofe that cannot, yet hold them up to pray.
That health may crowne the feafons of this yeare,
And mirth daunce round the circle ; that no teare
(Unlefle of joy) may with its brinie dew
Difcolour on your cheeke the rofie hue ;

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (from which the date is afcer-
tained; ; Harl. MS. 69 1 7, fol. I .

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That no accefle of yeares prefume t' abate
Your beauties ever-flourifhing eftate.
Such cheape and vulgar wifhes I could lay
As triviall offerings at your feet this day ;
But that it were apoftafie in me
To fend a prayer to any deitie
But your divine felfe, who have power to give
Thofe bleffings unto others fuch as live.
Like me, by the fole influence of your eyes,
Whofe faire afpedts governe our deftinies.

Such incenfe, vowes, and holy rites, as were
To the involved ferpent' of the yeare
Payd by Egyptian priefts, lay I before
Lucinda's facred fhrine, whilft I adore
Her beauteous eyes, and her pure altars drefle
With gums and fpice of humble thankful nefle.

So may my Goddefle from her heaven infpire
My frozen bofome with a Delphique fire ;
And then the world fhall, by that glorious flame.
Behold the blaze of thy immortall name.^

^ The Egyptians, in their Hieroglyphics, represented the year by a ferpent
rolled in a circular form, biting his tail, which they afterwards worftiipped :
to which the poet here alludes. This was the famous ferpent which Claudian
defcribes :

" Perpetuumq; virens fquamis, caudamq; redufto
Ore vorans, tacito religens exordia morfu." — D.

^ In the margin of Mr. Wyburd's MS., at this point, occurs in what may
not improbably be the autograph of Carew: Adbuc T. Car. A facfimile is
annexed :

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To ONE WHO WHEN I PRAIS'd MY MiSTRIs'
BEAUTIE SAID I WAS BLIND.

Song}
SONDER not though I am blind.

For you muft bee
In your eyes or in your mind

If, when you fee
Her face, you prove not blind like me.
If the powerfull beames that flye

From her eye,
And thofe amorous fweets that lye
Scatter'd in each neighbouring part,
Finde a paflage to your heart ;
Then you'le confefle your mortall fight
Too weake for fuch a glorious light ;
For if her graces you difcover.
You grow, like me, a dazel'd lover ;
But if thofe beauties you not fpy,
Then are you blinder farre than I.

To MY MiSTRIS, I BURNING IN LoVE.

Song^

BURNE and, cruell, you in vaine
Hope to quench me with difdaine ;
If from your eyes thofe fparkles came
That have kindled all this flame,

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. The prefent text has been
collated with Mr. Wyburd's MS. &c.

2 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Harl. MS. 6917. The
prefent text has been collated with the MSS.

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What bootes It me, though now you fhrowde

Thofe fierce comets in a cloude ?

Since all the flames that I have felt

Could your fnow yet never melt ;

Nor can your fnow (though you (hould take

Alpes into your bofome) flake

The heate of my enamour'd heart.

But with wonder learne loves art ;

No feas of yce can coole defire,

Equall flames mufl: quench Loves fire :

Then thinke not that my heat can dye.

Till you burne as well as I.

To HER AGAINE, SHE BURNING IN A FEAVER.

Song.^

\OW flie burnes as well as I,
Yet my heat can never dye ;

She burnes that never knew defire.

She that was yce, flie now is* fire ;

She whofe cold heart chafl;e thoughts did arme,

So as loves flames could never warme

The frozen bofome where it dwelt

She burnes, and all her beauties melt ;

She burnes, and cryes. Loves fires are milde,

Feavers are Gods, and hees a Childe :

Love, let her know the difference

'Twixt the heat of foule and fence ;

Touch her with thy flames divine.

So ftialt thou quench her fire and mine.

1 Ibid.

* Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 3. The printed editions have that was.

Thomas Carew. 4^

Upon the Kings' sicknesse."

ICKNESSE, the minifter of death, doth lay
So ftrong a feige againft our brittle clay.
As whilft it doth our weake forts fingly win.

It hopes at length to take all mankind in.

Firft, it begins upon the wombe to waite.

And doth the unborne child there uncreate ;

Then rocks the cradle where the infant lyes.

Where, e're it fully be alive, it dyes.

It never leaves fond youth, untill it have

Found or an early or a later grave.

By thoufand fubtle fleights from heedlefle man

It cuts the fhort allowance of a fpan ;

And where both fober life and art combine

To keepe it out, age makes them both refigne.

Thus by degrees it onely gain'd of late

The weake, the aged, or intemperate ;

But now the tyrant hath found out a way

By which the fober, ftrong and young decay :

Entring his royall limbes that is our head.

Through us (his miftique limbes) the paine is fpread ;

That man that doth not feele his part, hath none

In any part of his dominion ;

If he hold land, that earth is forfeited.

And he unfit on any ground to tread.

This griefe is felt at Court, where it doth move

Through every joynt, like the true foule of love.

All thofe faire ftarres, that doe attend on him,

Whence they deriv'd their light, wax pale and dim.

That ruddie morning beame of Majeftie,

Which ftiould the fun's eclipfed light fupply,

' Charles I.— D. » Old printed copies ; Mr Wyburd's MS.

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Is overcaft with mifts, and in the Hew

Of cherefull rayes fends us downe drops of dew :

That curious forme made of an earth refin'd.

At whofe bleft birth the gentle^ planets fhin'd

With faire afpedts, and fent a glorious flame

To animate fo beautifulP a frame ;

That darling of the gods and men doth weare

A cloude on's brow, and in his eye a teare :

And all the refl: (fave when his dread command

Doth bid them move) like livelefTe ftatues fland ;

So full a griefe, fo generally worne,

Shewes a good King is fick, and good men mourne.

To A Lady not yet enjoy'd by her husband.^

Song.

OME, Celia, fixe thine eyes on mine.

And through thofe cryftalls our foules flitting,
Shall a pure wreath of eye-beames twine.
Our loving hearts together knitting.
Let eaglets the bright fun furvey.
Though the blind mole difcerne not day.

When cleere Aurora leaves her mate.
The light of her gray eyes difpifing,

Yet all the world doth celebrate
With facrifice her faire up-rifing.

Let eaglets, &c.

> Bleffed—Wyhmi MS. ^ Beauteous— WyhwrA MS.

3 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. ; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 4.

Thomas Carew. 47

A Dragon kept the golden fruit.
Yet he thofe dainties never tafted ;

As others pin'd in the purfuit.

So he himfelfe with plentie wafted.

Let eaglets, &c.

The Willing Prisoner to his Mistris.

Song.

ET fooles great Cupid's yoake difdaine.
Loving their owne wild freedome better ;
Whilft, proud of my triumphant chaine,
I fit and court my beauteous fetter.

Her murdring glances, fnaring haires.
And her bewitching fmiies fo pleafe me ;

As he brings ruine, that repaires
The fweet afflidions that difeafe me.

Hide not thofe panting balls of fnow

With envious vayles from my beholding ;

Unlock thofe lips, their pearly row
In a fweet fmile of love unfolding.

And let thofe eyes, whofe motion wheeles

The reftleffe fate of every lover.
Survey the paines my ficke heart feeles,

And wounds themfelves have made difcover.

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A Flye that flew into my Mistris

HER EyE.^

JHILE this Flye liv'd, fhe us'd to play
In the bright funfliine all the day ;
_______ Till, comming neere my Celia's fight,

She found a new and unknowne light.

So full of glory, that it made

The noone-day fun a gloomy fhade ;

At laft this amorous Fly became

My rivall, and did court my flame.

She did from hand to bofome flcip,

And from her breafts, her cheeke, and lip,

Suckt all the incenfe and the fpice.

And grew a Bird of Paradife :

At laft into her eye ftie flew ;

There fcorcht in heate and drown'd in dew.

Like Phaeton, from the fun's fpheare

She fell, and with her dropt a teare.

Of which a pearle was ftraight compos'd,

Wherein her aflies lye enclos'd.

Thus flie receiv'd from Celia's eye

Funerall flame, tombe, obfequie.

' Old printed copies; Aflimole MS. 38, art. 10 (where it is called The
Amourous Fly) ; Athmole MS. 47, art. 35 ; Mr. Huth's " Scattergood " MS.
(where it is called fimply Jn Elegie on a Flie) ; Addit. MS. 1 1 8 ! I , fol. 11 ;
Harl. MS. 6931, fol, 2 (where the title is: Fppon a fly drovind in a Ladyes
eye) ; Rawl. MS. 34 (with a few trivial variations). " Cleveland has clofely
imitated this poem in one with the fame title. See Poems, ed. 1659, p.
126." — F. Haflewood collated the lines with two early MSS. but the
variations are chiefly literal or mere tranfpofitions of words.

Thomas Carew. 49

SAW fayre Celia walk alone

When feathered rayne came gently downe.

And Joue defcended from her bower

To court her in a filver fliower :

The wanton fnow flew in her breaft

Like prettye byrdes into theyr neft.

But ouercome w* whitenes thare

For greyf ytt thawd into a teare ;

Whence falling on her garments hem

To decke her freezd into a gem.'

On a Lady [Celia] singing to her Lute
IN Arundell Garden.

Song.^

ARKEj how my Celia with the choyce
Mufique of her hand and voyce
Stills the loude wind, and makes the wilde
Enraged Boare and Panther milde.

1 MS. Aflimole 38, art. 11. In Witts Recreations, 1640, it is printed
with Chloris fubflituted for Celia. In the MS. it is unfigned, and follows
immediately The Amouroufe fly. Printed in Pieces of Ancient Poetry, 18 14,
by Fry, and (under the fuppoiition that it was in Herrick's flyle) in my edit,
of that writer, 1869, ii. 485. After all, it may be Carew's.

* Old printed copies ; Aflimole MS. 36, art. 65 ; Addit. MS. n8ii, fol.
10; Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 42;. Harl. MS. 6931, fol. 27. The printed
editions have merely this heading: Song. Ceelia Singing. In the Aflimole
copy the lines are entitled : " Upon Coelia finging in y' vault at York-howfe ; "
and in Cofens MS. B. obi. 8vo. it runs : On her Jinging inf Gallery at Yorke-
boufe. In Addit. MS. 11811 and 221 18, the heading is: On a Lady
finging to her Lute in Arundell garden, as above. The internal evidence is
in favour of this being the corredl fuperfcription.

H

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Marke how thofe ftatues like men move,
Whilft men with wonder ftatues prove.
This ftifFe rock bends to worfhip her :
The idoll turnes idolater.

Now, fee how all the new infpir'd
Images with love are fir'd !
Harke how the tender marble grones.
And all the late transformed ftones
Court the faire nymph with many a teare,
Which fhe (more ftony than they were)
Beholds with unrelenting mind ;
Whilft they, amaz'd to fee combin'd
Such matchlefle beautie with difdaine.
Are turned into ftone againe.

Celia singing.

Song.

|OU that thinke love can convey
No other way
But through the eyes into the heart
His fatal! dart,
Clofe up thofe cafements, and but heare
This fyren iing ;
And on the wing
Of her fweet voyce it fhall appeare
That love can enter at the eare :

Then unvaile your eyes : behold
The curious mould

Thomas Carew. 51

Where that voyce dwels, and as we know.
When the cocks crow.
We freely may
Gaze on the day ;

So may you, when the mufiques done.

Awake and fee the rifing fun.

To One that desired to know my Mistris.^

Song.

EEKE not to know my love, for fhee
Hath vow'd her conftant faith to me ;
Her milde afpedts are mine, and thou
Shalt only find a ftormy brow ;
For if her beautie ftirre defire
In me, her kifles quench the fire ;

Or I can to Loves fountaine goe.

Or dwell upon her hills of fnow ;

But when thou burn'ft, fhe fhall not fpare

One gentle breath to coole the ayre.

Thou {halt not climbe thofe Alpes, nor fpye

Where the fweet fprings of Venus lye.

Search hidden Nature, and there find
A treafure to inrich thy mind ;
Difcover arts not yet reveal'd.
But let my Miftris live conceal'd ;
Though men by knowledge wifer grow.
Yet here 'tis wifdome not to know.

1 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is headed To a gent,
curious to know his Mris.) ; Aflim. MS. 38, art. 238.

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In the Person of a Lady to her Inconstant

Servant.^

] HEN on the altar of my hand

■^ (Bedeaw'd with many a kifle and teare)

Thy now revolted heart did ftand

An humble martyr, thou didft fweare
Thus ; (and the God of Love did heare,)
By thofe bright glances of thine eye,
Unlefle thou pitty me, I dye.

When firft thofe perjur'd lips of thine,
Bepal'd with blafting fighes, did feale

Their violated faith on mine.

From the foft bofome that did heale
Thee thou my melting heart didft fteale ;

My foule, enflam'd with thy falfe breath,

Poyfon'd with kiffes, fuckt in death.

Yet I nor hand nor lip will move.
Revenge or mercy to procure

From the offended God of Love ;
My curfe is fatall, and my pure
Love fhall beyond thy fcorne endure.

If I implore the Gods, they'le find

Thee too ingratefull, me too kind.

> Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 4 (where it is headed To
her Inconjiant friend) ; Lawes' Jyres and Dialogues, 1653, p. 9 (with the
mufic).

"Thomas Carew.

53

Truce in Love entreated.^

O more, blind God, for fee my heart
Is made thy quiver, where remaines

No voyd place for another dart ;

And, alas ! that conqueft gaines
Small praife, that only brings away
A tame and unrefifting prey.

Behold ! a nobler foe, all arm'd,
Defies thy weak artillerie.
That hath thy bow and quiver charm'd :
A rebell beautie, conquering Thee ;
If thou dar'ft equall combat try.
Wound her, for 'tis for her I dye.

To MY RlVALL.^

* »

ENCE, vaine intruder, haft away,
Wafh not with thy unhallowed brine
The footfteps of my Celia's fhrine ;
Nor on her purer altars lay
Thy empty words : accents that may
Some loofer dame to love encline ;
She muft have offerings more divine ;

1 Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 4 verfo.

' Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS, (firft four lines only); Harl.
MS. 6917, fol. 4 iierfo. There is an imitation in Holborn-Drolkry, 1673,
P- 33-

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Such pearlie drops, as youthfull May
Scatters before the rifing day ;

Such fraooth foft language, as each line
Might ftroake' an angry God, or ftay

Jove's thunder, make the hearers pine
With envie ; doe this, thou fhalt be
Servant to her, rivall to me.

BoLDNESSE IN LoVE.^

ARKE how the bafbfuU morne in vaine
Court[e]s the amorous Marigold
With fighing blafts and weeping raine ;
Yet fhe refufes to unfold.
But when the planet of the day
Approacheth with his powerfull ray.
Then fhe fpreads, then (he receives
His warmer beames into her virgin leaves.

So fhalt thou thrive in love, fond boy ;
If thy teares and fighes difcover
Thy griefe, thou never fhalt enjoy
Thejufl reward of a bold lover.
But when with moving accents thou
Shalt conflant faith and fervice vow.
Thy Celia fhall receive thofe charmes
With open eares and with unfolded armes.

' An ancient word for pacify. — D.

^ Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is headed The
Marygold).

Compare with this little piece the Sunflower and the Ivy in Langhorne's
Fables of Flora, wherein he feems to have imitated it. — F. But this refem-
blance is pointed out in edit. 1772.

Thomas Carew. 5^

A Pastorall Dialogue.^

Celia. Cleon.

S Celia refted in the fhade
With Cleon by her fide ;
The fwaine thus courted the yong mayd.
And thus the nymph replide :

CI. Sweet ! let thy captive fetters weare

Made of thine armes and hands,
Till fuch, as thraldome fcorne or feare,

Envie thofe happy bands.

Ce. Then thus my willing armes I winde

About thee, and am fo
Thy prif 'ner ; for myfelfe I bind,

Untill I let thee goe.

CI. Happy that flave whom the faire foe

Tyes in fo foft a chaine.
Ce. Farre happier I, but that I know

Thou wilt breake loofe againe.

CI. By thy immortall beauties, never !

Ce. Fraile as thy love 's thine oath.
CI. Though beautie fade, my love lafts ever.

Ce. Time will deftroy them both.

1 Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 5; Lawes' Jyres and Dia-
logues, 1653, p. 5 (with the mufic).

That the reader may not be furprifed at our author's having entitled this
piece a Paftoral Dialogue, in which we do not find even the moft diftant
allulion drawn from paftoral life, it may be neceiTary to inform him, that it
was a prevailing cuftom in our author's time to ftyle almoft every poetical dia-
logue, of which Love was the fubjeft, paftoral. Moft of the wits of Charles's
court left propriety to be ftudied by the following age. — D.

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CI. I dote not on that fnow-white flcin.

Ce. What then ? CI. Thy purer mind.
Ce. It lov'd too foone. CI. Thou hadfl: not bin

So faire, if not fo kind.

Ce. Oh, ftrange vaine fancie ! CI. But yet true.

Ce. Prove it. CI. Then make a brade
Of thofe loofe flames that circle you.

My funnes, and yet your fhade,

Ce. 'Tis done. CI. Now give it me. Ce. Thus thou

Shalt thine owne errour find ;
If thefe were beauties, I am now

LefTe faire, becaufe more kind.

CI. You fhall confefle you erre ; that haire

Shall it not change the hue,
Or leave the golden mountaine bare ?

Ce. Aye me ! it is too true.

CI. But this fmall wreathe ftiall ever flay

In its firfl; native prime,
And fmiling when the reft decay.

The triumph fing of time.

Ce. Then let me cut from thy faire grove

One branch, and let that be
An embleme of eternal! love ;

For fuch is mine to thee.

Both. Thus are we both redeem'd from time ;

CI. I by thy grace. Ce. And I
Shall live in thy immortal] rime,

Untill the Mufes dye.

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CI. By heaven! Ce. Sweare not; if I muft weepe,

Jove fhall not fmile at me ;
This kifle, my heart, and thy faith keepe.

CI. This breathes my foule to thee.

Then forth the thicket Thirfis rufht.

Where he faw all the play :
The fwaine flood ftill, and fmil'd, and bluflit ;

The nymph fled faft away.

Griefe ingrost.

jHEREFORE doe thy fad numbers flow
So full of woe ?

Why doft thou melt in fuch foft ftraines,
Whilfl: ftie difdaines ?

If flie muft ftill denie,

Weepe not, but dye ;

And in thy funeral! fire.

Shall all her fame expire.
Thus both fhall perifh ; and as thou on thy hearfe
Shall want her teares, fo fhe fhall want thy verfe.

Repine not then at thy bleft ftate ;

Thou art above thy fate.

But my faire Celia will not give

Long enough to make me live ;

Nor yet dart from her eye

Scorne enough to make me dye.
Then let me weepe alone, till her kind breath.
Or blow my teares away, or fpeake my death.'

' Compare p. 7 fupra, where an imperfed: copy of thefe lines has been
given from a MS.

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A Pastorall Dialogue.*

SHEPHERD. NYMPH. CHORUS.

Shepherd.

HIS moflie bank they preft. iVy. That aged oak
Did canopie the happy payre
„ All night from the danke ayre.
Here let us fit, and fing the words they fpoke.
Till the day breaking their embraces broke.

She'p.
See, Love, the blufhes of the morne appeare.

And now fhe hangs her pearlie ftore

(Robb'd from the Eafterne (hore,)
I'th' cowflips bell, and rofes rare :
Sweet, I muft ftay no longer here.

Nymph.
Thofe ftreakes of doubtfull light ufher not day,

But fhew my funne muft fet ; no moone

Shall ihine till thou returne ;
The yellow planet and the gray
Dawne fhall attend thee on thy way.*

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (begins imperfeftly) ; Harl.
MS. 6917, fol. 6.

" This Paftoral Dialogue feems to be entirely an imitation of the fcene
between Romeo and Juliet, a£t iii. fc. 7. The time, the perfons, \.\icfentiments,
the exprejjtons , are the fame : —

' Jul. Your light is not day-light, I know it well ;
It is fome meteor, &c.

To light you on your way to Mantua.' " — D.
Mr. Fry alfo remarked this parallelifm, without being aware, it feems, that
he had been foreftalled.

- Todd has already, in his excellent edition of Milton, remarked the
fimilarity between thefe two lines and Par. Loft, B. vii. v. 370.— F.

Thomas Carew. 59

Shep.

If thine eyes guild my pathes, they may forbeare
Their ufelefTe fhine. Nymph. My teares will quite
Extinguifh their faint light.

Shep. Thofe drops will make their beames more cleare,

Love's flames will fhine in every teare.

Cho.

They kifl:, and wept/ and from their lips and eyes,

In a mixt dew of brinie fweat.

Their joyes and forrowes meet ;
But fhe cryes out. Nymph. Shepherd, arife.
The fun betrayes us elfe to fpies,

Shep.

The winged houres flye faft whilft we embrace.

But when we want their help to meet.

They move with leaden feet.
Nym. Then let us pinion Time, and chafe
The day for ever from this place.

Shep.

Harke ! Ny. Aye me ! ftay. Shep. For iever ? Ny. No, arife.
Wee muft be gone. Shep. My neft of fpice.
Nymph. My foule. Shep. My Paradife.
Cho. Neither could fay farewell, but through their eyes
Griefe interrupted fpeach with teares fupplyes.

' wept and /tz/?— Wyburd MS.

^ It is impoffible to pafs over thefe three lines with inattention. The
delicacy of the thought is equalled only by the fimplicity of the defcription.
Thofe foft fenfations, which arife in lovers, when their joys and forrows meet,
as a man of genius only can delcribe them, fo a man of tafte only can conceive
them. — D.

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Red and White Roses.'

|EADE in thefe Rofes the fad ftory
Of my hard fate and your owne glory ;
In the White you may difcover

The palenefle of a fainting lover ;

In the Red, the flames ftill feeding

On my heart with frefh wounds bleeding.

The White will tell you how I languifli.

And the Red exprefle my anguifh ;

The White my innocence difplaying,

The Red my martyrdome betraying.

The frownes that on your brow refided

Have thofe rofes thus divided.

Oh ! let your fmiles but cleare the weather.

And then they both fhall grow together.

To MY Cousin C. R. marrying my Lady A.^

|APPY youth, that Ihalt poflefl"e
Such a fpring-tyde of delight.
As the fated appetite
Shall, enjoying fuch excefle,
Wifh the flood of pleafure lefle ;

When the Hymeneall rite
Is perform'd, invoke the night.

' A learned friend has informed me that this is an imitation of Bone-
fonius. — F.

^ Old printed copies ; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 6 verfo and 7 reBo (where it
is headed merely To my Cozen on his marriage). Lady A. is forfan Lady
Altham.

Thomas Carew. 6i

That it may in fhadowes drefle
Thy too reall happinefle ;

Elfe (as Semele)' the bright

Deitie in her full might
May thy feeble foule opprefle.

Strong perfumes and glaring light

Oft deftroy both fmell and fight.

A Lover upon an Accident necessitating his

DEPARTURE CONSULTS WITH REASON.*

Lover.

lEEPE not, nor backward turne your beames,
Fond eyes : fad fighes, locke in your breath.
Left on this wind or in thofe ftreames
My griev'd foule flye, or fayle to death :
Fortune deftroys me if I ftay,
Love kills me if I goe away ;
Since Love and Fortune both are blind.
Come, Reafon, and refolve my doubtfull mind.

Reajon.

Flye, and blind Fortune be thy guide,

And 'gainft the blinder God rebell.
Thy love-fick heart ftiall not refide

Where fcorne and felfe-will'd error dwell ;

1 When Jupiter defcended from heaven to Semele, fhe was dazzled and
overpowered by the fplendour of his divinity. — D.

" Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. ; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 19 ;
Lawes' Ayres and Dialogues, 1655, p. 30 (with the mulic). Lawes calls it
A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reafon.

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Where entrance unto Truth is barr'd ;
Where Love and Faith find no reward ;
For my juft hand may fometime move
The wheele of Fortune, not the fpheare of Love,
Flye, &c.

Parting, Celia weepes.'

•

EEPE not, my deare, for I fhall goe
Loaden enough with mine owne woe ;

Adde not thy heavinefle to mine ;

Since fate our pleafures muft disjoyne,

Why fhould our forrowes meet ? if I

Muft goe, and lofe thy company,

I wifh not theirs ; it fhall relieve

My griefe, to thinke thou doft not grieve.

Yet grieve, and weepe, that I may beare

Every figh and every teare

Away with me, fo ftiall thy breft

And eyes difcharg'd enjoy their reft :

And it will glad my heart to fee,

Thou art thus loath to part with me.

A Rapture.*

WILL enjoy thee now, my Celia, come
And flye with me to loves Elizium ;

The gyant Honour, that Iceepes cowards out.

Is but a mafquer, and the fervile rout

' Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 19.

^ Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6057, folios 1-4; Alhmole MS. 36,
art. 197 ; Alhmole MS. 38, art. 82 ; Cofens MS. B. obi. 8vo.

In Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1655, p. 125, a poem with a fimilar
title occurs anonymoully. It commences : —

'Thomas Carew. 63

Of bafer fubjedts onely bend in vaine

To the vaft idoll, whilft the nobler traine

Of valiant lovers daily fayle betweene

The huge ColoflVs legs, and pafle unfeene

Unto the blifsful fhore ; be bold and wife.

And we fhall enter ; the grim Swifle denies

Only tame fooles a paflage, that not know

He is but forme, and onely frights in fhow.

Lett thy dull eyes that looke from farre, draw neere,

And thou fhalt fcorne what we were wont to feare.

We fhall fee how the ftalking pageant goes

With borrowed legs, a heavie load to thofe

That made, and beare him ; not, as we once thought.

The feed of Gods, but a weake modell wrought

By greedy men, that feeke t' enclofe the common.

And within private armes empale free woman.

Come, then, and mounted on the wings of love
Wee'le cut the fleeting ayre, and foare above
The monflier's head, and in the nobleft feate
Of thofe blefl fhades quench and renew our heate.
There fhall the Queens of Love and Innocence,
Beautie and Nature, banifh all offence
From our clofe twinings ; there I will behold
Thy bared fnow and thy unbraided gold ;
There my enfranchiz'd hand on every fide
Shall o're thy naked polifh'd ivory flide.

" Solicit not my chafter eyes " —
This poem contains loofer fentiments than any other part of Carew's
works. The chaftity which generally charaflerizes our poet's mufe induces
us therefore to believe, that it was written rather to prove his abilities than to
pleafe his heart. It might have been the child of one of thofe poetical
dreams, when poets fancy much more than they ever felt; and, indeed, the
title he has given to it feems to imply, that it was written when the fancy had
got the ftart of the judgment. — D. The MSS. vary a good deal, but not for the
better, from the printed copies.

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No curtaine, though of mofte tranfparent lawne,

Shall be before thy virgin-treafure drawne ;

But the rich mine, to the enquiring eye

Expos'd, fhall ready ftill for mintage lye,

And we will coyne young Cupids. There a bed

Of rofes and frefh myrtles fhall be fpread

Under the cooler fhade of cyprefle groves ;

Our pillowes, of the downe of Venus doves,

Whereon our panting limmes wee'le gently lay

In the faint refpites of our aftive play ;

That fo our flumbers may in dreams have leifure

To tell the nimble fancie our paft pleafure ;

And fo our foules that cannot be embrac'd.

Shall the embraces of our bodyes tafte.

Meanwhile the babbling ftreame fhall court the fhore ;

Th' enamour'd chirping wood-quire fhall adore

In varied tunes the Deitie of Love ;

The gentle blafls of wefterne wind fhall move

The trembling leaves, and through their clofe boughs breath

Still mufick, whilfl we refl ourfelves beneath

Their dancing fhade ; till a foft murmur, fent

From foules entranc'd in amorous languifhment,

Rouze us, and fhoot into our veines frefh fire.

Till we in their fweet extafie expire.

Then, as the empty bee, that lately bore
Into the common treafure all her flore,
Flyes 'bout the painted fields with nimble wing,
Defiowring the frefh virgins of the fpring —
So will I rifle all the fweets that dwell
In thie delicious paradife, and fwell
My bagge with honey, drawne forth by the power
Of fervent kifTes from each fpicie flower,
rie feize the rofe-buds in their perfum'd bed.
The violet knots, like curious mazes fpread
O're all the garden ; tafle the rip'ned cherry.
The warme firme apple, tipt with corall berry ;

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Then will I vifit with a wand'ring kifle
The vale of lillies and the bower of bllfle ;
And where the beauteous region doth divide
Into two milkie wayes, my lips fhall Aide
Downe thofe fmooth allies, wearing as they goe
A tracke for lovers on the printed fnow ;
Thence climbing o're the fwelling Appenine,
Retire into the grove of eglantine ;
Where I will all thofe ravifht fweets diftill
Through loves alimbique, and with chimmique fkill
From the mixt mafle one foveraigne balme derive,
Then bring the great Elixir to thy hive.

Now in more fubtile wreathes I will entwine
My finowie thighes, my legs and armes, with thine ;
Thou like a fea of milke fhall lye difplay'd,
Whilft I the fmooth calme ocean invade
With fuch a tempeft, as when Jove of old
Fell downe on Danae in a ftorme of gold ;
Yet my tall pine fhall in the Cyprian ftraight
Ride fafe at anchor, and unlade her fraight ;
My rudder with thy bold hand, like a tryde
And IkilfuU pilot, thou fhalt fteere, and guide
My bark into Loves channell, where it fhall
Dance, as the bounding waves doe rife or fall.
Then fhall thy circling armes embrace and clip
My naked bodie, and thy balmie lip
Bathe me in juyce of kifTes, whofe perfume
Like a religious incenfe fhall confume.
And fend up holy vapours to thofe powers
That bleffe our loves, and crowne our happy howers.
That with fuch halcion calmenefTe fix our foules
In fledfafl peace, that no affright controules.
There no rude founds fhake us with fudden ftarts ;
No jealous eares, when we unrip our hearts,
Sucke our difcourfe in ; no obferving fpies
This blufh, that glance traduce ; no envious eyes

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Watch our clofe meetings j nor are we betray 'd
To rivals by the bribed chambermaid.
No wedlock bonds untwift our wreathed loves ;
We feeke no midnight arbors nor darke groves
To hide our kifles ; there the hated name
Of hufband, wife : chaft, modeft : luft and fhame :
Are vaine and empty words, whofe very found
Was never heard in the Elizian ground.
All things are lawfull there that may delight
Nature or unreftrained appetite ;
Like and enjoy, the will and ad is one ;
We only finne when Loves rites are not done.
The Roman Lucrece there reads the divine
Leftures of Love's great mafter Aretine,
And knowes as well as Lais how to move
Her plyant body in the ad of love.
To quench the burning ravifher, fhe hurles
Her limbs into a thoufand winding curies.
And ftudies artfuU poftures, fuch as be
Carv'd on the barke of every neighbouring tree
By learned hands, that fo adorn'd the rinde
Of thofe faire plants which, as they lay entwinde,
Have fann'd their glowing fires. The Grecian dame.
That in her endleffe webb toyl'd for a name
As fruitlefTe as her worke, doth now difplay
Herfelfe before the Youth of Ithaca,
And th' amorous fport of gamefome nights prefer
Before dull dreames of the loft traveller.
Daphne hath broke her barke, and that fwift foot,
which th' angry Gods had faft'ned with a root
To the fixt earth, doth now unfetter'd run
To meet th' embraces of the youthfull Sun ;
She hangs upon him, like his Delphique lyre :
Her kifles blow the old, and breath new, fire ;
Full of her God, fhe fings infpired layes.
Sweet odes of love, fuch as deferve the bayes.

Thomas Carew. 67

Which flie herfelfe was. Next her, Laura lyes
In Petrarch's learned armes, drying thofe eyes
That did in fuch fweet fmooth-pac'd numbers flow,
As made the world enamour'd of his woe.
Thefe, and ten thoufand beauties more, that dy'de
Slave to the tyrant, now enlarg'd deride
His cancell'd lawes, and for their time mifpent
Pay into Love's Exchequer double rent.

Come then, my Celia, wee'le no more forbeare
To tafte our joyes, fl:ruck. with a pannique feare,
But will depofe from his imperious fway
This proud ufurper, and walke free as they.
With necks unyoak'd ; nor is it jufl: that hee
Should fetter your foft fex with chaftitie.
Which Nature made unapt for abftinence ;
When yet this falfe impoftor can difpence
With humane juflice and with facred right.
And (maugre both their lawes) command me fight
With rivals and with emulous loves, that dare
Equall with thine their mifl:reffe eyes or haire.
If thou complain'fl: of wrong, and call my fword
To carve out thy revenge, upon that word
He bids me fight and kill, or elfe he brands
With markes of infamie my coward hands :
And yet religion bids from blood-fhed flye.
And damns me for that adt. Then tell me why
This goblin Honour, which the world adores.
Should make men atheifts, and not women whores.

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Ode.'

HILLIS, though thy powerful! charms
Have forced me from my Celia's armes,

A fure defence againft all powers

But thofe refiftlefs eyes of yours,
Think not your conqueft to maintaine
By rigour or unjuft difdaine ;
In vaine, faire nimph, in vaine you ftrive.
For love doth feldome hope furvive.

The Mournfull Partynge of two Lovers
caused by the disproportion of estates.^

Y once deare loue, haplefTe that I no more
Muft call the[e] foe, the rich afFeftion's ftore
That fedd our hopes lies nowe exhauft & fpent.
Like foines of treafure vnto banquerovts lent.
Wee that didd nothing ftuddy but the way
To loue each other : with which thoughts the day
Rofe with delights to vs, and with them fett.
Muft learne the hatefuU art howe to forgett.
Wee, that did nothing wifh that heauen might giue
Beyond ourfelves, nor did defire to live
Beyond that night : all theis nowe cancell muft,
As is not writt in faith, but woords & duft.
But witnefTe thofe cleere vowes which lovers make :
Witnefle the chaft defires that never breake
Into vnrulie heates : witnes that breaft

* Aftimole MS. 36, art. 198. Not in the editions. In the MS. cited it
immediately fucceeds The Rapture.

^ Had. MS. 6057, fol. 6 zierfo and 7 reSlo. Not in the editions. The
lines are fubfcribed T. Car. by the copyift. The text has been given with
fcrupulous accuracy, but it is by no means free from obfcurities.

Thomas Carew. 69

Which in thy bofome anchorde his whole neft,

Tis noe defaulte in vs ; I dare acquite

Thy maiden faith, thy purpofe faire & white

As thy pure felfe. Clofe planetts did confpire

Our fweete felicity and harts defire

Fafter then vowes could binde, fo that the ftarre

(When lovers meete) (hould ftande oppos'd in warre.

Since then fome higher deftinies coinand,

Lett vs not ftirre or labour to withftand

What is paft helpe : the longeft date of grefe

Can never yeild a hope of our releife.

And though we wafte our felves in moift laments,

Teares may drown vs, but not our difcontents.

Fould back our armes, take honnors fruitlefTe loues

That muft newe fortunes trie ; like turtle-doues

Diflodged from their haunt, wee muft in teares

Vnwinde our loues knitt vpp in many yeares.

In this lafte kifle I heere furrender thee

Backe to thy felfe. Loe, thou againe art free :

Thou in another, fad as that, refign'd

The trueft harte that lover ere did bind.

Nowe turne from each foe farr our feverd hartes.

As the divorft foule from the bodie partes.

A Health to his Mistresse.'

O her, whofe beauty doth excell
Stories, wee tofle theis cupps, and fill
Sobrietie, a facrifice
To the bright luftre of her eyes.
Each foule that fipps this is divine :
Her beauty deifies the wine.

1 Harl. MS. 6057, fol. 7 verjo. Not in the editions. Subfcribed Th.
Car. In Wits Interpreter, by John Cotgrave, 1655, p. 42, it occurs
anbnymoully. The Harl. MS. calls it a Charme for my miftrejfe.

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Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers.

HE Lady Mary Villers lyes
Under this ftone ; with weeping eyes
The parents that firft gave her birth,
And their fad friends, lay'd her in earth.
If any of them, reader, were
Knowne unto thee, ftied a teare ;
Or if thyfelfe poflefle a gemme.
As deare to thee, as this to them ;
Though a ftranger to this place,
Bewayle in theirs thine owne hard cafe ;
For thou, perhaps, at thy returne
Mayeft find thy darling in an urne.

Another.

HE pureft foule that e're was fent

Into a clayie tenement

Inform'd this dufl; ; but the weake mould
Could the great gueft no longer hold ;
The fubftance was too pure, the frame
Too glorious that thither came ;
Ten thoufand Cupids brought along
A Grace on each wing, that did throng
For place there, till they all oppreft
The feat in which they fought to reft ;
So the faire modell broke for want
Of roome to lodge th' Inhabitant.

' Old printed copies ; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 20.

TTiomas Carew.

Another.^

HIS little vault, this narrow roome.
Of love and beautie is the tombe ;
The dawning beame, that 'gan to cleare

Our clouded ikie, lyes dark'ned here.

For ever fet to us ; by death

Sent to inflame the world beneath.^

'Twas but a bud, yet did containe

More fweetnefle than fhall fpring againe ;

A budding flarre, that might have growne

Into a fun, when it had blowne.

This hopefull beautie did create

New life in love's declining ftate ;

But now his empire ends, and we

From fire and wounding darts are free ;

His brand, his bow, let no man feare :

The flames, the arrowes, all lye here.

Epitaph on Lady S[alter] wife to Sir W.
S[alter].^

HE harmony of colours, features, grace,
Refulting ayres (the magicke of a face)

Of muficall fweet tunes, all which combin'd

To crown one foveraigne beauty, lies confin'd
To this darke vault. Shee was a cabinet
Where all the choyfefl; ftones of price were fet :

1

Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 20-1.

^ Politenefs, as well as charity, muft incline us to believe, that the bard
alludes in this expreffion to the heathen mythology, and that by the words
"world beneath" he meant the Elyfium of the Ancients. — D.

^ Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where the heading, by a
blunder of the tranfcriber, is Jn Epitaph on the Lady P falter) i Harl. MS.
6917, fol. 20 (where it is headed merely An Epitaph on a Lady).

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Whofe native colours and pure luftre lent
Her eye, cheek, lip, a dazling ornament ;
Whofe rare and hidden vertues did exprefle
Her inward beauties and mind's fairer drefle.
The conftant diamond, the wife chryfolite,
The devout faphyre, emrauld apt to write
Records of memory, cheerefuU agat, grave
And ferious onyx, topas, that doth fave
The braine's calme temper, witty amathift :
This precious quarrie, or what elfe the lift
On Aaron's ephod planted had, ftiee wore ;
One only pearle was wanting to her ftore.
Which in her Saviour's book flie found expreft ;
To purchafe that flie fold Death all the reft.

The Inscription on the Tombe of the
Lady Mary Wentworth.

MARIA WENTWORTH ILLUSTRISSIMI THOM^ COMITIS CLEVELAND FILIA PR-ffi

MORTU^ PRIMA ANIMAM VIRGINEAM EXHALAUT : JANU :

ANNO DOMINI 1632. ^TATIS SU^ 1 8.'

OE here the precious duft is layd,
Whofe purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine, that it the gueft betray'd.

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (by which the heading has
been correfted and completed) ; Harl. MS. 69 1 7, fol. 20. " She was the eldeft
daughter of Sir Thomas Wentworth (fourth Lady Wentworth), who was
afterwards (7 Feb. 1625-6) raifed to the title of Cleveland, and to feveral
important dignities in the State, by the intereft of Archbiftiop Laud." — D.

Thomas Carew. 73

Elfe the foule grew fo faft within.
It broke the outward fliell of finne.
And fo was hatch'd a cherubin.

In height, it foar'd to God above ;
In depth, it did to knowledge move,
And fpread in breadth to generall love.

Before a pious duty Ibin'd
To parents, courtefie behind :
On either fide an equall mind.

Good to the poore, to kindred deare,
To fervants kind, to friendfhip cleare,
To nothing but her felfe fevere.

So though a virgin, yet a bride
To every grace, fhe juftifi'd
A chafte poligamie, and dy'd.

Learne from hence, reader, what fmall truft
We owe this world, where vertue muft,
Fraile as our flefli, crumble to dufl:.

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The Inscription on the Tombe of the
Duke of Buckingham.

BEATISSIMIS MAKIBUS CHARISSIMI VIRI ILLUSTRISSIMA
CONIUX MOERENS SIC PARENTAVIT.'

iHEN in the brazen leaves of fame
The life, the death, of Buckingham
Shall be recorded, if truth's hand
Incize the ftory of our land,
Pofteritie fhall fee a faire
Strufture, by the ftudious care
Of two kings rayfd, that did no lefTe
Their wifdom than their power exprefle.
By blinded zeale (whofe doubtfull light
Made murder's fcarlet robe feeme white :
Whofe vain-deluding phantomes charm'd
A cloudy fullen foule, and arm'd
A defperate hand, thirftie of blood.)
Torne from the faire earth where it flood.
So the majeftique fabrique fell.
His adions let our Annals tell ;
Wee write no Chronicle ; this pile
Weares onely forrowe's face and flile,

^ Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (from which the heading has
been adopted); Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 20-1 (where the lines are fimply
entitled : On the Duke of Buckingham). " This was George Villiers, the firft
Duke of. Buckingham, who was introduced . to the court of James I. as his
favourite ; and afterwards, in the reign of Charles I., afcended to the higheft
dignities. He was the admiration and terror of his time." — D.

Thomas Carew. y^

Which even the envie that did waite

Upon his flourifhing eftate,

Turn'd to foft pitty of his death.

Now payes his hearfe ; but that cheape breath

Shall not blow here, nor th' unpure brine

Puddle thofe ftreames that bathe this flirine.

Thefe are the pious obfequies,
Drop'd from his chaft wife's pregnant eyes
In frequent fhowres, and were alone
By her congealing fighes made ftone,
On which the carver did beftow
Thefe formes and charafters of woe ;
So he the fafhion onely lent,
Whilft flie wept all the monument.'

The other Inscription on the same Tombe."

SISTE HOSPES, SIVE INDIGENA, SIVE ADVENA, VICISSITUDINIS
RERUM MEMOR, PAUCA PELLEGE.

^ EADER, when thefe dumbe ftones have told
I In borrowed fpeach what gueft they hold,
' Thou fhalt confefTe the vaine purfuit
Of humane glory yeelds no fruit,
But an untimely grave. If Fate
Could conftant happinefle create,

• This little poem is not dettitute of fome pathetic touches, expreffive of
the illuftrious lady's grief, who is fuppofed to utter them ; but the eight con-
cluding lines, inftead of being the mournful monody of a widow, degrade it
into the wretched conceit of a poetafter. But this was the fuftian of the
times. — D.

* Vbifupr. The heading in Mr. Wyburd's MS., omits the word pauca,
and the poem is a mere fragment there. In Harl. MS. 6917, fol. zi, the
heading is merely : An Epitaph on the Duke of Buckingham.

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Her minifters, fortune and worth
Had here that myracle brought forth ;
They fix'd this child of honour where
No roome was left for hope or feare.
Of more or lefTe ; fo high, fo great
His growth was, yet fo fafe his feate.
Safe in the circle of his friends ;
Safe in his loyall heart and ends ;
Safe in his native valiant fpirit ;
By favour fafe, and fafe by merit ;
Safe by the ftampe of Nature, which
Did ftrength with Ihape and grace enrich ;
Safe in the cheerefuU curtefies
Of flowing geftures, fpeach and eyes ;
Safe in his bounties, which were more
Proportion'd to his mind than flore.
Yet, though for vertue he becomes
Involv'd himfelfe in borrowed fummes.
Safe in his care, he leaves betray 'd
No friend engag'd, no debt unpay'd.

But though the ftarres confpire to fhower
Upon one head th' united power
Of all their graces, if their dire
Afpefts mufl: other brefts infpire
With vicious thoughts, a murderer's knife
May cut (as here) their darlings life.
Who can be happy then, if Nature muft.
To make one happy man, make all men jufl: ?

Thomas Carew. 77

FouRE Songs, by way of Chorus to a Play,

At an Entertainment of the King and Queene, by
MY Lord Chamberlaine :

The First of Jealousie. Dialogue.'

^ejiion.

ROM whence was firft this furie hurl'd.
This Jealoufie into the world ?

Came ihe from hell ? jins. No, there doth raigne

Eternall hatred, with difdaine ;

But fhe the daughter is of Love,

Sifter of Beauty, Reply. Then above

She muft derive from the third fpheare

Her heavenly offspring, ^ns. Neither there.

^ Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS (where it is merely headed A
chorus of iealoujie) ; Harl. MS. 6917 (where this and the other three Songs
which follow occur, with a general title as above and in the old edits.).
" Thefe entertainments were frequent in Charles's court, and had always
attached to them a mufical interlude or fome fumptuous piece of pageantry.
On one of thefe occafions the prefent Songs were compofed . They are written
in imitation of the ancient manner." — D. Mr. Yeowell writing in Notes and
^eries, (2nd Series, vi. 52) remarks : " This fong is in [Thomas] Killi-
grew's tragi-comedy Cicilia and Clorinda, part ii. [written abroad in 1651],
aft V. fc. 2. Immediately after the fong is the following note by Killigrew :
' This chorus was written by Mr. Thomas Carew, cupbearer to Charles I.,
and fung in a mafque at Whitehall, anno 1633. And I prefume to make ufe
of it here, becaufe in the firft defign, 'twas writ at my requeft upon a difpute
held betwixt miftres Cecilia Crofts and myfelf, where he was prefent; fhe
being then maid of honour. This I have fet down, left any man fliould believe
me fo foolifli as to fteal fuch a poem from fo famous an author ; or fo vain as
to pretend to the making of it myfelf: and thofe that are not fatisfied with this
apology, and this fong in this place, I am always ready to give them a verfe
of my own. Written by Thomas Killigrew, refident for Charles II. in
Venice, 165 1.'"

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From thofe immortall flames, could fhee
Draw her cold frozen pedigree.

^eft. If not in' heaven nor hell, where then
Has fhe her birth ? Ans. I' th' hearts of men ;
Beauty and Feare did her create.
Younger than Love, elder than Hate,
Sifter to both, by Beauties fide
To Love, by Feare to Hate, ally'de ;
Defpayre her ifllie is, whofe race
Of fruitfull mifchiefes drownes the fpace
Of the wide earth in a fwolne flood
Of wrath, revenge, fpight, rage and blood.

^es. Ah how can fuch a fpurious line
Proceed from parents fo divine ?

Ans. As ftreames, which from their cryftall fpring
Doe fweet and cleare their waters bring,
Yet, mingling with the brackifh maine,
Nor tafte nor colour they retaine.

^es. Yet rivers 'twixt their own bankes flow
Still frefh ; can jealoufie doe fo ?

Ans. Yes, whilft fhee keepes the ftedfaft ground
Of Hope and Feare, her equall bound,
Hope fprung from favour, worth, or chance.
Towards the faire objedt doth advance ;
Whilft Feare, as watchfuU fentinell.
Doth the invading foe repel I ;
And Jealoufie thus mixt doth prove
The feafon and the fait of love ;
But when Feare takes a larger fcope,
Stifling the child of Reafon, Hope,
Then fitting on the' ufurped throne.
She like a tyrant rules alone.
As the wilde ocean unconfin'de.
And raging as the northern winde,

• Ed. 1640, and Harl. US,.— from.

'Thomas Carew. 79

II. Feminine Honour.^

IN what efteeme did the Gods hold

Faire Innocence and the chafte bed,

When fandall'd vertue might be bold

Bare-foot upon Iharpe cultures fpread
O're burning coles to march, yet feele
Nor fcorching fire, nor piercing fteele ? *

Why, when the hard edg'd iron did turne

Soft as a bed of rofes blowne,
When cruell flames forgot to burne

Their chaflie pure limbes, fliould man alone
'Gainft female innocence confpire,
Harder than fl:eele, fiercer than fire ?

Oh haplefl'e fex ! Unequall fway

Of partiall honour ! Who may know

Rebels from fubjeds that obey.
When malice can on veflials throw

Difgrace, and fame fixe high repute

On the clofe fliamelefle profl:itute ?

Vaine honour ! thou art but difguife,

A cheating voyce, a jugling art ;
No judge of vertue, whofe pure eyes

Court her owne image in the heart.
More pleaf'd with her true figure there,
Than her falfe eccho in the eare.

1 Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is headed : Off email
honour betraid); Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 21.

^ This alludes to the ancient Ordeal by Fire, a method by which accufed
perfons undertook to prove their Innocence, by walking blindfold and bare-
foot over nine red-hot Ploughlhares or Pieces of Iron, placed at unequal dif-
tances. This barbarous cuftom began before the Conqueft, and continued till
the time of Henry III. — D.

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III. Separation of Lovers.^

TOP the chafed bore, or play
With the lyon's paw, yet feare

From the lover's fide to teare

Th' idoll of his foule away.

Though love enter by" the fight
To the heart, it doth not flye
From the mind, when from the eye

The faire objects take their flight.

But fince want provokes defire,
When we lofe what wee before
Have enjoy'd, as we want more.

So is love more fet on fire.

Love doth with an hungrie eye
Glut on beautie, and you may
Safer fnatch the tyger's prey.

Than his vitall food deny.

Yet though abfence for a fpace

Sharpen the keene appetite.

Long continuance doth quite
All love's charafters efface.

For the fenfe, not fed, denies
Nourifhment unto the minde
Which with expectation pinde.

Love of a confumption dyes.

Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 2z.

Thomas Carew. 8i

IV, Incommunicabilitie of Love.'

lY what power was love confinde

To one objed ? Who can binde.
Or fix a limit to the free-borne minde ?

Ans. Nature ; for as bodyes may
Move at once but in one way.
So nor can mindes to more than one love ftray.

Reply. Yet I feele a double fmart.

Love's twinn'd- flame, his forked dart.
Ans. Then hath wilde lufl:, not love, pofTefl: thy heart.

^a. Whence fprings love ? Ans. From beauty. ^«. Why

Should th' efFedt not multiply
As fafl: i' th' heart, as doth the caufe i' th' eye ?

Ans. When two beauties equall are,

Senfe preferring neither fayre,
Defire fl:ands fl;ill, diftraded 'twixt the paire.

So in equall diftance lay
Two fayre lambes in the Wolfe's way ;
The hungry beafl; will flerve e're chufe his prey.

But where one is chiefe, the reft
Ceafe, and that's alone polTeft,
Without a rivall, monarch of the breaft.

1 Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS.; Had. MS. 6917, fol. 23.

M

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Other Songs in the Play.
I. A Lover, in the Disguise of an Amazon, is dearly

BELOVED of HIS MlSTRESSE.^

EASE, thou affliaed foule, to mourne,
Whofe love and faith are paid with fcorne ;
For I am ftarv'd that feele the blifles
Of deare embraces, fmiles, and kifles
From my foule's idoll, yet complaine
Of equall love more than difdaine.

Ceafe, beautie's exile, to lament
The frozen ftiades of banifhment.
For I in that faire bofome dwell
That is my paradife and hell ;
Banifht at home, at once at eafe
In the fafe port, and toft on feas.

Ceafe in cold jealous feares to pine.
Sad wretch, whom rivals undermine ;
For though I hold lockt in mine armes
My life's fole joy, a traytor's charmes
Prevaile, whilft I may onely blame
Myfelfe, that myne owne rivall am.

' Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is merely headed
The Amazons Song); Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 23-4.

Thomas Carew. 83

[II.] Another.
A Lady, rescued from Death by a Knight who in the

INSTANT leaves HER, COMPLAINES THUS '}

IH whither is my fayre fun fled.

Bearing his light, not heat, away ?
If thou repofe in the moyfl: bed
Of the Sea Queene, bring backe the day
To our darke clime, and thou fhalt lye
Bathed in the fea flowes from mine eye.

Upon what whirlewind didft thou ride
Hence, yet remainft fixt in my heart ?

From me and to me, fled and ty'de ?
Darke riddles of the amorous art !

Love lent thee wings to flye, fo hee,

Unfeather'd now, mufl: reft with mee.

Helpe, helpe, brave youth : I burne, I bleed ;

The cruell God with bow and brand
Purfues that life thy valour freed,

Difarme him with thy conquering hand ;
And that thou may'ft the wilde boy tame,
Give me his dart, keep thou his flame.

' Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is called The
Princefs\_'s] Song); Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 24.

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To Ben Jonson.^

Upon occasion of his Ode of Defiance annext to his
Play of the New Inne.^

IS true (deare Ben) thy juft chaftizing hand
Hath fixt upon the fotted age a brand
To their fwolne pride and empty fcribbling due ;
It can not judge, nor write, and yet 'tis true
Thy commique mufe, from the exalted line
Toucht by thy Alchymift, doth fince decline
From that her zenith, and foretells a red
And bluftiing evening, when fhe goes to bed ;
Yet fuch as fliall outfhine the glimmering light
With which all ftars ftiall guild the following night.
Nor thinke it much (fince all thy eaglets may
Endure the funnie tryall,) if we fay
This hath the ftronger wing, or that doth fhine
Trickt up in fairer plumes, fince all are thine.
Who hath his flock of cackling geefe compar'd
With thy tun'd quire of fwans ? or who hath dar'd

1 Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (laft nine lines only) ; Cofens
MS. B. obi. 8vo.; Addit. MS. Br. Mus. 11811, fol. 12; Domeftic Papers,
Charles I. (S. T. O.) vol. 155, No. 79 (where there are many differences of
orthography.

' In the S. T. O. copy, which appears to be autograph, the heading of this
piece is : To Ben Johnfon, vppon occajio of his Ode to Him/elf e. "This was
the laft of Ben Johnfon's dramatic produftions, and it bore every mark of
departing genius. The New Inn gave him more vexation than all his former
pieces had done. It was exhibited at the Theatre without any fuccefs ; but a
great Poet is never tired of fame ; he appealed from the ftage to the cloiet, and
publifhed his comedy, having prefixed [annexed at the end] to it an ode
addreffed to himfelf, in which he complimented his own abilities, and fet the
critics at defiance. To this ode our poet here alludes." — D.

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To call thy births deform'd ? but if thou bind

By Citie-Cuftome or by Gavell-kind

In equall fhares thy love on all thy race,

We may diftinguifh of their fexe and place ;

Though one hand Ihape them, and though one brain ftrike

Soules into all, they are not all alike.

Why fhould the follies, then, of this dull age

Draw from thy pen fuch an immodeft rage,

As feemes to blaft thy (elfe-immortall) Bayes ?

When thine owne tongue proclaimes thy ytch of praife.

Such thirft will argue drouth. No, let be hurl'd

Upon thy workes by the detracting world

What malice can fuggeft ; let the rowte fay.

The running fands, that (ere thou make a play)

Count the flow minutes, might a Goodwin' frame

To fwallow when th' haft done thy fhipwrackt name.

Let them the deare expence of oyle upbraid,

Suckt by thy watchful! lampe, that hath betray'd

To theft the blood of martyr'd authors, fpilt

Into thy inke, whilft thou groweft pale with guilt.

Repine not at the taper's thriftie wafte.

That fleekes thy terfer poems, nor is hafte

Prayfe, but excufe ; and if thou overcome

A knottie writer, bring the bootie home ;

Nor thinke it theft, if the rich fpoyles fo torne

From conquer'd Authors be as Trophies worne.

Let others glut on the extorted praife

Of vulgar breath, truft thou to after dayes ;

Thy labour'd workes fliall live, when time devoures

Th' abortive oiFspring of their haftie houres.

Thou art not of their ranke, the quarrell lyes

Within thine owne verge ; then let this fuffice —

The wifer world doth greater thee confeffe

Than all men elfe, than thy felfe onely lefle.

' The Goodwin Sands. — D.

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An Hymeneall Dialogue.
Bride and Groome.'

Groome.

ELL me, my love, fince Hymen ty'de
The holy knot, haft thou not felt
A new infufed fpirit Aide
into thy breft, whilft thine did melt ?

Bride. Firft tell me, fweet, whofe words were thofe ?
For though your voyce the ayre did breake,
Yet did my foule the fence compofe.

And through your lips my heart did fpeake.

Groome. Then I perceive, when from the flame
Of love my fcorch'd foule did retire.
Your frozen heart in her place came.
And fweetly melted in that fire.

Bride. 'Tis true, for when that mutuall change
Of foules was made with equall gaine,
I ftraight might feele diiFus'd a ftrange.
But gentle, heat through every veine.

Chorus. O bleft difiunftion, that doth fo

Our bodyes from our foules divide.
As two doe one, and one foure grow.
Each by contraction multiply'de.

' Old printed copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. ; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 25-6.

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Bride. Thy bofome then I'le make my neft.

Since there my willing foule doth pearch.
Grome. And for my heart, in thy chaft breft,

rie make an everlafting fearch.
Chorus. O bleft difiundtion, &c.

87

Obsequies to the Lady Anne Hay.'

HEARD the virgins figh, I faw the fleeke
And polifht courtier channell his frefli cheeke
With reall teares ; the new-betrothed maid
Smil'd not that day ; the graver fenate layd
Their bufinefle by ; of all the courtly throng,
Griefe feal'd the heart, and filence bound the tongue,
I, that ne're more of private forrow knew
Than from my pen fome froward miftrefle drew.
And for the publike woe had my dull fenfe
So fear'd with ever adverfe influence.
As the invader's fword might have unfelt
Pierc'd my dead bofome, yet began to melt ;
Griefe's ftrong inflindt did to my blood fuggefl;
In the unknowne lofl"e peculiar interefl:.
But when I heard the noble Carlil's gemme.
The fayrefl: branch of Dennye's ancient fl:emme.
Was from that cafket ftolne, from this trunke torne,
I found jufl: caufe why they, why I, fhould mourne.

But who fhall guide my artlefle pen, to draw
Thofe blooming beauties, which I never faw ?
How fhall pofleritie beleeve my flory.

1 She was the daijghter of James Hay, firft Earl of Carlifle [of that family.]
-D. He was created in 1622, and died in 1636.

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If I her crowded graces, and the glory

Due to her riper vertues, fhall relate

Without the knowledge of her mortall ftate ?

Shall I, as once Apelles, here a feature,

There fteale a grace, and rifling fo whole Nature

Of all the fweets a learned eye can fee.

Figure one Venus, and fay, fuch was fhee ?

Shall I her legend fill with what of old

Hath of the worthies of her fex beene told,

And what all pens and times to all difpence,

Refl;raine to her by a prophetique fence ?

Or fhall I to the morall and divine

Exadtefl: lawes fhape, by an even line,

A life fo ftraight, as it fhould fliame the fquare

Left in the rules of Katherine or Clare,

And call it hers ? fay, fo did (he begin.

And, had fhe liv'd, fuch had her progrefTe been ?

Thefe are dull wayes, by which bafe pens for hire

Dawbe glorious vice, and from Apollo's quire

Steale holy dittyes, which prophanely they

Upon the herfe of every ftrumpet lay.

We will not bathe thy corps with a forc'd teare.
Nor {hall thy traine borrow the blacks they weare :
Such vulgar fpice and gums embalme not thee :
Thou art the theame of truth, not poetrie.
Thou {halt endure a tryall by thy peeres,
Virgins of equall birth, of equall yeares,
Whofe vertues held with thine an emulous flrife.
Shall draw thy pifture, and record thy life.
One {hall enfpheare thine eyes, another {hall
Impearle thy teeth ; a third, thy white and fmall
Hand {hall befnow ; a fourth, incarnadine
Thy ro{ie cheeke, untill each beauteous line,
Drawne by her hand, in whom that part excells.
Meet in one center, where all beautie dwells.
Others in ta{ke {hall thy choyce vertues {hare.

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Some fhall their birth, fome their ripe growth declare.

Though niggard Time left much unhatch'd by deeds.

They fhall relate how thou hadft all the feeds

Of every vertue which, in the purfuit

Of time, muft have brought forth admired fruit.

Thus (halt thou from the mouth of envy raife

A glorious journall of thy thrifty dayes,

Like a bright ftarre fhot from his fpheare, whofe race

In a continued line of flames we trace.

This, if furvay'd, fhall to thy view impart

How little more than late thou wert, thou art ;

This fhall gaine credit with fucceeding times,

When nor by bribed pens nor partiall rimes

Of engag'd kindred, but the facred truth

Is floried by the partners of thy youth ;

Their breath fhall faint thee, and be this thy pride.

Thus even by rivals to be deifide.

To THE COUNTESSE OF AnGLESIE

Upon the immoderatly-by-her-lamented Death of
HER Husband [1630.]'

ADAM, men fay you keepe with dropping eyes
Your forrowes frefh, wat'ring the rofe that lyes
Fall'n from your cheeks upon your dear lord's hearfe.
Alas ! thofe odors now no more can pierce
His cold pale noflhrill, nor the crymfon dye

* Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 24-5 (where the heading is
diiFerently arranged).

Chriilopher Villiers, third fon of Sir George Villiers, by Mary, Countefs
of Buckingham, was created Earl of Anglefey in 1623, and died April 3, 1630.

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Prefent a gracefull blufh to his darke eye.

Thinke you that flood of pearly moyfture hath

The vertue fabled of old JEfon's bath ?

You may your beauties and your youth confume

Over his urne, and with your fighes perfume

The folitarie vault which, as you grone.

In hollow ecchoes fhall repeate your moane ;

There you may wither, and an autumne bring

Upon your felfe, but not call back his fpring,

Forbeare your fruitleffe griefe then, and let thofe,

Whofe love was doubted, gaine beliefe with fhowes

To their fufpefted faith ; you, whofe whole life

In every aft crown'd you a conftant wife,

May fpare the pradife of that vulgar trade.

Which fuperftitious cuftome onely made ;

Rather (a widow now) of wifedome prove

The patterne, as (a wife) you were of love :

Yet, fince you furfet on your griefe, 'tis fit

I tell the world upon what cates you fit

Glutting your forrowes ; and at once include

His fl;ory, your excufe, my gratitude.

You, that behold how yond' fad lady blends

Thofe afhes with her teares, left, as flie fpends

Her tributarie fighes, the frequent guft

Might fcatter up and downe the noble duft.

Know, when that heape of atomes was with bloud

Kneaded to folid flefti, and firmely flood

On ftately pillars, the rare forme might move

The froward Juno's or chaft Cinthia's love.

In motion aftive grace, in refl a calme

Attractive fweetnefl^e, brought both wound and balme

To every heart. He was compof 'd of all

The wifhes of ripe virgins, when they call

For Hymen's rites, and in their fancies wed

A fliape of ftudied beauties to their bed.

Within this curious palace dwelt a foule

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Gave luftre to each part, and to the whole :

This dreft his face in curteous fmiles, and fo

From comely geftures fweeter manners flow :

This courage joyn'd to flrength ; fo the hand bent

Was valour's : open'd, bountie's inftrument.

Which did the fcale and fword of Juftice hold.

Knew how to brandi(h fteele and fcatter gold.

This taught him not to engage his modefl: tongue

In fuites of private gaine, though publike wrong ;

Nor mifemploy (as is the great man's ufe)

His credit with his mafter, to traduce,

Deprave, maligne, and ruine innocence.

In proud revenge of fome misjudg'd offence.

But all his adtions had the noble end

T' advance defert, or grace fome worthy friend.

He chofe not in the adtive ftreame to fwim.

Nor hunted honour, which yet hunted him ;

But like a quiet eddie, that hath found

Some hollow creeke, there turnes his waters round,

And in continual! circles dances free

From the impetuous torrent ; fo did hee

Give others leave to turne the wheele of ftate,

(Whofe reftlefle motions fpins the fubjedt's fate,)

Whilft he, retir'd from the tumultuous noyfe

Of Court and fuitors' preffe, apart enjoyes

Freedome and mirth, himfelfe, his time, and friends,

And with fweet rellifli taftes each houre he fpends.

I could remember how his noble heart

Firfl; kindled at your beauties ; with what art

He chas'd his game through all oppofing feares,

When I his fighes to you, and back your teares

Convay'd to him ; how loyall then, and how

Conftant he prov'd fince to his mariage vow,

So as his wand'ring eyes never drew in

One luftfuU thought to tempt his foule to finne ;

But that I feare fuch mention rather may

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Kindle new griefe, than blow the old away.

Then let him reft joyn'd to great Buckingham,
And with his brother's mingle his bright flame.
Looke up, and meet their beames, and you from thence
May chance derive a chearfull influence.
Seeke him no more in duft, but call agen
Your fcatter'd beauties home, and fo the pen.
Which now I take from this fad elegie.
Shall fing the trophies of your conquering eye.

An Elegie upon the Death of Dr. Donne,

Dean of Paul's.^

AN we not force from widowed poetrie,
Now thou art dead, great Donne, one elegie,
To crowne thy hearfe ? Why yet did we not truft.
Though with unkneaded dow-bak'd profe, thy duft,
Such as th' uncizar'd ledt'rer from the flower
Of fading rhet'rique, fliort-liv'd as his houre,
Drie as the fand that meafures it, might lay
Upon the aflies on the funerall day ?
Have we nor tune, nor voyce ? Didft thou difpence
Through all our language both the words and fence ?
'Tis a fad truth. The pulpit may her plaine
And fober Chriftian precepts ftill retaine ;

' This excellent Poet is better known in our age [1772] by his Satires,
which were modernifed and verfified by Mr. Pope, than by his other works,
which are fcarce. If he was not the greateft poet, he was at leaft the greateft
wit, of James the Firft's reign. Carew feems to have thought ftill more highly
of him; for in another place he exalts him above all the other bards, ancient
and modern :

" Donne, worth all that went before."

He died in the year 1631. — D.

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Dodrines it may and wholefome ufes frame.

Grave homilies and ledtures ; but the flame

Of thy brave foule, that fhot fuch heat and light,

As burnt our earth, and made our darknefle bright.

Committed holy rapes upon the will.

Did through the eye the melting heart diftilj.

And the deepe knowledge of darke truths fo teach.

As fence might judge what fancy could not reach —

Mufl be defir'd for ever. So the fire

That fills with fpirit and heate the Delphique quire.

Which, kindled firfl: by thy Promethean breath,

Glow'd here awhile, lyes quencht now in thy death.

The Mufes' garden, with pedantique weedes

O'refpread, was purg'd by thee, the lazie feeds

Of fervile imitation throwne away.

And frefh invention planted ; thou didfl: pay

The debts of our penurious banquerout age :

Licentious thefts, that make poetique rage

A mimique furie, when our foules mufl be

Pofleft, or with Anacreon's extafie.

Or Pindar's, not their owne ; the fubtle cheate

Of flie exchanges, and the jugling feate

Of two-edg'd words, or whatfoever wrong

By ours was done the Greeke or Latine tongue.

Thou haft redeem 'd, and opened as a mine

Of rich and pregnant fancie, drawne a line

Of mafculine expreffion which, had good

Old Orpheus feene, or all the ancient brood

Our fuperftitious fooles admire, and hold

Their leade more precious than thy burnifht gold.

Thou hadft beene their exchequer, and no more

They each in others dung had fearch'd for ore.

Thou fhalt yeeld no precedence but of time

And the blind fate of language, whofe tun'd chime

More charmes the outward fenfe ; yet thou may'fl: claime

From fo great difadvantage greater fame.

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Since to the awe of thy imperious wit

Our troublefome language bends, made only fit.

With her tough thick-rib'd hoopes, to gird about

Thy gyant fancie, which had prov'd too ftout

For their foft melting phrafes. As in time

They had the ftart, fo did they cull the prime

Buds of invention many a hundred yeare,

And left the rifled fields, befides the feare

To touch their harveft ; yet from thofe bare lands,

Of what was onely thine, thy onely hands

(And that their fmalleft worke) have gleaned more

Than all thofe times and tongues could reape before.

But thou art gone, and thy ftrickt lawes will be
To hard for libertines in poetrie ;
They will recall the goodly exil'd traine
Of gods and goddefles, which in thy juft rainge
Was banifht nobler poems ; now with thefe
The filenc'd tales i' th' Metamorphofes
Shall flufFe their lines, and fwell the windie page.
Till verfe, refin'd by thee in this lafl: age,
Turne ballad-rime, or thofe old idols be
Ador'd againe with new apoftafie.

O pardon me, that breake with untun'd verfe
The reverend filence that attends thy hearfe :
Whofe folemne awfull murmurs were to thee.
More than thefe rude lines, a loude elegie.
That did proclaime in a dumbe eloquence
The death of all the arts, whofe influence,
Growne feeble, in thefe panting numbers lyes
Gafping fliort-winded accents, and fo dyes.
So doth the fwiftly-turning wheele not ftand
In th' inflant we withdraw the moving hand ;
But fome fliort time retaine a faint weake courfe
By vertue of the firft impulfive force ;
And fo, whilfl: I caft on thy funerall pile
Thy crowne of bayes, O let it crack awhile.

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And fpit difdaine, till the devouring flafties
Suck all the moyfture up, then turne to afhes.

I will not draw the envy, to engroffe
All thy perfeftionSj or weepe all the lofle ;
Thofe are too numerous for one elegie.
And this too great to be expreft by me.
Let others carve the reft ; it will fuffize
I on thy grave this epitaph incize : —
Here lyes a King that rul'd, as he thought fit
The univerfall monarchie of wit ;
Here lyes two Flamens, and both thofe the beft :
Apollo's firft, at laft the true God's prieft.'

In answer of an Elegiacall Letter upon the Death
OF THE King of Sweden from Aurelian

TOWNSEND, inviting ME TO WRITE
ON THAT SUBJECT.''

HY doft thou found (my deare Aurehan)
In fo flirill accents from thy Barbican

A loude allarum to my drowfie eyes,

Bidding them wake in teares and elegies
For mightie Sweden's fall ? Alas ! how may
My lyrique feet, that of the fmooth foft way
Of love and beautie onely know the tread.
In dancing paces celebrate the dead

' Alluding to his being both a poet and a divine. — D.

^ Old printed copies; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is called fimply Thomas
Carew his anfwere to Aurelian townefend') y " Guftavus Adolphus, the great
protedlor of the Proteftants in Germany, who, after having fubdued Ingria,
Livonia, and Pomerania, was killed at the battle of Lutzen, near Leipfic [in
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Viftorious King, or his majefticke hearfe

Prophane with th' humble touch of their low verfe ?

Virgil nor Lucan, no, nor Taflb— more

Than both, not Donne, worth all that went before —

With the united labour of their wit

Could ajuft poem to this fubjedt fit.

His aftions were too mighty to be raif 'd

Higher by verfe : let him in profe be prayf'd.

In modeft faithfuU ftory, which his deedes

Shall turne to poems : when the next age reades

Of Frankfort, Leipfigh, Wurfburgh, of the Rhyne,

The Leek, the Danube, Tilly, Wallenftein,

Bavaria, Pappenheim, Lutzen-field, where hee

Gain'd after death a pofthume vicStorie,

They'le thinke his afts things rather feign'd than done,

Like our romances of the Knight o' th' Sun.

Leave we him then to the grave Chronicler

Who, though to annals he can not refer

His too-briefe ftorie, yet his Journals may

Stand by the Caefar's yeares ; and, every day

Cut into minutes, each fhall more containe

Of great defignements then an emperour's raigne ;

And (fince 'twas but his church-yard) let him have

For his owne afhes now no narrower grave

Than the whole German continent's vaft wombe,

Whilft all her cities doe but make his tombe.

Let us to fupreame Providence commit

The fate of monarchs, which firft thought it fit

To rend the empire from the Auftrian grafpe ;

And next from Sweden's, even when he did clafpe

Within his dying armes the foveraigntie

Of all thofe provinces, that men might fee

The Divine wifedome would not leave that land

Subje(5t to any one King's fole command.

Then let the Germans feare, if Csefar fhall,

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But let us, that in myrtle bowers fit

Under fecure (hades, ufe the benefit

Of peace and plenty, which the blefl*ed hand

Of our good King gives this obdurate' land ;

Let us of Revels fing, and let thy breath

(Which fill'd Fame's trumpet with Guftavus' death.

Blowing his name to heaven) gently infpire

Thy Pafl:orall Pipe, till all our fwaines admire

Thy fong and fubjeft, whilfl: they both comprife

The beauties of the Shepherds Paradise.^

For who like thee, (whofe loofe difcourfe is farre

More neate and polifht than our Poems are,

Whofe very gate's more gracefull than our dance,)

In fweetly-flowing numbers may advance

That glorious night when, not to a(5t foule rapes,

Like birds or beafts, but in their angel-ftiapes,

A troope of deities came downe to guide

Our fteerelefle barkes in paflion's fwelling tide

By vertue's carde, and brought us from above

A patterne of their owne celeftiall love.

Nor lay it in darke fuUen precepts drown'd.

But with rich fancie and cleare adlion crown'd,

Through a mifterious fable (that was drawne

Like a tranfparant veyle of pureft lawne

Before their dazelJing beauties) the divine

Venus did with her heavenly Cupid fhine.

The ftorie's curious web, the mafculine ftile.

The fubtile fence, did time and fleepe beguile ;

Pinnion'd and charm'd they fl:ood to gaze upon

Th' angellike formes, geftures and motion ;

To heare thofe ravifhing founds, that did difpence

Knowledge and pleafure to the foule and fenfe.

' Ingratefull—'WyhnrA MS.

' The title of a Poem written by [the Honourable Walter Montague]. — D .

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It fiU'd us with amazement to behold

Love made all fpirit : his corporeall mold.

Differed into atomes, melt away

To empty ayre, and from the groffe allay

Of mixtures and compounding accidents

Refin'd to immateriall elements.

But when the Queene of Beautie did infpire

The ayre with perfumes and our hearts with fire,

Breathing from her celeftiall organ fweet

Harmonious notes, our foules fell at her feet,

And did with humble reverend dutie more

Her rare perfedtions than high ftate adore.

Thefe harmleffe paftimes let my Townfend fing
To rurall tunes ; not that thy Mufe; wants wing
To foare a loftier pitch, for fhe hath made
A noble flight, and plac'd th' heroique fhade
Above the reach of our faint flagging ryme ;
But thefe are fubjefts proper to our clyme.
Tourneyes,' mafques, theaters better become
Our Halcyon dayes ; what though the German drum
Bellow for freedome and revenge, the noyfe
Concernes not us, nor fliould divert our joyes ;
Nor ought the thunder of their carabins
Drowne the fweet ayres of our tun'd violins.
Beleeve me, friend, if their prevailing powers
Gaine them a calme fecuritie like ours,
They'le hang their armes upon the olive bough.
And dance and revell then, as we doe now.

1 This fpecies of entertainment, we fuppofe, was aicin to our modern
Routs, the exprefEon feeming to be borrowed from the Spanifti Tornado, or
Hurricane. — D .

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Upon Master W. Mountague his returne
from travell.

EADE the black bull to flaughter, with the bore
And lambe ; then purple with their mingled gore
The ocean's curled brow, that fo we may
The fea gods for their careful 1 waftage pay ;
Send gratefull incenfe up in pious fmoake
To thofe mild fpirits, that caft a curbing yoake
Upon the ftubborne winds, that calmely blew
To the wiftit fhore our long'd-for Mountague.
Then, whilft the aromatique odours burne
In honour of their darling's fafe returne.
The Mufe's quire fhall thus with voyce and hand
BlefTe the fayre gale that drove his fhip to land :
Sweetly breathing vernall ayre,
That with kind warmth doeft repayre
Winter's ruines, from whofe breft
All the gums and fpice of th' eaft
Borrow their perfumes ; whofe eye
Guilds the morne and cleares the Ikie :
Whofe difhevel'd trefles fhed
Pearles upon the violet bed,
On whofe brow, with calme fmiles dreft.
The halcion fits and builds her neft ;
Beautie, youth, and endlefle fpring.
Dwell upon thy rofie wing.
Thou, if ftormie Boreas throwes
Downe whole forrefts when he blowes.
With a pregnant flowery birth
Canft refrefh the teeming earth ;
If he nip the early bud.
If he blafl: what's faire or good.

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If he fcatter our choyce flowers.

If he fhake our hills or bowers.

If his rude breath threaten us,

Thou canft fl:roake great ^olus,

And from him the grace obtaine

To binde him in an iron chaine.
Thus, whilft you deale your body 'mongfl: your friends,
And fill their circling armes, my glad foule fends
This her embrace : Thus we of Delphos greet:
As laymen clafpe their hands, we joyne our feet.

To Master W- Mountague.

IR, I arefl: you at your countreyes fuit,
Who, as a debt to her, requires the fruit

Of that rich ftock, which fhe by Nature's hand

Gave you in truft, to th' ufe of this whole land.

Next, flie endites you of a felonie,

For dealing what was her proprietie —

Your felfe — from hence : fo feeking to convey

The publike treafure of the ftate away.

More, y'are accufd of oftracifme, the fate

Impos'd of old by the Athenian ftate

On eminent vertue ; but that curfe, which they

Caft on their men, you on your countrey lay.

For, thus divided from your noble parts.

This kingdome lives in exile, and all hearts.

That rellifh worth or honour, being rent

From your perfedions, fufFer baniftiment :

Thefe are your publike injuries ; but I

Have a juft private quarrell to defie,

And call you coward, thus to run away

When you had pierc'd my heart, not daring ftay

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Till I redeem'd my honour ; but I fweare,
By Celia's eyes, by the fame force to teare
Your heart from you, or not to end this ftrife
Till I or find revenge, or lofe my life.
But as in fingle fights it oft hath beene.
In that unequall equall tryall feene.
That he who had receiv'd the wrong at firft
Came from the combat oft too with the worft ;
So, if you foyle me when we meet, I'le then
Give you fayre leave to wound me fo agen.

To HIS Vnconstant M'^^^

jUT fay, O very woman, why to mee
The fitt of weakenes and inconflancy ?
What forfeit haue I made of word or vow.
That I am rackt on thy difpleafure nowe ?
If I haue done a fault, I, doe not fhame
To cite itt from thy lipps, give itt a name.
I afke the banes : ftand forth, & tell mee why
Wee fhould not in our wonted loue comply ?
Did thy cloy'd appetite vrge the[ej to trye.
If any other man could doo't as I ?
I fee freinds are, like clothes, layd vpp whilft newe.
But after wearinge cafte, though nere foe true.
Or did thy fi[e]rce ambition longe to make
Some lover turne a martir for thy fake :
Thinking thy beauty had deferv'd no name,
VnlefTe fome one had perifht in the flame ;
Vppon whofe loueinge dufl this fentence lyes :
Here one was murthered by his miftrejs' eyes ?

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Or was't becaufe my loue to thee was fuch

I could not chufe but blabb it — fweare how much

I was thy flaue, and (dotinge) lett the[e] knowe

I better could my felfe than the[e] forgoe.

Harken, yee men, thet foe fhall love like mee.

He give you councell gratis ! if you bee

PofTefl of what you like, lett yo' faire freind

Lodge in yo"" bofome, but noe feecretts fend

To feeke their lodginge in a female breaft,

For foe much is abated of yo' reft.

The fteed, that comes to vnderftand his ftrength,

Growes wilde, and cafts his manager at length ;

And that tame lover that vnlocks his harte

Vnto his miftrefle, teaches her an art

To plunge him felfe : ftiewes her the fecrett way

Howe ftiee may tyrannize another day.

And nowe my faire vnkindnefle thvs to thee,

Marke how wife paffion and I agree :

Heare, and be forry for't, I will not dye

To expiate thy crime of levity.

I walke (not crofs-arm'd neither), eate and Hue,

Yea for to pitty thy neglecft not grieue.

Nor envy him that by my lofle hath won,

That thou art from thy faith and promife gon.

Thou Ihalt beleive thy changinge moone-like fitts

Haue not infe<5bed mee nor turned my witts

To lunacy : I doe not meane to weepe,

When I Ihould eate, or fighe when I fhould fleepe.

I will not fall vppon my pointed quill.

Bleed incke, and Poems or invention fpill.

To contrive ballads, or weaue elegies

For nurfes wearings, when the infant cries.

Nor, like th' enamour'd Triftrams of the tyme,

Difpaire in profe, or hange my felfe in ryme ;

Nor thether runn vppon my verfes feete,

Where I fhall none but fooles and madd men meete

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Who, 'midft the filent fhades and mirtle walkes,
Pule and doe pennaunce for their miftrefs' faults.
I'me none of thofe (Poeticke malecontents)
Borne to make paper deare with my laments,
Or vile Orlando that will rayle and vex,
And for thy fake fall out with all thy fex.
No, I will loue againe, and feeke a prize
That fhall redeeme mee from thy poore difpife ;
I'll court my fortune nowe in fuch a fhape
That will not faigne dye, nor fterne cuUor take ;
Thus launch I of[f] with triumph from thy ftiore
To which my lafte fare- well : for never more
Will I touch there to' putt to fea againe,
Blowne with the churlilh winde of thy difdaine ;
Nor will I ftopp the courfe, till I haue found
A coafte that yeilds fafe harbour and firme ground.
Smile yee, Loues ftarrs ; wing'd with defires, fly
To make my wifhed-for difcovery.
Nor doubt I but for one that proves like you,
I fhall finde tenn as faire, and yett more true.

On the mariage of T[homas] K[illigrew] and
C[ecilia] C[rofts] : the morning stormie.

UCH fliould this day be, fo the fun fhould hide
His bafhfuU face, and let the conquering bride
Without a rivall fhine, whilft he forbeares
To mingle his unequall beames with hers ;
Or if fometimes he glance his fquinting eye
Betweene the parting cloudes, 'tis but to fpye,

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Not emulate her glories ; fo comes dreft

In vayles, but as a mafquer to the feaft.

Thus heaven ftiould lower, fuch ftormy gufts fliould blow.

Not to denounce ungentle fates, but (how

The cheerefull bridegroome to the clouds and wind

Hath all his teares and all his fighes aflign'd.

Let tempefts ftruggle in the ayre, but reft

Eternall calmes within thy,peacefull breft.

Thrice happy youth ; but ever facrifice

To that fayre hand that dry'de thy blubbred eyes.

That croun'd thy head with rofes, and turn'd all

The plagues of love into a cordiall.

When firft it joyn'd her virgin fnow to thine,

Which when to-day the prieft ftiall recombine.

From the mifterious holy touch fuch charmes

Will flow, as fliall unlock her wreathed armes.

And open a free pafTage to that fruit

Which thou haft toyl'd for with a long purfuit.

But ere thou feed, that thou may'ft better tafte

Thy prefent joyes, thinke on thy torments paft ;

Thinke on the mercy freed thee ; thinke upon

Her vertues, graces, beauties, one by one ;

So Ihalt thou relifti all, enjoy the whole

Delights of her faire body and pure foule.

Then boldly to the fight of love proceed :

'Tis mercy not to pitty, though flie bleed ;

Wee'le ftrew no nuts, but change that ancient forme,

For till to-morrow wee'le prorogue this ftorme.

Which ftiall confound with its loude whiftling noyfe

Her pleafing ftireekes, and fan thy panting joyes.

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101

For a Picture, where a Queen laments over
THE Tombe of a slaine Knight.

RAVE youth, to whom Fate in one hower
Gave death and conqueft, by whofe power
Thofe chaines about my heart are wound.

With which the foe my kingdome bound :

Freed and captiv'd by thee, I bring

For either adb an offering ;

For viftory, this wreathe of bay ;

In figne of thraldome, downe I lay

Scepter and crowne ; take from my fight

Thofe royall robes, fince fortune's fpight

Forbids me live thy vertue's prize,

rie dye thy valour's facrifice.

To A Lady that desired I would love her.

30W you have freely given me leave to love.
What will you doe ?
Shall I your mirth or paffion move

When I begin to wooe ?
Will you torment, or fcorne, or love me too ?

II.

Each pettie beautie can difdaine, and I,

Spite of your hate.

Without your leave can fee, and die ;

Difpence a nobler fate ;

'Tis eafie to deftroy, you may create.

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Then give me leave to love, and love me too.
Not with defigne

To rayfe, as Love's curft rebells doe.

When puling poets whine.

Fame to their beautie from their blubber'd eyne.

IV.

Griefe is a puddle, and reflefts not cleare

Your beautie's rayes ;

Joyes are pure ftreames ; your eyes appeare
Sullen in fadder layes,

In chearfull numbers they fhine bright with prayfe

Which fhall not mention, to exprefle you fayre,

Wounds, flames, and darts,

Stormes in your brow, nets in your haire.

Suborning all your parts.

Or to betray, or torture captive hearts.

VI.

rie make your eyes like morning funs appeare.
As milde and faire.

Your brow as cryftall fmooth and cleare.

And your diflievell'd hayre

Shall flow like a calme region of the ayre.

VII.

Rich Nature's fl:ore (which is the poet's treafure)
rie fpend to dreffe

Your beauties, if your mine of pleafure.

In equall thankfulnefle.

You but unlocke, fo we each other blefl"e.

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Upon my Lord Chiefe Justice' his election of my
Lady A[nne] W[entworth] for his Mistresse.

I.
JEARE this and tremble, all

Ufurping beauties, that create
A government tyrannicall
In Love's free ftate :
Juftice hath to the fword of your edg'd eyes
His equall ballance joyn'd, his fage head lyes
In Love's foft lap, which muft be juft and wife.

II.
Harke how the fterne law breathes

Forth amorous fighs, and now prepares
No fetters, but of filken wreathes
And braded hayres ;
His dreadfull rods and axes are exil'd,
Whilfl: he fits crown'd with rofes : Love hath fil'de
His native roughnefle, Juftice is growne milde.

III.
The golden age returnes :

Love's bowe and quiver ufelefTe lye :
His fhaft, his brand, nor wounds, nor burnes.
And crueltie
Is funke to hell ; the fayre fhall all be kind ;
Who loves ihall be belov'd, the froward mind
To a deformed fhape fhall be confin'd.

' " Sir John Finch was made Lord Chief Juftice of the Common Pleas, 2 1
Jan. i635[-6], and was fucceeded 27 Jan. i639[-4o]. The marriage did
not take place. The lady was Lady Ann Wentworth, daughter of Thomas,
Earl of Cleveland. She afterwards married Lord Lovelace. Her mother
was a Crofts of Saxham." — Hunter's Chorus Fatum, iii. 255 [Addit. MSS.
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IV.

Aftraea hath pofleft

An earthly feate, and now remaines
In Finche's heart, but Wentworth's breft
That gueft containes ;
With her fhe dwells, yet hath not left the Ikies,
Nor loft her fpheare ; for, new-enthron'd, fhe cryes
I know no heaven but fayre Wentworth's eyes.

To A. D. UNREASONABLE DISTRUSTFUL OF HER
OWNE BEAUTY.

AYRE Doris, breake thy glafle ; it hath perplext
With a darke comment beautie's cleareft text ;

It hath not told thy face's ftory true,

But brought falfe copies to thy jealous view.

No colour, feature, lovely ayre, or grace,

That ever yet adorn' d a beauteous face.

But thou maift reade in thine, or juftly doubt

Thy glafle hath beene fuborn'd to leave it out ;

But if it offer to thy nice furvey

A fpot, a ftaine, a blemifh, or decay.

It not belongs to thee — the treacherous light

Or faithlefTe ftone abufe thy credulous fight.

Perhaps the magique of thy face hath wrought

Upon th' enchanted cryftall, and fo brought

Fantafticke fhadowes to delude thine eyes

With ayrie repercuflive forceries ;

Or elfe th' enamoured image pines away

For love of the fayre objedl, and fo may

Waxe pale and wan, and though the fubftance grow

Lively and frefh, that may confume with woe ;

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Give then no faith to the falfe fpecular ftone.

But let thy beauties by th' efFefts be knowne.

Looke, fweeteft Doris, on my love-fick heart.

In that true mirrour fee how fayre thou art ;

There, by Love's never-erring penfill drawne,

Shalt thou behold thy face, like th' early dawne,

Shoot through the fhadie covert of thy hayre.

Enameling and perfuming the calme ayre

With pearles and rofes, till thy funs difplay

Their lids, and let out the imprifon'd day ;

Whilfl: Delfique priefts, enlightned by their theame.

In amorous numbers count thy golden beame.

And from Love's altars cloudes of fighes arife

In fmoaking incence to adore thine eyes.

If then love flow from beautie as th' efFedt,

How canfl; thou the refiftlefle caufe fufpeft ?

Who would not brand that foole, that fliould contend

There was no fire, where fmoke and flames afcend ?

Diftruft is worfe than fcorne : not to beleeve

My harmes, is greater wrong than not to grieve.

What cure can for my fefliring fore be found,

Whilfl: thou beleev'fl: thy beautie cannot wound ?

Such humble thoughts more cruell tyrants prove

Than all the pride that e're ufurp'd in love.

For Beautie's herald here denounceth war,

There are falfe fpies betray me to a fnare.

If fire, difguis'd in balls of fnow, were hurl'd.

It unfufpedted might confume the world ;

Where our prevention ends, danger begins.

So wolves in flieepes', lyons in afles' fkins.

Might farre more mifchiefe worke, becaufe lefle fear'd ;

Thofe the whole flock, thefe might kill all the herd.

Appeare then as thou art, break through this cloude,

Confefle thy beauty, though thou thence grow proud ;

Be faire, though fcornfull ; rather let me find

Thee cruell, than thus mild and more unkind ;

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Thy crueltie doth only me defie.

But thefe dull thoughts thee to thy felfe denie.

Whether thou meane to bartar, or beftow

Thy felfe, 'tis fit thou thine owne valew know.

I will not cheate thee of thy felfe, nor pay

Lefle for thee than th' art worth ; thou fhalt not fay

That is but brittle glafle, which I have found

By ftridt enquirie a firme diamond.

rie trade with no fuch Indian foole, as fells

Gold, pearles and pretious ftones for beads and bells ; '

Nor will I take a prefent from your hand.

Which you or prize not or not underftand.

It not endeares your bountie that I doe

Efteeme your, gift, unlefle you doe fo too ;

You undervalew me, when you beftow

On me what you nor care for, nor yet know.

No, lovely Doris, change thy thoughts, and be

In love firft with thy felfe, and then with me.

You are afflidted that you are not faire.

And I as much tormented that you are.

What I admire, you fcorne ; what I love, Jiate ;

Through different faiths, both fhare an equall fate ;

Faft to the truth, which you renounce, I ftick ;

I dye a martyr, you an heretique.

^ Alluding to the ignorance of the Indian tribes in South America, who
ufed to barter their Riches for the Toys and Trinkets of the Europeans. — D.

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To MY Friend G[ilbert] N. from Wrest.

BREATHEj fweet Ghib, thetemperate ayre of Wreft,
Where I, no more with raging ftormes oppreft,

Weare the cold nights out by the bankes of Tweed,

On the bleake mountains, where fierce tempefts breed,

And everlafting winter dwells ; where milde

Favonius and the vernall windes exilde,

Did never fpread their wings ; but the wilde north

Brings fterill fearne, thirties, and brambles forth.

Here, fteep'd in balmie dew, the pregnant earth

Sends forth her teeming wombe a flowrie birth,

And, cherifht with the warme fun's quickning heate.

Her porous bofome doth rich odours fweate,

Whofe perfumes through the ambient ayre diffufe

Such native aromatiques, as we ufe

No forraigne gums nor effence fetcht from farre,

No volatile fpirits nor compounds that are

Adulterate ; but at Nature's cheape expence

With farre more genuine fweetes refrefh the fenfe.

Such pure and uncompounded beauties blefle

This manfion with an ufefull comelinefTe,

Devoide of art, for here the architect

Did not with curious ikill a pile eredt

Of carved marble, touch, or porpherie.

But built a houfe for hoipitalitie ;

No fumptuous chimney-peece of fhining ftone

Invites the ftranger's eye to gaze upon.

And coldly entertaines his fight, but cleare

And cheerefull flames cherifli and warme him here ;

No Dorique nor Corinthian pillars grace

With imagery this ftrudture's naked face.

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The lord and lady of this place delight

Rather to be in adb, than feeme in fight ;

In ftead of ftatues to adorne their wall,

They throng with living men their merry hall,

Where, at large tables fiU'd with wholfome meates.

The fervant, tennant and kind neighbour eates.

Some of that ranke fpun of a finer thred

Are with the women, fteward and chaplaine, fed

With daintier cates ; others of better note.

Whom wealth, parts, office, or the herald's coate.

Have fever'd from the common, freely fit

At the lord's table, whofe fpread fides admit

A large accefl"e of friends, to fill thofe feates

Of his capacious circle, fill'd with meates

Of choyceft rellifii, till his oaken back

Under the load of pil'd-up difhes crack.

Nor thinke, becaufe our piramids and high

Exalted turrets threaten not the Ikie,

That therefore Wreft of narrownefle complaines.

Or ftreightned walls, for flie more numerous traines

Of noble guefts daily receives, and thofe

Can with farre more conveniencie difpofe

Than prouder piles, where the vaine builder fpent

More cofl: in outward gay embellifhment

Than reall ufe, which was the fole defigne

Of our contriver, who made things not fine.

But fit for fervice. Amaltheas horne^

Of plentie is not in effigie worne

Without the gate, but flie within the dore

Empties her free and unexhaufted fl:ore.

1 Amalthea was the daughter of Meliflus, King of Crete. She is fabled to
have fed Jupiter, while an infant, with the milk of a goat, whofe Horn the
god afterwards made her a prefent of, endued with this virtue, that whoever
pofleffed it ihould have everything they wiftied for. Hence it was called the
Hornof Plenty.— Q.

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Nor, crounM with wheaten wreathes, doth Ceres ftand

In ftone, with a crook'd fickle in her hand ;

Nor on a marble tunne, his face befmear'd

With grapes, is curl'd uncizard Bacchus rear'd :

We offer not in emblemes to the eyes.

But to the tafte, thofe ufefull deities.

We prefle the juycie God, and quaffe his blood,

And grinde the yeallow Goddelfe into food.

Yet we decline not all the worke of art ;

But where more bounteous Nature beares a part.

And guides her handmaid, if flie but difpence

Fit matter, flie with care and diligence

Employes her fkill ; for where the neighbour fourfe

Powers forth her waters, fhe direfts their courfe.

And entertaines the flowing flreames in deepe

And fpacious channells, where they flowly creepe

In fnakie windings, as the ftielving ground

Leades them in circles, till they twice furround

This ifland manfion which, i' th' center plac'd.

Is with a double cryftall heaven embrac'd.

In which our watery confl:ellations floate.

Our fifties, fwans, our water-man and boate,

Envy'd by thofe above, which wifti to flake

Their fl:arre-burnt limbes in our refrefliing lake.

But they fl;ick faft nayl'd to the barren fpheare,

Whilfl: our encreafe, in fertile waters here

Difport and wander freely where they pleafe.

Within the circuit of our narrow feas.

With various trees we fringe the water's brinke,
Whofe thirftie rootes the foaking moyfl:ure drinke ;
And whofe extended boughes in equall rankes
Yeeld fruit, and fliade, and beautie to the bankes.
On this fide young Vertumnus fits, and courts
His ruddie-cheek'd Pomona ; Zephyre fports
On th' other with lov'd Flora, yeelding there
Sweetes for the fmell, fweetes for the palate here.

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But did you tafte the high and mighty drinke

Which from that fountaine flowes, you'ld cleerly think

The god of wine did his plumpe clutters bring.

And crufli the Falerne' grape into our fpring ;

Or elfe, difguis'd in watery robes, did fwim

To Ceres' bed, and make her big of him.

Begetting fo himfelfe on her ; for know

Our vintage here in March doth nothing owe

To theirs in autumne, but our fire boyles here

As luftie Hquour as the fun makes there.

Thus I enjoy my felfe, and tafte the fruit
Of this bleft peace ; whilft, toyl'd in the purfuit
Of bucks and ftags, th' embleme of warre, you ftrive
To keepe the memory of our armes alive.

The New-Yeares Gift.
To THE King.

OOKE back, old Janus,* and furvey.
From Time's birth till this new-borne day,
All the fuccefsfull feafon bound

With lawrell wreathes and trophies crown'd;

Turne o're the annals paft, and where

Happie aufpitious dayes appeare,

1 The grape of Falerne is celebrated by all antiquity. It was produced
from vines of a peculiar ftrength and flavour, which grew in the Falernian
fields in Campania. — ^D.

" Janus, who was painted with two faces. He was worfliipped as a god,
war had a temple built to him. In time of peace it was (hut : in time of
and it was open. — D.

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Mark'd with the whiter ftone, that caft

On the darke brow of th' ages paft

A dazeling lufter, let them fhine

In this fucceeding circle's twine,

Till it be round with glories fpread ;

Then with it crowne our Charles his head,

That we th' enfuing yeare may call

One great continued feftivall.

Frefh joyes, in varied formes, apply

To each diftindt captivitie.

Seafon his cares by day with nights

Crown'd with all conjugall delights ;

May the choyce beauties that enflame

His royall breft be ftill the fame;

And he ftill thinke them fuch, fince more

Thou canft not give from Nature's ftore.

Then as a father let him be

With numerous ifTue bleft, and fee

The faire and God-like offspring growne

From budding ftarres to funs full blowne.

Circle with peaceful! olive bowes

And conquering bayes his regall browes.

Let his ftrong vertues overcome,

And bring him bloodlefle trophies home ;

Strew all the pavements where he treads

With loyall hearts or rebels' heads ;

But, Byfront, open thou no more

In his bleft raigne the temple dore.

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To THE QUEENE.

HOU great commandrefle, that doeft move
Thy fcepter o're the crowne of love,
And through his empire with the awe
Of thy chafte beames doeft give the law ;
From his prophaner altars we
Turne to adore thy deitie :
He only can wilde luft provoke.
Thou thofe impurer flames canft choke ;
And where he fcatters loofer fires.
Thou turn'ft them into chaft defires;
His kingdome knowes no rule but this :
Whatever pleafeth, lawfull is ;
Thy facred lore fhewes us the path
Of modeftie and conftant faith.
Which makes the rude male fatisfied
With one faire female by his fide ;
Doth either fex to each unite,
And forme love's pure hermaphrodite.
To this thy faith behold the wilde
Satyr already reconciled,
Who from the influence of thine eye
Hath fuckt the deepe divinitie.
O free them then, that they may teach
The centaur and the horfman preach
To beafts and birds fweetly to reft.
Each in his proper lare and neft :
They fliall convey it to the floud,
Till there thy law be underftood :

So ftialt thou with thy pregnant fire

The water, earth, and ayre infpire.

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To THE New Yeare,

FOR THE COUNTESSE OF CaRLILE.

IVE Lucinda pearle nor ftone ;
Lend them light who elfe have none ;
Let her beauties fhine alone.

Gums nor fpice bring from the eaft,
For the phenix in her breft
Builds his funeral 1 pile and neft.

No tyre thou canft invent.
Shall to grace her forme be fent ;
She adornes all ornament.

Give her nothing ; but reftore
Thofe fweet fmiles, which heretofore
In her chearfull eyes fhe wore.

Drive thofe envious cloudes away,
Vailes that have o're-caft my day,
And ecclipPd her brighter ray.

Let the royall Goth mowe downe
This yeare's harveft with his owne
Sword, and fpare Lucinda's frowne.

Janus, if, when next I- trace
Thofe fweet lines, I in her face
Reade the charter of my grace.

Then from bright Apollo's tree
Such a garland wreath'd fliall be.
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The Comparison.'

EAREST, thy twin'd haires are not threads of gold,
Nor thine eyes diamonds, nor doe I hold
Thy lips for rubies ; nor thy cheekes to be
Frefli rofes, nor thy teeth of Ivorie :
The fkin that doth thy daintie bodie fheath
Not alabafter is, nor doft thou breath
Arabian odours : fuch the earth brings forth,
Compar'd with which would but impaire thy worth.
Such may be others mifl-refles, but mine
Holds nothing earthly, but is all divine.
Thy treffes are thofe rayes that doe arife.
Not from one funne, but two ; fuch are thy eyes ;
Thy lips congealed necftar are, and fuch
As but a deitie fhould none dare touch.
The perfe<5t crimfon that thy cheeke doth cloath
(But onely that it farre excells them both)
Aurora's blufli refembles, or that redd
Which Iris ftruts in when her mantles fpred ;

' Old printed copies ; Harl. MS. 6057, fol. 9 (where it is entitled: Vppon
his Miftres); Aflimole MS. 47, art. 57, (where the title is On f PerfeBion of
his nf'"); Afhmole MS. 38, art. zzp (where the lines are headed On his M"
features'); Witts Recreations, 1640, fign. D 3 (imperfeft). In Witts
Recreations, it is accompanied by the following : —

The Answer.
If earth doth never change, nor move.
There's nought of earth, fare in thy love,
Sith heavenly bodies with each one
Concur in generation,
And (wanting gravitie) are light.
Or in a borrowed luftre bright ;
If meteors and each falling ftar
Of heavenly matter framed are :
Earth hath my miftrifle, but fure thine
Ail heavenly is, though not divine.

Thomas Carew. 1 1 9

Thy teeth in whitenefle Leda's fwan exceede ;
Thy fkin's a heavenly and immortall weede ;
And as thou breath'ft, the winds are readie ftraight
To filch it from thee, and doe therefore wait
Clofe at thy lips and, fnatching it from thence,
Beare it to heaven, where 'tis Jove's frankincenfe.
Faire Goddefle (for thy feature makes thee one),
Yet be not fuch for thefe refpeds alone ;
But as you are divine in outward view.
So be within as faire, as good, as true.'

The Sparke.^

fY firft love, whom all beauties did adorne.
Firing my heart, fuppreft it with her fcorne ;
Sun-like to tinder in my breft it lies.
By every fparkle made a facrifice.
Each wanton eye now kindles my defire.
And that is free to all that was entire :
Defiring more, by thee (defire) I loft,^
As thofe that in confumptions hunger moft ;
And now my wandring thoughts are not confind
Unto one woman, but to woman kinde.

1 In Aftim. MSS. 38 and 47 the termination is different. In the former
it runs : —

" Yet bee not foe for that refpefte alone.
Shaped onlye and expofed to the view ;
Bee Goddefs-like in all : bee good, bee true."

Afhm. MS. 47 correfponds, with the exception of a few verbal
alterations.

2 Old printed copies; Mr. Huth's " Berkeley" MS. 1640.
^ This and the following line are not in Mr, Huth's MS.

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This for her fliape I love, that for her face,
This for her gefture or fome other grace ;
And where I none of thefe doe ufe to find,
I choofe thereby the kernel 1, not the rynd :
And fo I hope, though my chiefe hope be' gone.
To find in many what I loft in one.
And like to merchants after fome great lofle
Trade by retaile, which canriot doe in grofle.^
The fault is hers that made me goe aftray, —
He needs muft wander that hath loft his way.
Guiltlefs I am ; fhee did this change provoke.
And made that charcoale which at firft^ was oake ;
And as a looking glafle to* the afpeft,
Whilft it is whole, doth but one face refledt.
But being crack't or broken, there are fhowne
Many lefle faces, where was firft but* one ;
So love into my heart did firft preferr*
Her image, and there planted none but her ;
But fince 'twas broke and martird by her fcorne.
Many lefle faces in her feate were'' borne ;
Thus, like to tynder, am I prone to catch
Each falling fparkle, fit for any match.

Mr. Huth's MS. The old editions xeaA, fince my firft hopes are, i^c.

Ibid. Old editions have, that cannot now ingroje.

Ibid. Printed copies read, to her.

Ibid. Printed copies, from.

Ibid. Printed copies read, half faces, which at firft were.

Ibid. Printed copies, unto proffer.

Ibid. Printed copies, /if ^ w<«/.

Thomas Carew. 121

The Complement.'

^ MY deereft, I fliall grieve thee

When I fweare, yet (fweete) beleeve me :
By thine eyes, that cryftall brooke^
On which crabbed old age looke,
I fweare to thee, (though none abhorre them)
Yet I do not love thee for them.

I do not love thee for that faire
Rich fanne^ of thy mofl curious haire.
Though the wires thereof be drawne
Finer than the threeds of lawne.
And are fofter than the leaves
On which the fubtle fpinner weaves.

I doe not love thee for thofe flowers
Growing on thy cheeks, (Loves bowers)
Though fuch cunning them hath fpread,
None can part their white * and red ;
Love's golden arrowes thence are fhot,
Yet for them I love thee not.

I do not love thee for thofe foft
Red corrall lips I've kift fo oft ;
Nor teeth of pearle, the double guard
To Ipeech, whence muficke ftill is heard ;
Though from thence a kifle being taken
Would tyrants melt, and death awaken.

1 Old printed copies; Afhmole MS. 38, art. 36 (where it is called In prai/e
of the excellent compofure of his miftrejs) ; Harl. MS. 6057, fol. 12 (where
it is called Loues Complement). The Harl. MS. has enabled me to correft the
text in feveral places, where the readings of the old copies were clearly wrong.

* Old printed copies have the tempting boohe.
' Harl. MS. 6057 has gem.

* Old printed copy has paint them whit.

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I doe not love thee, O my faireft.
For that richeft, for that rareft
Silver pillar which ftands under
Thy round head, that globe of wonder ;
Though that necke be whiter farre
Than towers of pollifht ivory are.

I doe not love thee for thofe mountaines
Hiird with fnow, whence milkey fountaines
(Suger'd fweets, as firropt berries)
Muft one day run through pipes of cherries :

how much thofe breafts doe move me !
Yet for them I doe not love thee.

1 doe not love thee for that belly,
Sleeke as fatten, foft as jelly.
Though within that chriftall round
Heapes of treafure may be found
So rich, that for the leafl; of them
A king would give his diadem.

I doe not love thee for thofe thighes,
Whofe alabafter rocks doe rife
So high and even, that they ftand
Like fea-markes to fome happy land.
Happy are thofe eyes have feene them.
But happier hee hath fayl'd betweene them.

I do not love thee for that pal me,
Though the dew thereof be balme;
Nor for thy pretty legg and foote.
Although it be the precious roote
On which this goodly cedar growes :
Sweete, I love thee not for thofe.

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Nor for thy wit foe pure and quicke,
Whofe fubftance no arithmeticke
Can number out ; nor for the charmes
Mafk't In thy embracing armes ;
Though in them one night to lie,
Deareft, I would gladly die.

I love thee not for eye nor haire.

Nor cheekes, nor lips, nor teeth fo rare.

Nor for thy necke, nor for thy breaft.

Nor for thy belly, nor the reft.

Nor for thy hand, nor foote fo fmall ;

But, wouldft thou know, deere fweet ? — for all.

On sight of a Gentlewoman's Face in
THE Water.^

TAND ftill, you floods, doe not deface
That image which you beare ;
So votaries from every place
To you ftiall altars reare.

No winds but lovers' fighs blow here,

To trouble thefe glad ftreames.
On which no ftarre from any fpheare

Did ever dart fuch beames.*

^ Old printed Copies ; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where it is headed : On a
Miftreffesface in the water).

^ Jn Mr. Wyburd's MS. this ftanza runs thus : —

" Noe windes but louers fighes drawe nigh

To trouble their gladd ftreames,
On which nor ftarr, nor the worlds eye,
Did euer dart fuch beames."

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To chriftall then in haft congeale,
Leaft you fhould loofe your blifle ;

And to my cruell faire reveale
How cold, how hard fhe is.

But if the envious nymphes fhall feare
Their beauties will be fcorn'd.

And hire the ruder winds to teare
That face which you adorn 'd ;

Then rage and foame amaine, that we

Their malice may defpife ;
When from your froath we foone fhall fee

A fecond Venus rife.

Verses.

\^Begins imperfeHly?^

|EE gaue her Jewells in a Cuppe of Gold,
Wherein were grauen ftories donne of old ;
And in his hand hee held a book, which fhew'd
The birth-Starres of the Cittie, when Brute plow'd
The furrows for the wall : on euery page
A king was drawne, his fortune and his age ;
But fhee lik't beft, and lou'd to fee againe
The Brittifh Princes that had match'd with Spaine.
Thus entred fliee the Court, where euery one
To entertaine her made provifion.
Nays had angled all the night, and took
The trout, the Gudgeon, with her filuer hook :

' Mr. Wyburd's MS. where they immediately precede the poem which
follows. I confider the authorfhip doubtful. The lines have a tinfture of
mingled gravity and erudition not charafteriftic of Carew.

Thomas Carew. 125

The Graces all were bufie in the Downes
In gattering falletts and in wreathing crownes :
The wood-nimphes ran about, and while twas dark,
With light and lowebell caught th' amazed lark :
One with fome hayres, pluckt from a Centaures taile.
Made fpringes for the woodcock in the dale :
One fpredd her nett, the Coney to infnare :
Another with her houndes purfued the hayre.
Diana earely, with her bugle cleare.
Armed with a quiver ftiott the fallowe deere.
The ftately ftagg, hitt with her fatell fhaft,
Shedd teares in falling, while the huntrefle laugh't.
All fent their gaines to Hymen for a prefent :
The Buck, the Partridge, and the painted Pheafant ;
And Joue, to grace the feaft of Hymens ioye.
Sent thither Nectar by his Troyan Boy.
The Graces and the Driades were there, &c.

\Ends imperfeiily.l

A Song.*

SKE me no more where Jove beftowes,
When June is paft, the fading rofe ;

For in your beautie's orient deepe

Thefe flowers, as in their caufes, fleepe.

Aflce me no more whither doth fl:ray
The golden atoms of the day ;
For, in pure love, heaven did prepare
Thofe powders to inrich your haire.

* Old printed copies; Wit Rejlored, i6^i, ?iX\6iWeJlminJ}er Drollery, \6j2
(with a parody in each cafe). Collated with an early MS. by Haflewood ; in
his copy the firft ftanza ftands third. Patherike Jenkyns, in his Amorea, i66i,
has a fong, " On the Death of his Miftrefs," which feemed to Hallewood an
imitation of Carew. I cannot fee it.

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Afke me no more whither doth haft
The nightingale when May is paft ;
For in your fweet dividing throat
She winters and keepes warme her note.

Aflce me no more where thofe ftarres light,
That downewards fall in dead of night ;
For in your eyes they fit, and there
Fixed become as in their fphere.

Afke me no more if eaft or weft
The Phenix builds her fpicy neft ;
For unto you at laft ftiee flies.
And in your fragrant bofome dyes.

Song.

pULD you know what's foft ? I dare
Not bring you to the downe or aire.
Nor to ftarres to fhew what's bright.
Nor to fnow to teach you white :

Nor, if you would mufique heare.
Call the orbes to take your eare ;
Nor, to pleafe your fence, bring forth
Bruifed Nard, or what's more worth.

Or on food were your thoughts plac't.
Bring you Necflar for a taft :
Would you have all thefe in one.
Name my miftris, and 'tis done.

Thomas Carew. 127

The Second Rapture.

O, worldling, no, 'tis not thy gold.
Which thou doft ufe but to behold,

Nor fortune, honour, nor long life :

Children or friends, nor a good wife.
That makes thee happy ; thefe things be
But fhaddowes of felicitie.
Give me a wench about thirteene.
Already voted to the Queene
Of luft and lovers ; whofe foft haire,
Fann'd with the breath of gentle aire,
O'refpreads her ftioulders like a tent.
And is her vaile and ornament j
Whofe tender touch will make the blood
Wild in the aged and the good ;
Whofe kifles, faftned to the mouth
Of threefcore yeares and longer flouth.
Renew the age, and whofe bright eye
Obfcures thofe lefTer lights of fkie ;
Whofe fnowy breafts (if we may call
That fnow, that never melts at all)
Makes Jove invent a new difguife,
In fpite of Junoe's jealoufies ;
Whofe every part doth re-invite
The old decayed appetite ;
And in whofe fweet embraces I
May melt myfelfe to luft, and die.
This is true blifle, and I confefle
There is no other happineffe.

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The Hue and Cry.^

N Love's name you are charged hereby
To make a fpeedy hue and cry
After a face, who t' other day

Came and ftole my heart away ;

For your direflions in brief

Thefe are beft marks to know the thief:

Her hair a net of beams would prove,

Strong enough to captive Jove,

Playing the eagle : her clear brow

Is a comely field of fnow.

A fparkling eye, fo pure a gray

As when it fhines it needs no day.

Ivory dwelleth on her nofe ;

Lilies, married to the rofe.

Have made her cheek the nuptial bed ;

[Her] lips betray their virgin red.

As they only blufh'd for this,

That they one another kifs ;

1 This piece is taken from the Wittie Faire One, performed as early as 1628
(Shirley's Works, edit. 1 833, i, 3 1 1) ; Mr. Dyce was evidently unaware of the
circumftance that this poem was inferted (with material variations) as Carew's
in all the editions of his Works. The ordinary verfion and a third (totally dif-
ferent) from a MS. will be given alfo prefently. There is very little or no
probability that a writer of Carew's ability and original genius would Jiave
appropriated the work of another man ; and as it is well known that fongs
written long before by other pens were often inferted in plays, it is not alto-
gether unlikely that Shirley may have had Carew's permiffion to make ufe of the
Hue and Cry in this way, and that the produftion thus found its way into the
printed copy of the Wittie Faire One, 1633. On this fuppolition I have
given in the text all the verlions.

Thomas Carew. 129

But obferve, befide the reft.
You fhall know this felon beft
By her tongue ; for if your ear
shall once a heavenly mufic hear.
Such as neither gods nor men
But from that voice fhall hear again.
That, that is {he : oh, take her t' ye ;
None can rock heaven afleep but fhe.

Another Version.^

N Love's name you are charg'd hereby.
To make a fpeedy hue and crie
After a face which, t'other day.

Stole my wandring heart away.

To direft you, thefe, in briefe.

Are ready markes to know the thiefe.
Her haire a net of beames would prove

Strong enough to captive Jove

In his eagle's fhape ; her brow

Is a comely field of fnow ;

Her eye fo rich, fo pure a grey.

Every beame creates a day ;

And if fhe but fleepe (not when

The fun fets) 'tis night agen.

In her cheekes are to be feene

Of flowers both the king and queene,

Thither by the Graces led.

And frefhly laid in nuptiall bed ;

On whom lips like nymphes doe waite,

Who deplore their virgin ftate ;

^ Old printed copies,
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Oft theyblufh, and blufli for this.
That they one another klfle ;
But obferve befides the reft.
You fhall know this fellon befl:
By her tongue, for if your eare
Once a heavenly muficke heare.
Such as neither gods nor men,
But from that voice, fhall heare agen-
That, that is fhe. O ftrait furprife.
And bring her unto Love's affize.
If you let her goe, fhe may
Antedate the latter day.
Fate and philofophy controle,
And leave the world without a foule.

Another Version.^

OOD folk, for gold or hire.
One help mee to a Cryer ;
For my poore heart is gonne aflray

After two eyes that paft this waie.

If there be anie man

In towne or Country can

Bring mee my heart againe.

He paie him for his paine ;

And by thefe markes I will you fhowe,

That onelie I this heart doe owe.

' Mr. Wyburd's MS. only. This feems to be by Carew alfo. There is a
piece called A Hue find Cry after Cupid, perhaps imitated from the prefent, in
Le Prince d' Amour, 1660, 8°, a copy of which, fet to mufic, is in Addit. MS.
Br. Mus. 1 1608, fol. 81.

Thomas Carew, 131

Itt is a wounded heart,

Wherein yett fticks the dart :

Maymde in euerie part throughout it :

Faith and troath writt round about itt.

It was a tame hart and a Deare,

And never vf'd to roame ;

But haueing gott this haunt, I feare

'Twill neuer bide at home.

For God's fake, paffing by the waye.

If you my heart doe fee.

Either impound it for a ftraye,

Or fend it home to mee.

To HIS MiSTRIS CONFINED.

Song.

THINKE not, Phcebe, 'caufe a cloud
Doth now thy filver brightnes fhrowd.
My wandring eye
Can ftoope to common beauties of the fkye.
Rather be kind, and this ecclips
Shall neither hinder eye nor lips.

For wee fhall meete
Within our hearts, and kifle, and none fhall fee't.

Nor canft thou in thy prifon be.
Without fome living figne of me ;

When thou doft fpye
A fun beame peepe into the roome, 'tis I ;
For I am hid within a flame.
And thus into thy chamber came,

To let thee fee
In what a martyredome I burne for thee.

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When thou doft touch thy lute, thou mayeft
Thinke on my heart, on which thou plaieft.

When each fad tone
Upon the ftrings doth fhew my deeper groane.
When thou doft pleafe, they fhall rebound
With nimble ayres, ftrucke to the found

Of thy owne voyce ;
O thinke how much I tremble and rejoyce.

There's no fad pidlure that doth dwell
Upon thy arras wall, but well

Refembles me ;
No matter though our age doe not agree.
Love can make old, as well as time ;
And he that doth but twenty clime.

If he dare prove
As true as I, fhewes fourefcore yeares in love.

The Tinder.

F what mould did Nature frame me ?
Or was it her intent to fhame me.
That no woman can come neere me
Faire, but her I court to heare me ?
Sure that miftris, to whofe beauty
Firft I paid a lover's duty,
Burnt in rage my heart, to tinder.
That nor prayers nor teares can hinder.
But where ever I doe turne me.
Every fparke let fall doth burne me.
Women, fince you thus inflame me,
Flint and fteele I'le ever name yee.

Thomas Carew. 133

A Song.

N her faire cheekes two pits doe lye.
To bury thofe flaine by her eye ;

So, fpight of death, this comforts me,

That fairely buried I fhall be.

My grave with rofe and lilly fpread : —

O 'tis a life to be fo dead !

Come then and kill me with thy eye,
For, if thou let me live, I die.

When I behold thofe lips againe,
Reviving what thofe eyes have flaine
With kifles fweet, whofe balfome pure
Love's wounds, as foon as made, can cure.
Me thinkes 'tis fickenes to be found.
And there's no health to fuch a wound.
Come then, &c.

When in her chafte breafl: I behold
Thofe downy mounts of fnow ne're cold.
And thofe bleft hearts her beauty kills,
Reviv'd by climing thofe faire hills,
Mee thinkes there's life in fuch a death,
And fo t' expire infpires new breath.
Come then, &c»

Nymphe, fince no death is deadly, where
Such choice of antidotes are neere,
And your keene eyes but kill in vaine,
Thofe that are found, as foone as flaine ;

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That I no longer dead furvive,
Your way's to bury me alive
In Cupid's cave, where happy I
May dying live, and living die.

Come then and kill me with thy eye.
For, if thou let me live, I die.

The Carver.

To HIS MiSTRIS.

CARVER, having lov'd too long in vaine,

Hewd out the portraiture of Venus' funne
In marble rocke, upon the which did raine
Small drifling drops that from a fount did runne ;
Imagining the drops would either weare

His fury out, or quench his living flame :
But when hee faw it bootlefle did appeare.

He fwore the water did augment the fame.
So I, that feeke in verfe to carve thee out.
Hoping thy beauty will my flame allay.
Viewing my lines impolifh't all throughout,

Find my will rather to my love obey ;
That with the carver I my work doe blame.
Finding it ftill th' augmenter of my flame.

To THE Painter.

OND man, that hop'fl: to catch that face
With thofe falfe colours, whofe fliort grace

Serves but to fliew the lookers on

The faults of thy prefumption ;

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Or at the leaft to let us fee
That is divinej but yet not fhee :
Say you could imitate the rayes
Of thofe eyes that outfhine the dayes,
Or counterfeite in red and white
That moft uncounterfeited light
Of her complexion ; yet canft thou
(Great mafter though thou be) tell how
To paint a vertue ? Then defift,
This faire your artifice hath mift ;
You fhould have markt how fhee begins.
To grow in vertue, not in finnes ;
In ftead of that fame rofie die.
You fhould have drawne out modeflie,
Whofe beauty fits enthroned there,
And learne to looke and blufh at her.
Or can you colour jufl: the fame.
When vertue blufhes, or when fhame,
When ficknes, and when innocence,
Shewes pale or white unto the fence ?
Can fuch courfe varnifh ere be fed
To imitate her white and red ?
This may doe well elfewhere in Spaine,
Among thofe faces died in graine ;
So you may thrive, and what you doe
Prove the beft pidure of the two.
Befides, if all I heare be true,
'Tis taken ill by fome that you
Should be fo infolently vaine.
As to contrive all that rich gaine
Into one tablet, which alone
May teach us fuperftition ;
Infl:ru6ting our amazed eyes
To admire and worfhip imag'ries.
Such as quickly might outfhine
Some new faint, wer't allow'd a fhrine.

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And turne each wandring looker on

Into a new Pigmaleon.

Yet your art cannot equalize

This pidiure in her lover's eyes ;

His eyes the pencills are which limbe

Her truly, as hers coppy him ;

His heart the tablet, which alone

Is for that porftraite the tru'fl: ftone.

If you would a truer fee,

Marke it in their pofteritie ;

And you fliall read it truly there.

When the glad world ftiall fee their heire.

Love's Courtship/

ISSE, lovely Celia, and be kind ;
Let my defires freedome find ;
Sit thee downe,
And we will make the gods confefle
Mortals enjoy fome happines.

Mars would difdaine his miftris' charmes.
If he beheld thee in my armes.

And defcend.
Thee his mortall Queene to make.
Or live as mortall for thy fake.

' Old printed copies. In Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1655, the verfes
are headed merely " To Ccelia," and are printed very imperfedly. The
variations, however, are fo great, that the poem appears to have been obtained
from fome independent fource. It has rather the appearance of a firft draft of
the piece. See the next poem.

Thomas Carew. 137

Venus muft loofe her title now,
And leave to brag of Cupid's bow ;

Silly Queene,
Shee hath but one, but I can fpie
Ten thoufand Cupids in thy eye.

Nor may the funne behold our blifle.
For fure thy eyes doe dazle his ;
If thou feare
That he'll betray thee with his light —
Let me ecclipfe thee from his fight ;

And while I fhade thee from his eye.
Oh let me heare thee gently cry,
Celia yeelds.
Maids often loofe their maidenhead.
Ere they fet foote in nuptiall bed.

To CCELIA.^

|ISE, lovely Coslia, and be kinde :
Let my defires freedome finde ;
And wee'I make the Gods confefs
Mortals enjoy fome happinefs :

Sit thee down.
Cupid hath but one bow, yet can I fpie
A thoufand Cupids in thy eie ;
Nor may the God behold our blifs.
For fure thine eyes doe dark'n his.
If thou feareft,

^ Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1655, p. 28, as cited above. This is only
another and fliorter copy, much altered, of the poem juft printed.

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That hee'l betray thee with his light,
Let me eclipfe thee with his fight ;
And whilft I fhade thee from his eye.
Oh, let me hear thee gently cry :
I yield.

On a Damaske Rose sticking upon a
Ladie's breast/

ET pride grow big, my rofe, and let the cleare
And damafke colour of thy leaves appeare ;

Let fcent and lookes be fweete, and blefle that hand

That did tranfplant thee to that facred land.
O happy thou that in that garden refts.
That paradice betweene that ladie's breafts !
There's an eternall fpring ; there ftialt thou lie
Betwixt two lilly mounts, and never die.
There fhalt thou fpring amongft the fertile valleyes
By budds, like thee that grow in midft of allyes ; ^
There none dare plucke thee, for that place is fuch
That, but a good devine, there's none dare touch ;
If any but approach, ftraite doth arife
A blufhing lightning flafh, and blafts his eyes.
There, 'flead of raine, fhall living fountaines flow ;
For wind, her fragrant breath for ever blow.
Nor now, as earft, one fun fhall on thee fliine.
But thofe two glorious funs, her eyes devine.
O then what monarch would not think't a grace.
To leave his regall throne to have thy place ?
My felfe, to gaine thy bleffed feat, do vow.
Would be transform'd into a rofe as thou.

Old printed copies; Harl. MS. 6917, fol. 26. ^ Lillies, — Harl. MS.

'Thomas Carew.

139

The Protestation,
A Sonnet}

O more fhall meads be deck't with flowers.
Nor fweetneffe dwell in rofie bowers.
Nor greeneft buds on branches fpring.
Nor warbling birds delight to fing.
Nor Aprill violets paint the grove.
If I forfake my Celia's love.

The fifh fhall in the ocean burne,
And fountaines fweet fhall bitter turne ;
The humble oake no flood fhall know.
When floods fhall higheft hills o'reflow.
Blacke Laethe fhall oblivion leave.
If ere my Celia I deceive.

Love fhall his bow and fhaft lay by.
And Venus' doves want wings to flie ;
The Sun refufe to fhew his light.
And day fhall then be turn'd to night ;
And in that night no flarre appeare.
If once I leave my Celia deere.

Love fhall no more inhabite earth.
Nor lovers more fhall love for worth.
Nor joy above in heaven dwell.
Nor paine torment poore foules in hell ;
Grim death no more fhall horrid prove.
If ere I leave bright Celia's love.

' There is a great fimilarity between this " fonnet" and a Poem by E. S.
in the Paradice cf daynty devifes, 1576, p. 4.6. — F.

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The Tooth-ach cured by a Kisse.

ATE'S now growne mercifull to men.
Turning difeafe to blifle ;
For had not kind rheume vext me then,
I might not Celia kifTe.
Phifitians, you are now my fcorne.

For I have found a way
To cure difeafes, (when forlorne

By your dull art,) which may
Patch up a body for a time.

But can reftore to health
No more than chimifts can fublime

True gold, the Indies' wealth.
That angell fure, that us'd to move

The poole^ men fo admir'd.
Hath to her lip, the feat of love.

As to his heaven, retir'd.

To HIS Jealous Mistris.

DMIT, thou darling of mine eyes,
I have fome idoll lately fram'd

That, under fuch a falfe difguife.

Our true loves might the lefle be fam'd.
Canft thou, that knoweft my heart, fuppofe
rie fall from thee, and worfliip thofe ?

' The pool of Bethefda, near Jerufalem, which was frequented by all kinds
of difeafed people, waiting for the moving of the waters. " For an angel,"
fays St. John, " went down at a certain feafon into the pool, and troubled the
water : whofoever then firft after the troubling of the water ftepped in, was
made whole of whatfoever difeafe he had." — D.

'Thomas Carew. 141

Rememberj deare, how loath and flow

I was to caft a looke or fmile.
Or one love-line to mifljefliow.

Till thou hadft chang'd both face and flile ;
And art thou growne afraid to fee
That mafke put on thou mad'ft for me.

I dare not call thofe childifh feares,

Comming from love, much lefTe from thee.

But wafh away with frequent teares
This counterfeit idolatrie ;

And henceforth kneele at ne're a flirine.

To blind the world, but only thine.

The Dart.

FT when I looke I may defcry
A little face peepe through that eye ;
Sure that's the boy which wifely chofe
His throne among fuch beames as thofe.
Which, if his quiver chance to fall.
May ferve for darts to kill withall.

The Mistake.

HEN on faire Celia I did fpie
A wounded heart of ftone.
The wound had almoft made me cry.
Sure this heart was my owne.

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But when I faw it was enthron'd

In her celeftiall breft,
O then I it no longer own'd.

For mine was ne're fo bleft.

Yet if in higheft; heavens doe fliine
Each conftant martyr's heart.

Then fliee may well give reft to mine,
That for her fake doth fmart.

Where feated in fo high a blifle.
Though wounded, it fhall live ;

Death enters not in Paradife,
The place free life doth give.

Or if the place lefle facred were.

Did but her faving eye
Bath my ficke heart in one kind teare.

Then fhould I never dye.

Slight balmes may heale a flighter fore.
No medicine lefle divine

Can ever hope for to reftore
A wounded heart like mine.

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The Prologue to a Play presented before the King

AND QUEENE, ATT AN EnTERTAINEMENT OF THEM

BY THE Lord Chamberlaine at
Whitehall Hall [^Jic]}

Song.

INCE you haue pleas'd this night to vnbend
Your ierious thoughts, and with your Perfon lend
Your Pallace out, and foe are hither come
A ftranger : in your owne houfe not at home ;
Diuefting ftate, as if you meant alone
To make your Servants loyall heart your throne :
Oh, fee how wide thofe values themfelues difplay
To entertaine his royall guefts ! furvey
What Arches^ triumphall. Statues, Alters, Shrines
Infcribd to your great names : hee thefe affignes
Soe from that ftock of zeale, his coarfe cates may
Borrow fome rellifh, though but thinly they
Coverd his narrow table, foe may theis
Succeeding trifles by that title pleafe.
Els, gratious Maddam, muft the influence
Of your faire eyes propitious beames difpence
To crowne fuch paftimes as hee could prouide
To oyle the lazie minutes as they Aide.

' Mr.Wyburd's MS., to which this and the Epilogue leem to be peculiar.
Thefe two pieces were probably written for Carew's mafque or entertainment
prepared for the Lord Chamberlain, when he received the King at Whitehall.
They therefore may appropriately accompany the Four Songs written for the
fame occafion.

" MS. has Arguei.

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For well hee knowes vpon your fmile depends
This night[s] fuccefs ; fince that alone comends
All his endeauors, giues the mufick praife.
Painters and vs, and guilds the Poet's bayes.

The Epilogue to the same Play.'

|UNGER is fliarp, the fated ftomack dull :
Feeding delights twixt emptinefs and full :
The pleafure lyes not in the end, but ftreames
That flowe betwixt two oppofite extreames.
Soe doth the flux from hott to cold combine
An equall temper : fuch is noble wine,
Twixt fullfome mufl: and vinegar too tart,
Meafures the fcratching betwixt itch and fmart.
It is a fliifting Tartar, that ftill flyes
From place to place : if it ftand ftill, it dyes.
After much reft, labour delights : when paine
Succeeds long trauaile, reft growes fweete againe.
Paine is the bafe, on which his nimble feete
Move in contynuall chaunge from fower to fweete.

This the Contriuer of your fports to night
Hath well obferued, and foe, to fix delight
In a perpetuall circle, hath applyed
The choyfeft obiedbs that care could provide
To euery fence. Onely himfelf hath felt
The load of this greate honour, and doth melt
All into humble thancks, and at your feete
Of both your majeftyes proftrates the fweete
Perfume of gratefuU fervice, which hee fweares
Hee will extend to fuch a length of yeares,

' Mr. Wyburd's MS. as above defcribed.

Thomas Carew, 145

As fitts not vs to tell, but doth belong

To a farre abler pen and nobler tongue.

Our talk ends heere : if wee haue hitt the lawes

Of true delight, his gladd heart joyes ; yet, 'caufe

You cannot to fucceeding pleafures climbe.

Till you growe weary of the inftant tyme,

Hee was content this laft peece fhould grow fower,

Onely to fweeten the infueing hower.

But if the Cook, Mufitian, Player, Poett'

Painter, and all, haue fail'd, hee'le make them know itt,

That haue abufd him : yett muft grieue att this,

Hee fhould doo pennance, when the fin was his.

To MY Lord Admirall,' on his late

SiCKNESSE AND RECOVERY.

ITH joy like ours, the Thracian youth invade
Orpheus returning from th' Elyfian ftiade.
Embrace the Heroe, and his ftay implore.
Make it their publike fuit he would no more
Defert them fo, and for his Spoufes fake.
His vaniflit love, tempt the Lethsean Lake.
The Ladies too, the brighteft of that time.
Ambitious all his lofty bed to climbe.
Their doubtfull hopes with expectation feed.
Which ftiall the faire Euridice fucceed ;
Euridice, for whom his numerous moan
Makes lift'ning Trees and favage Mountaines groane

^ The Duke of Buckingham , the unhappy favourite of Charles I. by
whom he was appointed Lord High Admiral of England. — D. Firft
printed in 1642.

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Through all the ayre his founding firings dilate
Sorrow like that which touch'd our hearts of late ;
Your pining ficknefle and your reftleffe paine
At once the Land affefting and the mayne.
When the glad newes that you were Admirall
Scarce through the Nation fpread, 'twas fear'd by all
That our great Charles, whofe wifdome ftiines in you.
Should be perplexed how to chufe a new :
So more then private was the joy and griefe
That, at the worft, it gave our foules relief.
That in our Age fuch fenfe of vertue liv'd.
They joy'd fo juftly, and fo juftly griev'd.

Nature, her faireft light eclipfed, feemes
Herfelfe to fuffer in thefe fad extreames ;
While not from thine alone thy blood retires.
But from thofe cheeks which all the world admires.
The ftem thus threatned and the fap, in thee
Droope all the branches of that noble Tree ;
Their beauties they, and we our love fufpend ;
Nought can our wifhes fave thy health intend :
As lillies over-charg'd with raine, they bend
Their beauteous heads, and with high heaven contend.
Fold thee within their fnowy armes, and cry.
He is too faultlefle and too young to die :
So, like Immortals, round about thee thay
Sit, that they fright approaching death away.
Who would not languifh, by fo faire a train
To be lamented and reftor'd againe ?
Or thus with-held, what hafty foule would goe.
Though to the Bleft ? Ore young Adonis fo
Faire Venus mourn'd, and with the precious ftiowre
Of her warme teares cherifht the fpringing flower.
The next fupport, faire hope, of your great name,
And fecond Pillar of that noble frame.
By lofs of thee would no advantage have.

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But, ftep by ftep, purfues thee to thy grave.

And now relentlefle Fate, about to end
The line, which backward doth fo farre extend
That Antique ftock, which ftill the world fupplies
With braveft fpirits and with brighteft eyes.
Kind Phcebus interpofing, bade me fay,
Such ftorms no more fhall fhake that houfe ; but they.
Like Neptune and his fea-born niece, fhall be
The fhining glories of the Land and Sea :
With courage guard, and beauty warm our Age,
And Lovers fill with like Poetique rage.

The retired Blood exhorted to returne in the

CHEEKES OF THE PaLE SiSTERS M"^ KaTHERINE

and M"=. Mary Nevill.^

TAY, coward blood, and do not yield
To thy pale fifter beauty's field,
Who, there difplaying all her white

Lnfigns, hath ufurp'd thy right ;

Invading thy peculiar throne.

The lip, where thou fhould'ft rule alone ;

And on the cheeke, where Nature's care

Allotted each an equal fliare.

The fpreading lily only grows,

Whofe milky deluge drowns thy rofe.
Quit not the field (faint blood) nor ruih

In the fhort fally of a blufh

^ Not in ed. 1640, but firft printed in that of 1642; Mr. Wyburd's
MS.; Addit. MS. 11811, fol. 11; Addit. MS. 22118, fol. 44. In the old
printed copy it is headed : On Mijirefs N. To the Green Sicknefs. The
title given to the poem in the prcfent text is authorized by Addit. MSS. n 8 1 1
and 221 18.

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Upon thy lifter foCj but ftrive
To keep an endlefs war alive ;
Though peace do petty ftates maintain,
Here war alone makes beauty reign.

To MisTRissE Katharine Nevill, on
HER Greene Sicknesse.^

fj^i^{ HITE Innocence, that now lyeft fpread,
Forfaken on thy widdowed bedd,

Cold and alone, if Feare, Love, hate.

Or fhame recall thy Crimfon Mate

From his dark Mazes to refide

With the[e] his chaft and mayden Bride,

That hee may never backward flowe,

Congeale him to thy virgin fnow :

Or if his owne heate with thy paire

Of neighbouring Suns and flameing hayre

Thawe him into a new divorce,

Leaft to thy heart hee take his courfe.

Oh lodge mee there, where He defeate

All future hopes of his retreate.

And force the fugitive to feeke

A conftant ftation in thy cheek.

Soe each fhall keepe his proper place :

I in your heart, hee in your face.

' Addit. MS. 1 1 8 1 1, fol. 1 1 ; Addit. MS. zz 1 1 8, fol. 43 ; Mr. Wyburd's
MS. ; not in the old editions.

Thomas Carew. 149

Againe an other of the same.'
Song.

RIGHT Albion, where the Queene of love
Prefling the pinion of her fnow-white Dove,
With filver harnefs ore thy faire
Region in Trivmph drives her ivory chaire ;

Where now retyr'd ftiee refts at home
In her white frothie bedd and native fome ;

Where the graye Morne through mifts of lawne
Snowing foft pearles fhootes an eternall dawne

On thy Elizian fhade. Thou bleft
Empire of love and beautie vnpofleft :

Chaft virgin kingdome, but create
Mee Monarch of thy free Eleftive State :

Lett me furround with circling armes
My beauteous Ifland, and with amorous charmes,

Mixt with this flood of frozen fnowe.
In crimfon flreames He force the redd fea flowe.

Upon a Mole in Celia's Bosom. ^

HAT lovely fpot which thou doft fee
In Celia's bofom was a bee,
Who built her amorous fpicy neft
r th' hyblas of hei either breafl ;

1 Mr, Wyburd's MS ; not in the old editions.

^ Old printed copies (but not in firft edit.); Mr. Wyburd's MS. (where
it is headed A mole betwixt Celias breafts).

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But from thofe ivory hives flie flew
To fuck tlie aromatic dew.
Which from the neighbour vale diftils.
Which parts thofe two twin-fifter hills ;
There feafting on ambrofial meat,
A rowling file of balmy fweat'
(As in foft murmurs before death
Swan-like ihe fung,) chok'd up her breath :
So fhe in water did expire,
More precious than the Phoenix fire.
Yet ftill her fhadow there remains
Confin'd to thofe Elyfian plains.
With this ftrift law, that who ftiall lay
His bold lips on that milky way,
The fweet and fmart from thence fhall bring
Of the bee's honey and her fling.

An Hymeneall Song on the Nuptials of the Lady
Ann Wentworth and the Lord Lovelace.**

REAK not the flumbers of the Bride,
But let the funne in Triumph ride,

Scattering his beamy light ;

When flie awakes, he fliall refigne
His rayes : and flie alone flnall fliine
In glory all the night.

For flie, till day returne, muft keepe
An Amorous Vigill and not fleepe
Her fayre eyes in the dew of fleepe.

' Printed copies rtzd. fweet.

' Firft printed in 1642. Not in firft edition.

Thomas Carew. 151

Yet gently whifper as fhe lies,
And fay her Lord waits her uprife,

The Priefts at the Altar ftay ;
With flow'ry wreathes the Virgin crew
Attend, while fome with rofes ftrew.

And Mirtles trim the way.

Now to the Temple and the Prieft
See her convaid, thence to the Feaft ;
Then back to bed, though not to reft.

For now, to crowne his faith and truth.
Wee muft admit the noble youth

To revell in Loves fpheare ;
To rule, as chiefe Intelligence,
That Orbe, and happy time difpence

To wretched Lovers here.

For they're exalted far above

All hope, feare, change, nor try ' to move

The wheele that fpins the fates of Love.

They know no night, nor glaring noone,
Meafure no houres of Sunne or Moone,

Nor mark time's reftleffe Glafs ;
Their kifles meafure as they flow,
Minutes, and their embraces fhew

The howers as they pafTe.

Their Motions the yeares Circle make.
And we from their conjunctions take
Rules to make Love an Almanack.

' Old copies read or they.

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A Married Woman.*

|HEN I fhall marry, if I doe not find
A wife thus moulded, I'le create this mind :
Nor from her noble birth, nor ample dower.
Beauty or wit, fhall fhe derive a power
To prejudice my right ; but if fhe be
A fubjeft borne, fhe fhall be fo to me :
As to the foul the flefh, fo^ Appetite
To reafon is ; which fhall our wils unite
In habits fo confirm'd, as no rough fway
Shall once appeare, if fhe but learne t' obay.
For in habituall vertues fenfe is wrought
To that calme temper, as the bodie's thought
To have nor blood nor gall, if wild and rude
Paflions of Lufl: and Anger are fubdu'd ;
When 'tis the faire obedience to the foule
Doth in the birth thofe fwelling Ads controule .
If I in murder fleepe my furious rage.
Or with Adult'ry my hot luft afTwage,
Will it fufEce to fay my fenfe (the Beafl)
Provokt me to't ? Could I my foule divefl.
My plea were good. Lyons and Buls commit
Both freely, but man mufl in judgement fit.
And tame this Beaft ; for Adam was not free.
When in excufe he faid. Eve gave it me :
Had he not eaten, fhe perhaps had beene
Vnpunifht ; his confent made hers a finne.

' Firft printed in fecond edition.

^ This correftion is faggefted in a MS. note to a copy of the edition of
1642 in theBritifh Mufeum. The old copies read as.

Thomas Carew. 153

•

A Divine Love/

HY fhould dull Art, which Is wife Natures ape.
If fhe produce a Shape
So far beyond all patternes that of old
Fell from her mold.
As thine, (admir'd Lucinda !) not bring forth
An equall wonder to exprefle that worth

In fome new way, that hath.
Like her great worke, no print of vulgar path ?

II.
Is it becaufe the rapes of Poetry,

Rifleing the fpacious fky
Of all his fires, light, beauty, influence.

Did thofe difpence
On ayrie creations that furpafl:
The reall workes of Nature, fhe at lafl,

To prove their raptures vaine,
Shew'd fuch a light as Poets could not faine ?

III.
Or is it 'caufe the fadbious wits did vie

With vaine Idolatry,
Whofe Goddefle was fupreame, and fo had hurld

Scifme through the world,
Whofe Priefl; fung fweeteft layes, thou didft appeare
A glorious myflerie, fo darke, fo cleare.

As nature did intend
All fhould confefle, but none might comprehend ?

' Firft printed in 1 642 .
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IV.

Perhaps all other beauties fhare a light

Proportion'd to the fight

Of weake mortality, fcatt'ring fuch loofe fires
As fl:irre defires,

And from the braine diftill fait, amorous rhumes ;

Whilfl: thy immortall flame fuch drofs confumes.
And from the earthy mold

With purging fires fevers the purer gold ?

V.

If fo, then why in Fames immortall fcrowle

Doe we their names inroule,

Whofe eafie hearts and wanton eyes did fweat
With fenfuall heate ?

If Petrarkes unarm'd bofome catch a wound

From a light glance, mufl: Laura be renown'd ?
Or both a glory gaine,

He from ill-govern'd Love, fhe from Difdain ?

VI.

Shall he more fam'd in his great Art become
For wilfull martyrdome ?

Shall fhe more title gaine to chafte and faire
Through his difpaire ?

Is Troy more noble 'caufe to afhes turn'd.

Then virgin Cities that yet never burn'd ?
Is fire, when it confumes

Temples, more fire, then when it melts perfumes ?

VII.

'Caufe Venus from the Ocean took her form,

Mufl; Love needs be a fl:orme ?

'Caufe flie her wanton Ihrines in Iflands reares.
Through feas of tears.

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Ore Rocks and Gulphs, with our owne fighs for gale,
Muft we to Cyprus or to Paphos fayle ?

Can there no way be given,
But a true Hell, that leads to her falfe Heaven ?

Loves Force.*

N the firft ruder Age, when love was wild.
Not yet by Lawes reclaim' d, not reconcil'd

To order, nor by Reafon mann'd, but flew,

Full-fumm'd by Nature, on the inflant view.

Upon the wings of Appetite at all

The eye could faire or fenfe delightful! call :

Eleiflion was not yet ; but as their cheape

Food from the Oake, or the next Acorne heape.

As water from the nearefl fpring or brooke.

So men their undiftinguifht females took

By chance, not choice. But foone the heavenly fparke

That in mans bofome lurkt broke through this darke

Confufion ; then the nobleft breaft firfl: felt

Itfelfe for its owne proper objeft melt.

A Fancy.^

ARKE how this polifht Eafterne fheet
Doth with our Northerne tindture meet ;
For though the paper feeme to finke.
Yet it receives and bears the Inke ;

1 Firft printed in 1642.

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And on her fmooth foft brow thefe fpots

Seeme rather ornaments then blots.

Like thofe you Ladies ufe to place

Myfterioufly about your face ;

Not only to fet off and breake

Shaddowes and Eye-beames, but to fpeake

To the fkild Lover, and relate,

Vnheard, his fad or happy fate.

Nor do their Charafters delight.

As carelefs workes of black and white :

But 'caufe you underneath may find

A fence that can informe the mind ;

Divine or moral rules impart.

Or Raptures of Poetick Art :

So what at firft was only fit

To fold up filkes, may wrap up wit.

To HIS Mistress.'

I.

RIEVE not, my Celia, but with hafte
Obey the fury of thy fate :
'Tis fome perfedtion to wafte
Difcreetly out our wretched ftate,
To be obedient in this fenfe
Will prove thy vertue, though offence.

11.

Who knows but deftiny may relent ?
For many miracles have been,

' Firft printed in 1671.

'Thomas Carew. i^j

Thou proving thus obedient

To all the griefs fhe plung'd thee in ;
And then the certainty fhe meant
Reverted is by accident.

III.

But yet I muft confefs 'tis much.

When we remember what hath been,
Thus parting never more to touch.

To let eternal abfence in ;
Though never was our pleafure yet
So pure, but chance diftradled it.

IV.

What, fhall we then fubmit to fate.

And dye to one anothers love ?
No, Celia, no, my foul doth hate

Thofe Lovers that inconftant prove.
Fate may be cruel, but if you decline,
The Crime is yours, and all the glory mine.

Fate and the Planets fometimes bodies part,
But canker'd nature only alters th' heart.

Song.'

OME, my Celia, let us prove,
While we may, the fports of love ;

Time will not be ours for ever :

He at length our good will fever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain ;

Cotgrave's fFits Interpreter, 1655, p. 141. Not in the editions.

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Suns that fet may rife again.
But if once we lofe this light,
'Tis with us perpetuall night.
Why fhould we defer our joyes ?
Fame and rumour are but toyes.
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor houfhold fpies ?
Or his eafier eares beguile,
So removed by our wile ?
'Tis no fin loves fruit to fteal.
But the fweet theft to reveal.
To be taken, to be feen :
Thefe have crimes accounted been.

In Praise of his Mistress.'

I.

PU, that will a wonder know,
Go with me,
Two Suns in a Heaven of Snow
Both burning be
All they fire, that do but eye them,
But the fnow's unmelted by them.

II.

Leaves of Crimfon Tulips met.
Guide the way

Where Two Pearly rows be fet

As white as day.

When they part themfelves afimder.

She breathes Oracles of wonder.

1 Firft printed in 1 671.

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III.

Hills of Milk with Azure mix'd
Swell beneath.

Waving fweetly, yet ftill fix'd,

While fhe doth breath.

From thofe hills defcends a valley.

Where all fall, that dare to dally.

IV.

As fair Pillars underftand

Statues Two,

Whiter than the Silver Swan

That fwims in Po ;

If at any time they move her.

Every ftep begets a Lover.

V.

All this but the Cafket is

Which contains

Such a Jewel, as the mifs

Breeds endlefs pains ;

That's her mind, and they that know it

May admire, but cannot fhow it.

To Celia upon Love's Ubiquity.'

S one that ftrives, being fick, and fick to death,
By changing places to preferve a breath,
A tedious reftlefs breath : removes and tries
A thoufand rooms, a thoufand policies.
To cozen pain, when he thinks to find eafe,
At lafl: he finds all change, but his difeafe ;

' Firft printed in 1671.

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So (like a Ball with fire and powder fill'd)

I reftlefs am, yet live, each minute kill'd.

And with that moving torture muft retain,

(With change of all things elfe) a conftant pain .

So I ftay with you, prefence is to me

Nought but a light to fhew my mifery.

And parting are as racks, to plague love on ,

The further ftretch'd, the more affliction.

Go I to Holland, France, or furtheft Inde,

I change but onely countreys, not my mind.

And though I pafs through Air and Water free,

Defpair and hopelefs fate ftill follow me.

Whilft in the bofome of the waves I reel,

My heart I'll liken to the tottering Keel,

The Sea to my own troubled fate, the Wind

To your difdain, fent from a foul unkind :

But when I lift my fad looks to the fkies.

Then fhall I think I fee my Celia's Eyes ;

And when a Cloud or Storm appears between,

I fhall remember what her frowns have been.

Thus, whatfoever courfe my fates allow.

All things but make me mind my bufinefs — you.

The good things that I meet, I think fbreams be

From you the Fountain ; but when bad I fee,

How vile and curfed is that thing, think I,

That to fuch goodnefs is fo contrary !

My whole life is 'bout you, the center flar.

But a perpetual Motion Circular.

I am the Dials hand, ftill walking round ;

You are the Compafs ; and I never found

Beyond your Circle ; neither can I fhew

Aught but what firft expreffed is in you,

That wherefoe'r my Tears do caufe me move,

My fate ftill keeps me bounded with your love ;

Which ere it die, or be extind: in me.

Time fhall ftand ftill, and moift Waves flaming be:

Thomas Carew. r6i

Yet being gone, think not on me ; I am
A thing too wretched for thy thoughts to name ;
But when I die, and wifh all comforts given,
rie think on you, and by you think on heaven.

On his Mistress going to Sea.^

AREWELL, fair Saint ! may not the feas and wind
Swell like the heart and eyes you leave behind ;

But, calm and gentle (as the lookes you beare)

Smile on your face, and whifper in your eare.

Let no bold Billow offer to arife.

That it may nearer look upon your eyes :

Left wind and wave, enamour'd of your Forme,

Should throng and crowd themfelves into a ftorme.

But if it be your fate (vafte Seas) to love.
Of my becalmed breaft learn how to move ;
Move then, but in a gentle Lovers pace :
No furrows nor no wrinkles in your face.

And ye, fierce wind, fee that you tell your tale
In fuch a breath as may but fill her Sail :
So, whilft ye court her, each his fev'rall way.
Ye will her fafely to her Port convay.

And lofe her in a noble way of wooing,
Whilft both contribute to your own undoing.

' Ayres and Dialogues, by H. Lawes, book i. p. lo; Abraham Wright's
Parnajfus Biceps, 1657, p. 120. Not in the edits. The lines alfo occur with
many literal variations, and a Latin verfion entitled, Domincs Navigaturee, in
Fanftiawe's tranflation of Guarini's Pajior Fido, 1648.

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JELL me, Eutrefta^ fince my fate
And thy more powerful! Forme decrees
_______ My heart an Immolation at thy Shrine,

Where it is ever to incline.

How I muft love, and at what rate,

And by what fteps and what degrees

I fhall my hopes enlarge, and my defires confine ?

A.
Firft when thy flames begin.
See they burne all within.
And fo, as lookers on may not defcry,
Smoake in a figh, or fparkle in an eye,
I'de have thy love a good while there.
Ere thine owne heart fhould be aware.
And I my felfe would choofe to know it
Firft by thy care and cunning not to fhow it.

When my flame thine owne way is thus betrayd ;
Muft it be ftill afrayd ?

' This, like the preceding piece, not included hitherto in any colleftion of
Carew's writings, occurs at the end of Sir Richard Fanfliawe's tranflation of
Guarini's Paftor Fido, 1648, 4to, and 1664, 8vo, among Fanfliawe's mifcel-
laneous poems and tranflations. The prefent verfes are headed : Written by
Mr. T. C. of his Maiefties Bed-Ch amber, and are much in Carew's ufual
manner. By a curious (apparent) error in the index to the volume, the two
poems are faid there to be " by Miftris T. C." and the name of the lady is
changed from Eutrejia to Lucretia. Fanfliawe has added a Latin verfion of
both produilions ; on the firft he has beftowed the title of Methodus Amandi.

It is to be added that Ellis met with a copy of the prefent poem in a MS.
then belonging to Malone, but not now in the Bodleian, and printed it with
modernized fpelling in his Specimens of the Early Englijh Poets (edit. 1801,
iii. 144-6). The text here ufed feems, on the whole, preferable.

Thomas Carew. 163

May it not be fharpfighted too afwell,

And know thou knowft that which it dares not tell ;

And by that knowledge finde it may

Tell it felfe ore a lowder way ?

B.

Let me alone a while.

For fo thou maift beguile

My heart to a confent,

Long ere it meant.

For while I dare not difaprove,

Leaft that betray a knowledge of thy love,

I fhall be fo accuftom'd to allow,

That I fhall not know how

To be difpleas'd, when thou fhalt it avow.

3-
When by loves powerfull fecret fympathy
Our Soules are got thus nigh,
And that by one another feene.
There needs no breath to goe betweene.
Though in the maine agreement of our breafts
Our Hearts fubfcribe as Interefts,
Will it not need
The Tongues figne too as Witnejfe to the deed ?

C.

Speake then, but when you tell the tale

Of what you ayle.

Let it be fo diforder'd that I may

Guefle onely thence what you would fay.

Then to fpeake fence

Were an offence.

And 'twill thy pafTion tell the fubtleft way

Not to know what to fay.

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Mr. Carew to his Frind.^

IKE to the hand, that hath bine vfd to playe
One leflbn longe, ftill runns the felfe fame way.
And waights not what the heavens bidde yt ftricke,
But dothe prefume by cuftome this will like.
Soe runne my thoughts which are foe perfed: growne,
Soe well acquainted with my pafTion,
That now they dare preuent me with their haft.
And ere I thincke to fighe, my fighe is paft :
Its paft and flowen to you, for you alone
Are all the objedl that I thincke vppon ;
And did not you fupplye my foule with thought.
For want of adion ytt to none were brought.
What, though our abfent armes may not infolde
Reall embraces, yet wee firmly hold w

Each other in pofleffion ; thus wee fee
The lord enioyes his lands, whear ere hee bee.
If kings pofles no more then whear they fate,
What would they greater then a meane eftate ?
This makes me firmlye yours, you firmlye myne.
That fomthing more then bodies us combine.

HEN, Celia, I intend to flatter you.
And tell you lyes to make you true,
I fwear

Theres none fo fair ;
And you believe it, too.

' MS. Afhmole 38, art. 81. This is not in the old copies, but has been
printed by Blifs in his edition of the Oxford Athena (edit. Blifs, ii. 659).

Thomas Carew. 165

Oft have I match'd you with the rofe, and faid
No twins fo like hath Nature made ;

But 'tis

Only in this :
You prick my hand, and fade.

Oft have I faid there is no precious ftone,

But may be found in you alone.

Though I
No ftone efpy,
Unlefs your heart be one.

When I praife your fkin, I quote the wool,

That filkworms from their entrails pul.

And fhew

That new fal'n fnow
Is not more beautiful.

Yet grow not proud by fuch Hyperboles :
Were you as excellent as thefe.

While I
Before you lie.
They might be had with eafe.'

On Munday of Oxford.^

OD blefle the Sabbath ! fye on worldly pelfe !
The weeke begins on Tuefday : Munday has hanged
himfelfe.

^ Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1655, P- '°^- -N^"' ^^ '^^ edits. Given
to Carew conjefturally.

' This and the following epigrams are inferted on the authority of Harl.
MS. 6917, where they occur among other undoubted poems by Carew.
They were probably metejeux d'ejprit preferved by accident.

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Epigram.

ALL Phillip flatt-noje, and he fretts at that :
And yet this Phillip hath a nofe that's flatt.

On one that Dyed of the Wind-Collick.

ERE lyes John Dumbelow, who dyed becaufe he

was fo.
If his tayle could haue fpoke, his hart had not broke.

On a Child's Death.

CHILD, and dead ! alas, how could it come ?
Surely the thread of life was but a thrum me !

Commendatory Verfes.

To MY HONOURED FRIEND, MaSTER ThOMAS MaY,
UPON HIS COMEDIE, ThE HeIRE.'

HE Heire, being bornCj was in his tender age
Rockt in the Cradle of a private Stage,
Where, lifted up by many a willing hand.
The child did from the firft day fairely ftand ;
Since, having gather'd ftrength, he dares pre-
ferre

His fteps into the publike Theater,
The World : where he defpaires not but to find-
A doome from men more able, not lefie kind.

1 Old printed copies of Carevv's poems ; prefixed to the edit, of The Heire,
4". 1633; Mr. Wyburd's MS. (the firft four lines only). This drama was
written in or before 1 620 ; but at what period Carew's encomium may have
been compofed, is flightly uncertain. The probability feems to be, however,
that the verfes were written in 1633, to accompany the printed copy of the
play. " Thefe complimentary verfes muft be confidered rather as a tribute to
Friendfliip than to Genius; for, though May was a competitor with Sir
William D'Avenant for the Royal Laurel, his abilities were much lefs
fplendid. He tranflated the Georgics of Virgil and Lucan's Pharfalia, and
was the Hiftorian of the Oliverian Parliament." — D.

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I but his Ufher am, yet if my word
May pafle, I dare be bound he will afford
Things muft deferve a welcome, if well knowne.
Such as beft writers would have wiftit their owne.

You fhall obferve his words in order meet.
And foftly ftealing on with equall feet
Slide into even numbers with fuch grace,
As each word had beene moulded for that place.

You fhall perceive an amorous paflion fpunne
Into fo fmooth a web, as had the Sunne,
When he purfu'd the fwiftly flying Maid,'
Courted her in fuch language, fhe had flaid ;
A love fo well exprefl mufl be the fame
The Authour felt himfelfe from his faire flame.

The whole plot doth alike itfelfe difclofe
Through the five A6ts," as doth a Locke that goes
With letters, for, till every one be knowne.
The Lock's as fafl as if you had found none;
And where his fportive Mufe doth draw a thread
Of mirth, chaft Matrons may not blufh to reade.

Thus have I thought it fitter to reveale
My want of art, deare friend, than to conceale
My love. It did appeare I did not meane
So to commend thy well-wrought Comick fcene,
As men might judge my aime rather to be
To gaine praife to my felfe, than give it thee ;
Though I can give thee none but what thou haft
Deferv'd, and what muft my faint breath out-laft.

Yet was this garment (though I fkillefTe be
To take thy meafure) onely made for thee.
And if it prove too fcant, 'tis caufe the ftufFe
Nature allow'd me was not large enough.*

1 Alludes to the fable of Apollo and Daphne. — D.

^ The text of 1640 has been collated with the 4°. edit, of the Heire ; it
was not thought worth while to note the trivial differences of orthography.

Thomas Carew. 169

To MY WORTHY FRIEND MaSTER GeORGE SaNDYS,
ON HIS TRANSLATION OF THE PsALME.

PRESSE not to the quire, nor dare I greet
The holy Place with my unhallowed feet ;

My unwafht Mufe pollutes not things divine.

Nor mingles her prophaner notes with thine ;

Here humbly at the Porch flie liftning ftayes.

And with glad eares fucks in thy Sacred Layes.

So devout penitents of old were wont.

Some without dore, and fome beneath the Font,

To ftand and heare the Churches Liturgies,

Yet not aflift the folemne Exercife :

Sufficeth her that flie a Lay-place gaine,

To trim thy Veftments, or but beare thy traine ;

Though nor in Tune nor Wing fhe reach thy Larke,

Her Lyrick feet may dance before the Arke.

Who knowes but that her wandring eyes, that run

Now hunting Glow-wormes, may adore the Sun ;

A pure Flame may, fhot by Almighty Power

Into my breft, the earthy flame devoure.

My Eyes in Penitentiall dew may fteepe

That brine which they for fenfuall love did weepe ;

So, though Cgainft Natures courfe) fire may be quencht

With fire, and water be with water drencht.

Perhaps my reftleflie Soul, tyr'de with perfuit

Of mortal! beauty, feeking without fruit

* Thefe lines were originally prefixed to A Paraphraje vpon the Divine
Poems. By George Sandys, Lond. 1638, folio. A fecond edition appeared
in 1648, without place or printer's name, 8°. " Dryden calls him the beft
verfifier of his time." — D.

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Contentment there which hath not, when enjoy 'd,

Quencht all her thirft, nor fatisfi'd, though cloy'd ;

Weary of her vaine fearch below, above

In the firft Faire may find th' immortall Love.

Prompted by thy Example then, no more

In moulds of Clay will I my God adore ;

But teare thofe idols from my heart, and write

What his bleft Sp'rit, not fond love, ftiall indite ;

Then I no more fhall court the Verdant Bay,

But the dry leavelefle Trunke on Golgotha ;

And rather ftrive to gaine from thence one Thorne,

Than all the flourifhing Wreathes by Laureats worne.

To MY MUCH HONOURED FRIEND, HeNRY LoRD CaRY

OF Lepington, upon his translation
OF Malvezzi.'

My Lord,

N every triviall worke 'tis knowne
Tranflators muft be matters of their owne

And of their Author's language ; but your tafke

A greater latitude of fkill did afke ;
For your Malvezzi firft requir'd a man
To teach him fpeak vulgar Italian.
His matter's fo fublime, fo now his phrafe
So farre above the ftile of Bemboe's dayes.

' Old printed copies. Thefe lines were originally prefixed to the fecond
edition of Malvezzi's Romulus and Tarquin, tranflated by Henry Gary, Lord
Lepington, Lond. 1638, I2">. There was an edition of this work in 1637
without the verfes by Carew, Suckling and others, and with the tranflator's
name in a monogrammatical difguife.

Thomas Carew. iy\

Old Varchie's rules, or what the Crufca yet

For currant Tufcan mintage will admit,

As I beleeve your Marquefle, by a good

Part of his natives, hardly underftood.

You muft expedt no happier fate ; 'tis true

He is of noble birth, of nobler you :

So nor your thoughts nor words fit common eares ;

He writes, and you tranflate, both to your peeres.

To MY WORTHY FRIEND, M. D'AvENANT, UPON HIS
EXCELLENT PLAY, ThE JuST ItALIAN.'

jLE not raifpend in praife the narrow roome
I borrow in this leafe ; the garlands bloome
From thine owne feedes, that crowne each glorious
page
Of thy triumphant worke ; the fullen age
Requires a fatyre. What ftarre guides the foule
Of thefe our froward times, that dare controule,
Yet dare not learne 'to judge ? When didft thou flie
From hence, cleare, candid Ingenuitie ?
I have beheld when, pearch'd on the fmooth brow
Of a faire modeffc troope, thou didft allow
Applaufe to (lighter workes ; but then the weake
Spectator gave the knowing leave to fpeake.

^ Old printed copies of Carew's Poems; Davenant's luji Italian, 1630,
4°, fign. A. 2 verfo and A 3 reBo. " This gentleman, who was fuppofed, but
with the greateft improbability, to be a natural fon of Shakefpear, was one
of the firft Poets of his time. It was he who harmonized the ftage. He
firft introduced fcenery, and the order and Decorum of the French Theatre,
upon the Britifh one. He fucceeded Ben Johnfon as Poet Laufeat to
Charles."— D,

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Now noyfe prevailes, and he is tax'd for drowth

Of wit that with the crie fpends not his mouth.

Yet afke him reafon why he did not like ;

Him, why he did : their ignorance will ftrike

Thy foule with fcorne and pity. Marke the places

Provoke their fmiles, frownes, or diftorted faces.

When they admire, nod, Ihake the head, — they'le be

A fcene of myrth, a double comedie.

But thy ftrong fancies (raptures of the braine,

Dreft in poetique flames,) they entertaine

As a bold, impious reach ; for they'le ftill flight

All that exceeds Red BulP and Cockpit flight.

Thefe are the men in crowded heape that throng

To that adulterate fl:age, where not a tong

Of th' untun'd kennell can a line repeat

Of ferious fence : but like lips meet like meat ;

Whilfl: the true brood of aftors, that alone

Keepe naturall unfl:rain'd aftion in her throne.

Behold their benches bare, though they rehearfe

The terfer Beaumont's or great Johnfon's verfe.

Repine not thou then, fince this churlifli fate

Rules not the fl:age alone ; perhaps the State

Hath felt this rancour, where men great and good

Have by the rabble beene mifunderftood.

So was thy Play, whofe cleere, yet loftie fl:raine

Wife men, that governe fate, fliall entertaine.

' After the Reftoration, there were two companies of Players formed, one
under the title of the Kings Servants, the other that of the Duke's Company,
both by patent from the Crown; the lirft granted to Mr. [Thomas] Killi-
grew, and the latter to Sir William D'Avenant. The King's Servants adled
firft at the Red Bull in St. John's Street, and afterwards at the Cockpit in
Drury-Lane, to which places our Poet here alludes. It feems by the verfes
before us that, though Killigrew's company was much inferior to D'Avenant's,
it was more fuccefsful, though the company of the latter, who performed at
the Duke's theatre in Lincoln's Inn Fields, afled the pieces of Shakefpeare,
Johnfon, Beaumont, and were headed by the celebrated Betterton. — D.

Thomas Carew. 173

To THE Reader of Master William
Davenant's Play.'

|T hath been faid of old, that playes bee Feafts,
Poets the Cookes, and the Speftators Guefts,
The Aftors Waiters. From this Simiiie
Some have deriv'd an unfafe libertie
To ufe their Judgements as their Taftes, which chufe
Without controule this Difh, and that refufe ;
But Wit allowes not this large Priviledge :
Either you muft confefle, or feele it's edge ;
Nor (hall you make a currant inference,
\i you transfer your reafon to your fenfe :
Things are diftindb, and muft the fame appeare
To every piercing Eye or well-tun'd Eare.
Though fweets with yours, fliarps beft with my taft meet ;
Both muft agree, this meat's or fharpe or fweet :
But if I f[c]ent a ftench or a perfume,
Whilft you fmell nought at all, I may prefume
You have that fenfe imperfedt : So you may
AfFedl a fad, merry, or humerous Play,
If, though the kind diftafte or pleafe, the Good
And Bad be by your Judgement underftood ;
But if, as in this play, where with delight
I feaft my Epicurean appetite
With reliifties fo curious, as difpence
The utmoft pleafure to the ravifht fenfe.
You ftiould profeffe that you can nothing meet
That hits your tafte either with fharpe or fweet,

' Old printed copies. Thefe lines were originally prefixed to The Witts,
a Comedie, &c. Lond. 1636, 4°, which text has been collated with that
of 1 640.

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But cry out, 'tis infipid, your bold Tongue
May doe it's Matter, not the Author wrong ;
For men of better Pallat will by it
Take the juft elevation of your Wit.

To MY FRIEND, Will. ^D'AVENANT.

CROWDED 'mongft the firft to fee the ftage
(Infpir'd by thee) ftrike wonder in our age,

By thy bright fancie dazled ; where each fceane

Wrought like a charme, and forc't the audience leane

To th' paffion of thy pen. Thence ladyes went

(Whofe abfence lovers figh'd for) to repent

Their unkind fcorne, and courtiers, who by art

Made love before with a converted heart.

To wed thofe virgins, whom they woo'd t' abufe ;

Both rendred Hymen's pros'lits by thy mufe.

But others, who were proofe 'gainft love, did fit
To learne the fubtle diftats of thy wit ;
And as each profited, took his degree,
Matter or bachelor, in comedie.
Wee of th' adult'rate mixture not complaine ;
But thence more charadters of vertue gaine ;
More pregnant patternes of tranfcendent worth.
Than barren and infipid truth brings forth :
So oft the battard nobler fortune meets
Than the dull iflue of the lawfuU fheets.

Thomas Carew. 175

To Will. Davenant my Friend.*

SHEN I behold, by warrants from thy Pen,
A Prince rigging our Fleets, arming our Men ;
Conducing to remoteft fhores our force
(Without a Dido to retard his courfe).
And thence repelling in fucceffe-full fight
Th' ufurping Foe (whofe ftrength was all his Right)
By two brave Heroes (whom wee juftly may
By Homer's Ajax or Achilles lay),
I doubt the Author of the Tale of Troy,
With him that makes his Fugitive enjoy
The Carthage Queene, and thinke thy Poem may
Impofe upon Pofteritie, as they
Have done on us : what though Romances lye
Thus blended with more faithfuU Hiftorie,
Wee of th' adult'rate mixture not complaine.
But thence more Charadlers of Vertue gaine ;
More pregnant Patterns of tranfcedent worth.
Than barren and infipid Truth brings forth :
So oft the Baftard nobler fortune meets
Than the dull iflue of the lawfuU fheets.

1 This is another, and the original, verfion of the copy of verfes juft
given. I print them precifely as they occur among the Prolegomena to
Madagafcar 1 With other Poems. By W. Davenant, Lond, 1638, 12".
In both texts the conclufion is fimilar.

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A Paraphrafe of Certain Pfalms.

PSALME I.'

APPIE the man that dothe not walke
In wicked counfells, nor hath lent
His glad eare to the rayling talke
Of (korners, nor his prompt fteeps* bent
To wicked pathes, where finners went.

But to thofe fafer trafts confinde,

Which Gods law-giueing finger made,

Neuer withdrawes his weried mynde
From pradize of that ho) ye trade.

By noonedayes funne or midnights fhade.

' MS. Afhmole 38. No other copy feems to be known. It has been
printed already in Fry's Bibliographical Memoranda, 18 16, but for the prefent
purpofe the text has been collated with the MS.

* Steps.

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Like the fayre plante whom neighbouring flouds

Refrefh, whofe leafe feeles no decay es ;
That not alone w"" flattering buds,

But earely fruitts his Lords hope payes :

So ftiall he thriue in all his wayes.

But the loofe finner fhall not fhare

Soe fixt a flate ; like the light duft,
That vpp and downe the empty ayre

The wylde wynd driues w"' various guft :

Soe fhall crofle fortunes tofs th' unjuft.

Therfore, att the lafl: judgement day.
The trembling finnefull foule fhall hyde

His confufed face, nor fhall he flay,
Whear the eledted troopes abyde.
But fhall be chafed farr from theire fide.

For the clere pathes of righteous men

To the all-feeing Lord are knowne ;
But the darke maze and difmall den,

Whear finners wander vpp and downe,

Shall by his hand be overthrowne.

PSALME 2.'
I, 2, 3.

HY rage the heathen, wherefore fwell

The People with vaine thoughts, why meete
Theire Kings in counfell to rebell
'Gainfl God and Chrifl:, trampling his fweete.
But broken, bonds vnder their feete ?

' MS. Afhmok 38 and Mr. Wyburd's MS. From thefe fources are alfo
derived Pfalms 51, 91, 104, 113 and 114, which follow.

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4, 5j 6. Alas, the glorious God that hath

His throne in heaven, derides th' vnfound
Plotts of weak mortalls : in his wrath

Thus Ihall hee fpeak : my felf hath crownd
The Monarch of my holy ground.

7, 8. I will declare what God hath told ;

Thou art my fonne : this happie day
Did thie incarnate birth vnfould ;
Aflc, and the heathen fhall obey,
With the remoteft Earth, thy fway,

9j io, II. Thy rodd of iron fhall, if Kings ryfe
Againft thee, bruife them into duft
Like potts of clay ; therefore bee wife,
Yee Princes, and learne judgments iuft :
Serve God with feare : tremble, yet truft.

12. Kifie and doe hommage to the Sonne,*
Leaft his difpleafure ruyne bring,
For if the fire bee but begunn.

Then happie thofe that themfelues fling
Vnder the fhelter of his wing.

PsALME 51.

OOD God, vnlock thy magazins
Of mercie, and forgive my finnes.

2. Oh, wafh and purifie the foule
Pollution of my fin-fl:aynd foule.

Both the MS. have Sunn.

Thomas Carew. 179

3. For I confefTe my faults, that lye
In horrid ftiapes before myne eye.

4. Againft the[e] onely and alone.
In thie fight was this evill donne,
That all men might thy luftice fee.
When thou art iudg'd for iudgeing mee.

5. Euen from my birth I did begin
With mothers milk to fuck, in finn.

6. But thou lov'ft truth, and fhalt impart
Thy fecret wifdome to my heart.

7. Thou fhalt with yfopp purge mee, foe
Shall I feeme white as mountaine fnowe.

8. Thou fhalt fend ioyfull newes, and then
My broaken bones growe flrong againe.

9. Lett not thine eyes my fins furvey ;
But cafl thofe cancell'd debts away.

10. Oh, make my cleans'd heart a pure cell.
Where a renewed fpiritt may dwell.

1 1 . Caft mee not from thy fight, nor chafe
Away from mee thy fpiritt of grace.

1 2. Send mee thy faueing health againe,

And with thy Spiritt thofe ioyes mainetaine.

13. Then will I preach thy wayes, and drawe
Converted finners to thy lawe.

14, 15. Oh God, my God of health, vnfeale
My blood-fhutt lipps, and He reveale
What mercyes in thy juftice dwell.
And with lowd voyce thy praifes tell.

16, 17. Could facrifice haue purgd my vice.
Lord, I had brought thee facrifice ;

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But though burnt oiFerings are refus'd.
Thou flialt accept the heart that's bruis'd
The humbled foule, the fpiritt oppreft :
Lord, fuch oblations pleafe the[e] beft.

1 8. Blefs SyoHj Lord; repaire with pittie
The ruynes of thy holy Cittie.

19. Then will wee holy dower prefent thee.
And peace oiFerings that content thee ;
And then thyne Alters {hall be preft
With many a facrificed beaft.

PSALME

I, 2, 3.

AKE the greate God thy Fort, and dwell
In him by faith, and doe not care
(Soe fhaded) for the power of hell
Or for the cunning Fowler's fnare,
Or poyfon of th' infeded ay re.

4, 5. His plumes fhall make a downy bedd,

Where thou fhalt reft : hee fhall dilplay
His wings of truth over thy head

Which, like a fhield, fhall drive aw^y
The feares of night, the darts of day.

6, 7. The winged plague that flyes by night.
The murdering fword that kills by day.
Shall not thy peacefull fleepes affright.
Though on thy right and left hand they
A thoufand and ten thoufand flay.

Thomas Carew. iSi

8, 9, lo. Yet fhall thine eyes behould the fall
Of finners ; but, becaufe thy heart
Dwells with the Lord, not one of all
Thofe ills, nor yet the plaguie dart.
Shall dare approach neere where thou art.

II, 12, 13. His Angells fhall diredt thie leggs.

And guard them in the ftony ftreets :
On lyons' whelps and addars' eggs

Thy ftepps fliall march ; and if thou meete
With draggons, they fhall kifs thy feete.

14 ,15, 16, When thou art troubled, hee fhall heare.
And help thee for thy loue embraft.
Unto ' his narne ; therefore hee'l reare
Thy honours high, and when thou haft
Enioyd them long, faue the[e] att lafl.

PsALME 104.^

I.

Y foule the great Gods praifes fings.

Encircled round with glorious wings.

2. Cloath'd with light, o're whome the fkie
Hangs like a ftarry cannopie.

3. Whoe dwells vppon the gliding flreames,
Enamel'd with his golden beames :
Enthron'd in clouds, as in a chayre,
Hee rydes in tryvmph through the ayre.

1 The MSS. have And knowe and And knew.

= Befides the copies in Aihm. MS. 38 and in Mr. Wyburd's MS. there
is one in Addit. MS zz, 118, fol. 35-6. All the texts have been collated.

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4. The winds and flameing element
Are on his greate Ambaffage fent.

5. The fabrick of the Earth fhall ftand
For aye, built by his powerfull hand.

6, 7, 8, 9. The floods that with theire watry robe
Once coverd all this earthlie Globe,
Soone as thie thundering voyce was heard,
Fledd fafl:, and ftraight the hills appear'd :
The humble valleys fawe the Sunn,
Whilft the affrighted waters runn
Into theire channells, and noe more
Shall drowne the earth, or pafle the fhoare.

10. Along thofe Vales the coole fprings flowe.
And wafh the mountaines feete belowe.

1 1. Hither for drinck the whole heard ftrayes :
There the wild afle his thirft allayes

1 2. And on the bowghs that fhade the fpring
The featherd quire fhall fitt and ftng.

13, 14, 15. When on her wombe thy dewe is fhedd,
The pregnant Earth is brought to bedd.
And, with a fruitfuU birth encreafl,
Yeelds hearbes and grafs for man and beafl: :
Heart-ftrengthening breade, care-drowning wyne,
And oyle that makes the face to fhyne.

16. On Lebanon his cedars ftand :
Trees full of fapp, works of his hand.

17. In them the birds their cabines dight:
The firr-tree is the ftorks delight.

1 8 . The wild goat on the hills, in cells
Of rockes the hermitt conye, dwells.

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19. The Moone obferues her courfe ; the Sunn
Knowes when his weary race is donne.

20. And when the Night her dark vaile fpredds.
The wilder beafts forfake their fhedds :

21. The hungrie Hons hunt for blood.

And roareing begg from God their food.

22, 23. The Sunn returnes : theis beafts of pray
Flye to their denns, and from the day ;
And whilft they in dark cavernes lurk,
Mann till the evening goes to work.

24. How full of creatures is the Earth,

To which thy wifdome gaue their birth !

25. And thofe that in the wide fea breed,
The bounds of number farre exceed.

26. There the huge whales with finny feete
Dance vnderneath the faileing fleete.

27, 28,29,30. All theis expedl theire nourifhment
From thee, and gather what is fent.
Bee thy hand open, they are fedd.
Bee thie face hidd, aftonifhed :
If thou withdrawe their Soule, they muft
Returne into theire former duft ;
If thou fend back thy breath, the face
Of th' Earth is fpread with a new race.

31. Gods glorie fhall for ever ftay ;

Hee fhall with ioy his works furvey.

32, Z3- The ftedfaft Earth fhall fhake, if hee
Look downe, & if the mountaines bee
Toucht, they fhall fmoak ; yet ftiil my verfe
Shall, whilft I Hue, his praife reherfe.

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34. In him with ioy my thoughts fhall meete ;
Hee makes my meditations fweete.

35. The finner fhall appeare noo more :
Then, oh my foule, the Lord adore !

PsALME 113.

I, 2, 3.

EE children of the Lord, that waite
Vppon his wille, fing hymnes divine
From henceforth to tymes endlefs date
To his name, prais'd from the firft fhine
Of th' earthly funn, till it decline.

4, 5'

The hoafts of Heauen or earth haue none
May to his height of glory rife ;

For whoe like him hath fixd his throne
Soe high, yet bends downe to the Ikyes,
And lower[s to] Earth his humble eyes ?

The poore from loathed duft hee drawes.
And makes them regall ftate inveft

'Mongft kings he^ gives his people lawes ;
Hee makes the barren mother reft
Vnder her roofe, with children bleft.

J Aihm. MS. the; Mr, Wyburd's MS, that.

'Thomas Carew. 185

PsALME 114.
I, 2.

HEN the feede of lacob fledd
From the cruell Pharaohs land,
luda was in fafety ledd
By the Lord, whofe powerful! hand
Guided all the Hebrew band.

3, 4. This the fea faw, and difmayde

Flyes : fwift lourdane backward makes :
Mountaines fkipt like ramms afFraid ;
And the lower hillocks fhakes.
Like a tender lambe that quakes.

5, 6, What, Oh Sea, hath thee difraaide ?

Why did lourdane backwards make ?
Mountaines why, like ramms aiFraide,
Skipt yee ? wherefore did yee fhake.
Hillocks, like the lambes that quake ?

7, 8. Tremble, Oh thou ftedfaft Earth,
Att the prefence of the Lord,
That makes rocks give rivers birth,
And by virtue of whofe word
Flints fhall floweing fprings afford.

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PSALME 119/

Aleph. Beati Immaculati. i.

I.

LEST is hee that fpottlefs ftands
In the way of Gods comands.

a. Blefled hee that keepes his word :
Whofe intire heart feekes the Lord ;

3. For the man, that walketh in
His iuft paths, comitts noe finn.

4. By thine ftrickt comaunds wee are
Bound to keepe thy lawes with care.

5. Oh that my ftepps might not Aide
From thy ftatutes' perfedt guide !

6. Soe fhall I decline thy wrath.
Treading thy comaunded path ;

7. Haueing learn'd thy righteous wayes.
With true heart I'le fing thy praife ;

8. In thy ftatutes I'll perfever:
Then forfake mee not for ever !

Beth. In quo corriget ? 2.

9. How fhall youth but by the leuell
Of thy word bee kept from euill ?

* Mr. Wyburd's MS. No other copy feems to be known.

'Thomas Carew. 187

10. Lett my foule, that feekes the way
Of thy truth, not goe aftraye.

1 1 . Where leaft my fraile feet might Aide,
In my heart thy words I hide.

1 2. Bleft bee thou, oh Lord : oh, fhowe
How I may thy ftatutes knowe.

13. I haue publifht the divine
Judgments of thy mouth with myne ;

14. Which haue fill'd my foule with pleafure.
More then all the heaps of treafure.

15. They fhall all the fubiedt proue
Of my talk and of my love.

1 6. Thofe my darlings noe tyme fhall
From my memory lett fall.

Gimel. Retribue Jervo tuo. 3.

17. Lett thie grace, O Lord, preferve mee.
That I may but live to ferve thee ;

18. Open my dark eyes, that I

May thy wonderous lawes defcry.

19. Lett thy glorious light appeare :
I am but a pilgrime heere.

20. Yet the zeale of theire defyre
Hath euen fett my heart on fire.

21. Thy fearce rodd and curfe oretaketh
Him that proudly thee forfaketh.

22. I haue kept thy lawes. Oh God :
Turne from mee thy curfe and rodd.

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23. Though combined Princes raild,
Yet thy Servant hath not faild

24. In their ftuddie to abide ;

For they are my Joy, my guide.

Daleth. Adhcefit pavimento. 4.

25. For thy words fake, give new birth
To my foule that cleaues to earth.

26. Thou haft heard my tongue vntwine
All my waies : Lord, teach mee thyne !

27. Make mee knowe them, that I may
All thie wonderous workes difplay.

28. Thou haft faid the word : then bring
Eafe to my foule languiftiing.

29. Plant in mee thy lawes' true love.
And the Vaile of lyes remove.

30. I have choofen truth to lye,
The fixt obied of myne eye.

3 1 . On thy word my faith I grounded :
Lett me not then bee confounded.

32. When my foule from bonds is freed,
I ftiall runne thy wayes with fpeed.

He. Legem pone. 5.

2;^. Teach mee, Lord, thy waies, and I
From that roade will never fly ;

34. Give mee knowledge, that I may
With my heart thy lawes obey.

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35. Vnto that path my ftepps move.
For I there haue fixt my love.

26. Fill my heart with thofe pure fires.
Not with covetous defy res.

2y. To vaine fights lett mee bee

Blinde, but thy waies lett mee fee.

38. Make thy promife firme to mee.
That with feare have ferved thee.

39. 'Caufe thy judgements ever were
Sweete, divert the fhame I feare.

40. Lett not him in jufl:ice perifh.
That defyres thy lawes to cherifh.

Vau. Et venias fuper me. 6.

41. Lett thy loving mercies cure mee,
As thy promifles aflure mee ;

42. Soe fliall the blafphemers fee,
I not vainely truft in thee ;

43. Take not quite the words away
Of thy truth, that are my fl:ay ;

44. Then Pie keepe thy lawes, even till
Winged tyme it felf ftand ftill ;

45. And whilfl: I purfue thy fearch.
With fecure fl:epps will I march.

46. Vnafhamed I'le record

Euen before greate kings thy word.

47. That fhall be my ioy, for there
My thoughts ever fixed were ;

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48. With bent mynd and ftretch'd out hands
I will feek thie lov'd commands.

Zaine. Memor efto Verbi tut. 7.

49. Thinck vppon thy promife made,
For in that my truft is layd ;

50. That my comfort in diftrefs.
That hath brought my life redrefle.

5 1 . Though the proud hath fcorn'd mee, they
Made mee not forfake thy waie ;

52. Thy eternall judgements brought
Joy to my remembring thought ;

53. With great forrowe I am taken.
When I fee thy lawes forfaken,

54. Which haue made me fongs of myrth
In this pilgrimage of Earth :

55. Which I myndefull was to keepe,
When I had forgott to fleepe ;

56. Thy comaundes I did embrace.
Therefore I obtain'd thy grace.

Heth. Portia mea, D amine. 8.

57. Thou, O Lord, art my reward:

To thy lawes my thoughts are fquar'd ;

58. With an humble heart I craue
Thou wilt promis'd mercy haue.

59. I have marked my waies, and now
To thie waies my feete I bowe.

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60. Nor haue I the tyme delaid.
But with haft this iourney made,

61. Where, though hands of finners lay
Snareing netts, I keepe my waie.

62. I my felf att midnight raife
Singing thy iuft iudgements praife.

63. I converfe with thofe that beare
To thie lawes obedyent feare.

64. Teach mee them, Lord, by that grace
Which hath fil'd the worlds wide fpace.

[Concludes imperfeSily.']

PsALME 137.^

ITTING by the ftreames that glide
Downe by Babell's towring wall,

With our tears wee filde the tyde,

Whilft our myndfull thoughts recall
Thee, O Sion, and thy fall.

Our neglefted harps vnftrunge,
Not acquainted with the hand

Of the flcillfull tuner, hunge
On the willow trees that ftand
Planted in the neighbour land.

' MS. Aftimole 38. No other copy is at prefent known. I have little
doubt, however, that Mr. Wyburd's MS. in its original integrity contained
this as well as the remainder of Pfalm 'i 19.

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Yett the fpightfull foe commands
Songs of mirthe, and bids vs lay

To dumbe harps our captiue hands.
And to fcoffe our forrowes, fay.
Sing vs fome fweet Hebrewe lay.

But, fay wee, our holye ftrayn
Is too pure for heathen land.

Nor may wee God's himmes prophane,
Or moue eyther voyce or hand
To delight a fauage band.

Holye Salem, yf thy loue

Fall from my forgetfull harte.

May the fkill, by which I moue
Strings of muficke tun'd with art,
From my withered hand departe.

May my fpeachles tongue giue found
To noe accents, but remayne

To my prifon roofe faft bound.
Iff my fad foule entertayne
Mirth, till thou rejoyce agayne.

In that day remember. Lord,

Edom's breed, that in our groanes

They triumph ; and with fier, fword.
Burn their cittie, herfe their bones.
And make all one heape of ftones.

Cruell Babell, thou flialt feele
The reuenger of our groanes.

When the happie vigor's fteele.
As thine our's, fhall hew thy bones.
And make all one heape of ftones.

'Thomas Carew.

Men ftiall blefs the hand that teares
From the mothers foft embraces

Sucking infants, and befmeares

With their braynes the rugged faces
Of the rockes and ftony places.

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COELUM BRITANNICUM.

A MASQUE

AT WHITE-HALL IN THE BANQVETTING-HOVSE
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The Defcription of the Scaene."

HE firft thing that prefented it felfe to the fight
was a rich Ornament that enclofed the Scsene ;
in the upper part of which were great branches
of FoHage, growing out of leaves and hufkes,
with a Coronice* at the top ; and in the midft was
placed a large compartiment, compofed of Grotefke worke,
wherein were Harpies, with wings and Lyons clawes, and
their hinder parts converted into leaves and branches : over all
was a broken Frontifpice, wrought with fcrowles and mafque
heads of Children ; and within this a Table, adorn'd with a
lefler compartiment, with this infcription, COELVM BRIT-
TANICVM. The two fides of this Ornament were thus
ordered : Firft, from the ground arofe a fquare Bafement, and

' The prefeiit text is from the 410 traft of 1634, collated with the edition
of 1 640 ; but the firft is the more correfl, and appeared, as the only work of
Carew which was printed in his lifetime, perhaps under his eye, to be the more
fuitable for feleftion and ufe in the prefent cafe. In edit. 1772 there is along
note here on the nature and origin of Mafques, which feemed altogether fcarcely
worth printing. The full title of the Mafque will be found elfewhere.

" The uppermoft member of the entablature of a Column, or that which
crowns the order. — D.

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on the Plinth' flood a great vaze of gold, richly enchafed, and
beautified with Sculptures of great Releiue/ with frutages
hanging from the upper part. At the foot of this fate two
youths naked, in their naturall colours; each of thefe with
one arme fupported the Vaze, on the cover of which flood two
young women in Draperies, arme in arme, the one figuring the
glory of Princes, and the other Manfuetude ;' their other armes
bore upan Ovall in which to the Kings Majefly was this
Imprefe, A Lyon with an Imperial Crowne on his head ; the
word, Animum/ub pe^ore forti. On the other fide was the
like Compofition, but the defigne of the Figures varied ; and
in the Oval on the top, being borne up by Nobility and
Fecundity, was this Imprefe to the Queens Majefly, a Lilly
growing with branches and leaves, and three lefTer Lillies
fpringing out of the Stemme ; the word. Semper inclita Virtus.
All this Ornament was heightned with Gold, and for the
Invention and various compofition, was the newefl and moft
gracious that hath beene done in this place.

The curtaine was watchet,* and a pale yellow in paines,
which flying up on the fudden, difcovered the Scaene, repre-
fenting old Arches, old Palaces, decayed walls, parts of
Temples, Theaters, Bafilicas,^ and Thermae," with confufed
heaps of broken Columnes, Bafes, coronices, and Statues, lying
as under ground, and altogether refembling the ruines of fome
great city of the ancient Romans, or civiliz'd Brittaines.

^ The fquare member which ferves as the foundation to the bafe of a
pillar. — D.

" That part of a figure which projefts much beyond the ground on which
it is carved is called by artifts alto relievo. — D. The editions have releine.
This emendation is fuggeiled in a MS. note to a copy of ed. 1 642 in the Britilh
Mufeum.

' Gentlenefs. — D.

<■ Pale blue.— D.

* Bafilicas, in Architedlure, are public halls with two ranges of pillars, and
galleries over them. — D.

« Baths.— D.

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This ftrange profpe6t detain'd the eyes of the Spectators fome
time, when, to a loud muficke, Mercury defcends ; on the
upper part of his Chariot ftands a Cocke, in adlion of crowing ;
his habit was a Coat of flame colour girt to him, and a white
mantle trimm'd with gold and filver ; upon his head a wreath,
with fmall falls of white feathers, a Cadufeus in his hand, and
wings at his heeles. Being come to the ground, he difmounts,
and goes up to the State,

Mercury.

From the high Senate of the gods, to You

Bright glorious Twins of Love and Majefly,

Before whofe Throne three warlike Nations bend

Their willing knees : on whofe Imperiall browes

The Regall Circle prints no awfull frownes

To fright your Subjeds, but whofe calmer eyes

Shed joy and fafety on their melting hearts,

That flow with cheerefull loyall reverence,

Come I, Cyllenius, Joves Ambafladour ;

Not, as of old, to whifper amorous tales

Of wanton love into the glowing eare

Of fome choyce beauty in this numerous traine ;

Thofe dayes are fled, the rebell flame is quench'd

In heavenly brefts ; the gods have fworne by Styx,

Never to tempt yeelding mortality

To loofe embraces. Your exemplar life

Hath not alone transfus'd a zealous heat

Of imitation through your vertuous Court,

By whofe bright blaze your Pallace is become

The envy'd patterne of this underworld ;

But the afpiring flame hath kindled heaven ;

Th' immortall bofomes burne with emulous fires,

Jove rivals your great vertues, Royall fir.

And Juno, Madam, your attraftive graces ;,

He his wild luflis, her raging jealoufies

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She layes afide, and through th' Olympique hall.

As yours doth here, their great Example fpreads.

And though of old, when youthfull blood confpir'd

With his new Empire, prone to heats of luft.

He adted incefts, rapes, adulteries.

On earthly beauties, which his raging Queene,

Swolne with revengeful! fury, turn'd to beafts,

And in defpight he transformed to Stars,

Till he had fill'd the crowded Firmament

With his loofe Strumpets and their fpurious race.

Where the eternall records of his fhame

Shine to the world in flaming Charafters ;

When in the Chryftall myrrour of your reigne

He view'd himfelfe, he found his loathfome ftaines ;

And now, to expiate the infedious guilt

Of thofe detefted luxuries, hee'U chace

Th' infamous lights from their ufurped Spheare,

And drowne in the Lethasan flood their curs'd

Both names and memories. In whofe vacant roomes

Firfl: you fucceed, and of the wheeling Orbe

In the mofl: eminent and confpicuous point.

With dazeling beames and fpreading magnitude.

Shine the bright Pole-ftarre of this Hemifpheare ;

Next, by your fide, in a triumphant Chaire,

And crown'd with Ariadnes Diadem,

Sits the faire Confort of your heart and Throne ;

DifFuCd about you, with that Ihare of light

As they of vertue have deriv'd from you,

Hee'll fix this Noble traine, of either fexe ;

So to the Brittifh ftars this lower Globe

Shall owe its light, and they alone difpence

To th' world a pure refined influence.

Enter Momus, attired in a long darkifli robe, all wrought over
with ponyards. Serpents' tongues, eyes, and eares ; his
beard and haire party coloured, and upon his head a

T'homas Carew. 201

wreath ftucke with Feathers, and a Porcupine in the
Forepart.

Momus.

By your leave. Mortals, goodden cozen Hermes ! your
pardon, good my lord Ambafladour. I found the tables of
your Armes and Titles in every Inne betwixt this and Olym-
pus, where your prefent expedition is regiftred your nine
thoufandth nine hundred ninety-ninth Legation. I cannot
reach the policy why your Mafter breeds fo few Statefmen ; it
fuits not with his dignity that in the whole empyraeum there
fhould not bee a god fit to fend on thefe honourable errands
but your felfe, who are not yet fo careful! of his honour or
your owne, as might become your quality, when you are
itinerant ; the Hofts upon the highway cry out with open mouth
upon you for fupporting pilfery in your traine ; which, though
as you are the god of petty larcinry, you might proteft, yet
you know it is diredtly againfl: the new orders, and oppofes the
Reformation in Diameter,

Merc. Peace, Rayler, bridle your licentious tongue,
And let this Prefence teach you modefty.

Mom. Let it if it can ; in the meane time I will acquaint
it with my condition. Know (gay people) that though your
Poets, who enjoy by Patent a particular privilege to draw
downe any of the Deities from Twelfnight till Shrove tuefday,
at what time there is annually a moft familiar entercourfe
betweene the two Courts, have as yet never invited me to
thefe Solemnities ; yet it fhall appeare by my intrufion this
night, that I am a very confiderable Perfon upon thefe occa-
fions, and may moft properly aflift at fuch entertainments.
My name is Momus-ap-Somnus-ap-Erebus-ap-Chaos-ap-Demor-
gorgon-ap- Eternity. My Offices and Titles are, the Supreme
Theomaftix, Hupercrittique of manners, Protonotarie of
abufes, Arch-Informer, Dilator-Generall, Vniverfall Calumnia-
tor, Eternall Plaintiffe, and perpetuall Foreman of the Grand

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Inqueft. My privileges are an ubiquitary, circumambulatory,
fpeculatory, interrogatory, redargutory immunity over all the
privy lodgings, behind hangings, dores, curtaines, through
key-holes, chinkes, windowes, about all Veneriall Lobbies,
Skonces, or Redoubts, though it bee to the furprize of a perdu'
Page or Chambermaid, in, and at all Courts of civill and
criminall judicature, all Counfels, Confultations, and Parla-
mentary aflemblies, where, though I am but a Wooll-facke
god, and have no vote in the fanftion of new lawes, I have
yet a Prasrogative of wrefting the old to any whatfoever
interpretation, whether it be to the behoofe, or prejudice, of
lupiter his Crowne and Dignity, for, or againft the Rights
of either houfe of Patrician or Plebeian gods. My naturall
qualities are to make love frowne, luno powt. Mars chafe,
Venus blufti, Vulcan glow, Saturne quake, Cynthia pale,
Phasbus hide his face, and Mercury here take his heeles.
My recreations are witty mifchiefes, as when Saturne guelt
his father ; the Smith caught his wife and her Bravo in a net
of Cobweb-Iron ; and Hebe, through the lubricity of the
pavement tumbling over the Halfpace, prefented the Embleme
of the forked tree, and difcover'd to the tann'd Ethlops the
fnowie cliffs of Calabria, with the Grotto of Puteolum. But
that you may arrive at the perfecfb knowledge of me by the
familiar illuftration of a Bird of mine owne feather, old Peter
Aretine, who reduc'd all the Scepters and Myters of that
Age tributary to his wit, was my Parallel ; and Frank Rablais
fuck'd much of my milke too ; but your moderne French
Hofpitall of Oratory is meere counterfeit, an arrant Mounte-
banke ; for, though fearing no other tortures than his Sciatica,
hee difcourfe of Kings and Queenes with as little reverence as
of Groomes and Chambermaids, yet the wants their fangteeth
and Scorpions taile ; I meane that fellow who, to adde to his
ftature, thinkes it a greater grace to dance on his tiptoes like

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a Dogge in a doublet, than to walke like other men on the
foles of his feet.

Merc. No more, impertinent trifeler ! you difturbe
The great Affaire with your rude fcurrilous chat :
What doth the knowledge of your abjedt ftate
Concerne Joves folemne Meflage ?

Mom. Sir, by your favour, though you have a more
efpeciall Commiflion of employment from lupiter, and a
larger entertainment from his Exchequer, yet, as a freeborne
god, I have the liberty to travell at mine owne charges,
without your pafle or countenance legatine ; and that it may
appeare a fedulous acute obferver may know as much as a
dull flegmatique Ambafladour, and weares a treble key to
unlocke the mifterious Cyphers of your darke fecrecies, I will
difcourfe the politique ftate of heaven to this trimme Audience.

At this the Scaene changeth, and in the heaven is difcovered a
Spheare, with Starres placed in their feverall Images, borne
up by a huge naked Figure (onely a peece of Drapery
hanging over his thigh) kneeling and bowing forwards, as
if the great weight lying on his fhoulders oppreft him ;
upon his head a Crowne ; by all which hee might eafily be
knowne to be Atlas.

You ftiall underftand, that lupiter, upon the infpedlion of
I know not what vertuous Prefidents extant (as they fay) here
in this Court, but as I more probably ghefle, out of the con-
fideration of the decay of his naturall abilities, hath before a
frequent covocation of the Superlunary Peeres in a folemne
Oration recanted, difclaimed, and utterly renounced all the
lafcivious extravagancies and riotous enormities of his forepaft
licentious life, and taken his oath on Junos Breviary, re-
ligioufly kiffing the two-leav'd Booke, never to ftretch his
limbs more betwixt adulterous fheets, and hath with patheticall
remonftraces exhorted, and under ftridt penalties enjoyned, a
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becaufe the Libertines of Antiquity, the Ribald Poets, to per-
petuate the memory and example of their tryumphs over
chaftity to all future imitation, have in their immortall fongs
celebrated the martyrdome of thofe Strumpets under the per-
fecution of the wives, and devolved to Pofterity the Pedigrees
of their whores, bawds, and baftards ; it is therefore by the
authority aforefaid enafted, that this whole Army of conftella-
tions be immediately difbanded and caftieerd, fo to remove all
imputation of impiety from the Coeleftiall Spirits, and all luftfull
influences upon terreftriall bodies; and, confequently, that
• there be an Inquifition ereded to expunge in the Ancient, and
fuppreffe in the moderne and fucceeding Poems and Pamphlets,
all paft, prefent, and future mention of thofe abjur'd herefies,
and to take particular notice of all enfuing incontinences, and
punifh them in their high Commiffion Court. Am not I in
eledlion to be a tall Statefman, think you, that can repeat a
paflage at a Counfell- table thus pundually ?

Merc. I fhun in vaine the importunity
With which this Snarler vexeth all the gods ;
love cannot fcape him : well, what elfe from heaven ?

Mom. Heaven ! — Heaven is no more the place it was : a
cloyfter of Carthufians, a Monaftery of converted gods ; love
is growne old and fearefull, apprehends a fubverfion of his
Empire, and doubts left Fate fhould introduce a legall fuccef-
fion in the legetimate heire, by repoffefling the Titanian line ;
and hence fprings all this innovation. We have had new
orders read in the Prefence Chamber by the Vi-Prefident of
ParnafTus, too ftridl to bee obferved long: Monopolies are
called in, fophiftication of wares punifhed, and rates impofed
on Commodities. Injundtions are gone out to the Neftar
Brewers, for the purging of the heavenly Beverage of a narco-
tique weed which hath rendred the Idaeaes confus'd in the
Divine intelledbs, and reducing it to the compofition ufed in
Saturnes relgne. Edidts are made for the reftoring of decayed
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Metropolis; but this did endanger an Amazonian mutiny,
till the females put on a more mafculine refolution of folliciting
bufineffes in their owne perfons, and leaving their hufbands at
home for ftallions of hofpitality. Bacchus hath commanded
all Tavernes to be ihut, and no liquor drawne after tenne at
night. Cupid muft goe no more fo fcandaloufly naked, but
is enjoyned to make him breeches, though of his mothers
petticotes. Ganimede is forbidden the Bedchamber, and muft
only minifter in publique. The gods muft keep no Pages,
nor Groomes of their Chamber, under the age of 25, and
thofe provided of a competent ftocke of beard. Pan may not
pipe, nor Proteus juggle, but by efpeciall permiflion. Vulcan
was brought to an Oretenus and fined, for driving in a plate
of Iron into one of the Sunnes Chariot-wheeles, and froft-
nailing his horfes, upon the fifth of November laft, for breach
of a penall Statute prohibiting worke upon Holydayes, that
being the annual celebration of the Gygantomachy.' In briefe,
the whole ftate of the Hierarchy fufFers a totall reformation,
efpecially in the poynt of reciprocation of conjugall affed:ion.
Venus hath confeft all her adulteries, and is received to grace
by her huft)and who, confcious of the great difparity betwixt
her perfedions and his deformities, allowes thofe levities as an
equall counterpoize ; but it is the prettieft fpedtacle to fee her
ftroaking with her ivory hand his coUied cheeks, and with her
fnowie fingers combing his footy beard. lupiter too beginnes
to learne to lead his owne wife ; I left him pradtifing in the
milky way ; and there is no doubt of an univerfall obedience,
where the Law-giver himfelfe in his owne perfon obferves his
decrees fo pundtually, who, befides to eternize the memory of
that great example of Matrimoniall union which he derives
from hence, hath on his bed-chamber dore and feeling fretted
with ftarres in capitall letters, engraven the infcription of

1 This alludes to the Gunpowder Plot, and was intended, with the
preceding lift of all the Regulations in Heaven, to compliment Charles I.
and his Confort on their temperance, their chaftity, their juilice, &c. — D.

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Carlo Maria. This is as much, I am fure, as either your
knowledge or Inftrudions can- dired: you to, which I having
in a blunt round tale, without State-formality, politique
inferences, or fufpefted Rhetoricall elegancies, already deli-
vered, you may now dexterioufly proceed to the fecond
part of your charge, which is the raking of yon heavenly
fparks up in the Embers, or reducing the CEtheriall lights
to their primitive opacity, and grofle darke fubfiftance ;
they are all unrivited from the Spheare, and hang loofe
in their fockets, where they but attend the waving of your
Caduce, and immediately they reinveft their priftine fhapes,
and appeare before you in their owne naturall deformities.

Merc. Momus, thou fhalt prevaile, for fince thy bold
Intrufion hath inverted my refolves,
I muft obey neceffity, and thus turne
My face, to breath the Thundrers jufl: decree
'Gainft this adulterate Spheare, which firft I purge
Of loathfome Monfters and mif-ftiapen formes :
Downe from her azure concave thus I charme
The Lyrnean hydra, the rough unlick'd Beare,
The watchfull Dragon, the ftorme-boading Whale,
The Centaure, the horn'd Goatfifh Capricorne,
The Snake-head Gorgon, and fierce Sagittar.
Divefted of your gorgeous ftarry robes.
Fall from the circling Orbe, and e're you fucke
Frefh venome in, meafure this happy earth ;
Then to the Fens, Caves, Forrefts, Deferts, Seas,
Fly, and refume your native qualities.

T^hey dance in theje monftrous Jhapes the firft
Antimajke^ of naturall deformity.

' It is a miftake to fuppofe (as is generally done) that Antimafque iignifies
a kind of half-entertainment or Prelude to the Mafque itfelf. The derivation
of it is from Antkk and Mafque, and it means a dance of fuch ftrange and
monftrous figures, as have no relation to order, uniformity, or even pro-
bability. — D.

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Mom. Are not thefe fine companions, trim playfellowes for
the Deities ? Yet thefe and their fellowes have made up all
our converfation for fome thoufands of yeeres. Doe not you
faire ladies acknowledge yourfelves deeply engaged now to
thofe Poets your fervants that, in the height of commen-
dation, have rais'd your beauties to a parallell with fuch
exa(5t proportions, or at leaft rank'd you in their fpruce
fociety ? Hath not the confideration of thefe Inhabitants
rather frighted your thoughts utterly from the contemplation
of the place ? But now that thefe heavenly Manfions are to
be voyd, you that fhall hereafter be found unlodged will
become inexcufable ; efpecially fince Vertue alone fhall be
fufEcient title, fine, and rent ; yet if there be a Lady not
competently ftock'd that way, fhe fhall not on the inflant
utterly defpaire, if fhee carry a fufficient pawn of handfome-
neffe ; for however the letter of the Lawe runnes, lupiter,
notwithflanding his Age and prefent aufterity, will never
refufe to flampe beauty, and make it currant with his owne
Impreffion ; but to fuch as are deftitute of both I can afford
but fmall encouragement. Proceed, Cozen Mercury ; what
followes ?

Merc. Look up, and marke where the bright Zodiacke
Hangs like a Belt about the brefl of heaven ;
On the right fhoulder, like a flaming lewell.
His fhell with nine rich Topazes adorn'd,
Lord of this Tropique, fits the fkalding Crab :
He, when the Sunne gallops in full careere
His annuall race, his gaflly clawes uprear'd.
Frights at the confines of the torrid zone.
The fiery teame, and proudly flops their courfe,
Making a folftice, till the fierce Steeds learne
His backward paces, and fo retrograde
Pofte downe-hill to th' oppofed Capricorne.

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Thus I depofe him from his haughty' Throne ;
" Drop from the Sky into the briny flood,
" There teach thy motion to the ebbing Sea ;
" But let thofe fires that beautifi'd thy fhell
" Take humane fhapes, and the diforder fliow
" Of thy regreffive paces here below."

'The Jecond Antimajque is danc'd in retrograde paces,
expreffing obliquity in motion.

Mom. This Crab, I confefle, did ill become the heavens ;
but there is another that more infefts the Earth, and makes
fuch a folftice in the politer Arts and Sciences, as they have
not beene obferved for many Ages to have made any fenfible
advance. Could you but lead the learned fquadrons with
a mafculine refolution paft this point of retrogradation, it
were a benefit to mankind, worthy the power of a god, and
to be payed with Altars; but that not being the worke
of this night, you may purfue your purpofes : what now
fucceeds ?

Merc. Vice that, unbodied, in the Appetite
Ereds his Throne, hath yet in beftiall fliapes
Branded by Nature with the Charadler
And diftindt ftampe of fome peculiar ill.
Mounted the fky, and fix'd his Trophies there :
As fawning flattery in the little Dog,
r th' bigger, churlifli Murmur ; Cowardize
r th' timorous Hare ; Ambition in the Eagle ;
Rapine and Avarice in th' adventrous Ship,
That fail'd to Colchos for the Golden fleece.
Drunken diftemper in the Goblet flowes ;
r th' Dart and Scorpion, biting Calumny ;

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In Hercules and the Lyon, furious rage ;

Vaine Oftentation in Caffiope :

All thefe I to eternall exile doome,

But to this place their emblem'd Vices fummon,

Clad in thofe proper Figures, by which beft

Their incorporeall nature is expreft.

The third Antimafque is danc'd of thefe fever all vices,
exprefjing the deviation from Vertue.

Mom. From henceforth it fhall be no more faid in the
Proverbe, when you would exprefle a riotous Aflembly,
That hell, but heaven, is broke loofe. This was an arrant
Goale-delivery ; all the prifons of your great Cities could
not have vomited more corrupt matter; but, Cozen Cyl-
leneus, in my judgement it is not fafe that thefe infectious
perfons fhould wander here, to the hazard of this Ifland ;
they threatned lefs danger when they were nayl'd to the
Firmament : I fhould conceive it a very difcreet courfe, fince
they are provided of a tall veflell of their owne, ready rigg'd,
to embarque them all together in that good Ship call'd the
Argo, and fend them to the plantation in New-England,
which hath purg'd more virulent humors from the politique
body, then Guacum and all the Weft-Indian druggs have
from the naturall bodies of this kingdome. Can you devife
how to dilpofe them better ?

Merc. They cannot breath this pure and temperate Aire,
Where Vertue lives ; but will, with hafty flight,
'Mongft fogs and vapours, feeke unfound abodes.
Fly after them, from your ufurped feats,
You foule remainders of that viperous brood :
Let not a Starre of the luxurious race
With his loofe blaze ftaine the fkyes chryftall face.

All the Starres are quench' d, and the Spheare darkned.
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figures in the Spheare which they were to reprefent, were
extindb ; fo as, by the end of the Antimafques in the Spheare,
no more Stars were feene.

Mom. Here is a totall Ecclipfe of the eighth Spheare,
which neither Booker, Alleftre, nor any of your prognofti-
cators, nOj nor their great matter Tycho, were aware of; but
yet, in my opinion, there were fome innocent, and fome
generous Conftellations, that might have beene referved for
Noble ufes ; as the Skales and Sword to adorne the ftatue of
luftice, fince ftie refides here on Earth onely in Pifture and
Effigie. The Eagle had beene a fit prefent for the Germans,
in regard their Bird hath mew'd moft of her feathers lately.
The Dolphin, too, had beene moft welcome to the French ;
and then, had you but clapt Perfeus on his Pergafus,
brandiftiing his Sword, the Dragon yawning on his backe
under the horfes feet, with Pythons dart through his throat,
there had beene a Divine St George for this Nation : but
fince you have improvidently fhufBed them altogether, it
now refts onely that wee provide an immediate fucceflion;
and to that purpofe I will inftantly proclaime a free Eleftion.

O yes, O yes, O yes.

By the Father of the gods,

and the King of Men.

Whereas we having obferved a very commendable
pradtice taken into frequent ufe by the Princes of thefe latter
Ages, of perpetuating the memory of their famous enter-
prizes, fieges, battels, vidlories, in Pidture, Sculpture, Tapiftry,
Embroyderies, and other manifadtures, wherewith they have
embellifhed their publique Palaces, and taken into Our more
diftinft and ferious confideration the particular Chriftmas
hanging of the Guard-Chamber of this Court, wherein the
Navall Vidtory of 88/ is, to the eternall glory of this Nation,

' The defeat of the famous Spanifli Armada, which Philip fent againft Eng-
land, and which was completely ruined by Queen Elizabeth's Fleet in 1 5 88. — D. '

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exaftly delineated ; and whereas We likewife, out of a pro-
pheticall imitation of this fo laudable cuftome, did, for many
thoufand yeares before, adorne and beautifie the eighth roome
of Our caeleftiall Manfion, commonly called the Starre-
Chamber, with the military adventures, ftratagems, atchieve-
ments, feats and defeats, performed in Our Owne perfon,
whilefl: yet Our Standard was eredted, and We a Combattant
in the Amorous Warfare: it hath notwithftanding, after
mature deliberation and long debate held firft in our owne
infcrutable bofome, and afterwards communicated with Our
Privy Councell, feemed meet to Our Omnipotency, for
caufes to Our felfe beft knowne, to unfurnifti and dif-array
our forefaid Starre-Chamber of all thofe Ancient Conftellations
which have for fo many Ages been fufficiently notorious, and
to admit into their vacant places fuch Perfons onely as fhall
be qualified, with exemplar Vertue and eminent Defert, there
to fhine in indelible Charadlers of glory to all Pofterity. It is
therefore Our divine will and pleafure, voluntarily, and out of
Our owne free and proper motion, meere grace and fpeciall
favour, by thefe prefents, to fpecifie and declare to all Our
loving People, that it fhall be lawfull for any Perfon whatfo-
ever, that conceiveth him or herfelfe to bee really endued
with any Heroicall Vertue or tranfcendent Merit, worthy fo
high a calling and dignity, to bring their feverall pleas and
pretences before Our Right trufty and Welbeloved Cozen
and Councellor, Don Mercury and god Momus, &c. our
peculiar Delegates for that affaire, to' whom We have
Transferr'd an abfolute power to conclude and determine,
without Appeale or Revocation, accordingly as to their wife-
domes it ihall in fuch cafes appeare behoovefuU and ex-
pedient. Given at Our Palace in Olympus the firft day of
the firft moneth, in the firft yeare of the Reformation.

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Plutus ' enters, an old man full of wrinkles, a bald head, a
thinne white beard, fpedacles on his nofe, with a buncht
backe, and attir'd in a Robe of Cloth of gold.

Plutus appeares.

Merc. Who's this appeares ?

Mom. This is a fubterranean fiend, Plutus, in this Dialed:
term'd Riches, or the god of gold ; a Poyfon hid by Providence
in the bottome of Seas and Navill of the earth from mans dif-
covery ; where, if the feeds beganne to fprout above-ground,
the excrefcence was carefully guarded by Dragons ; yet at laft
by humtoe curiofity brought to light to their owne deftruftion,
this being the true Pandora's box, whence iflued all thofe
mifchiefes that now fill the Univerfe.

Plut. That I prevent the meflage of the gods
Thus with my hafte, and not attend their fummons.
Which ought in luftice call me to the place
I now require of Right, is not alone
To fhew the juft precedence that I hold
Before all earthly, next th' immortall Powers ;
But to exclude the hope of partiall Grace
In all Pretenders who, fince I defcend
To equal! tryall, muft by my example,
Waving your favour, clayme by fole Defert.

If Vertue muft inherit, fhee's my flave ;
I lead her captive in a golden chaine
About the world ; fhee takes her Forme and Being
From my creation ; and thofe barren feeds
That drop from Heaven, if I not cherifh them
With my diftilling dewes and fotive** heat.

' Plutus was the god of wealth in the mythological creed of the ancients j
but it feems queftionable whether Pluto and Plutus were not the fame.
^ Nourifliing. — D.

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They know no vegetation ; but expos'd
To blafting winds of freezing Poverty,
Or not Ihoot forth at all, or budding wither.
Should I proclalme the daily facrifice
Brought to my Temples by the toyling rout.
Not of the fat and gore of abjedt Beafts,
But humane fweat and blood powr'd on my Altars,
I might provoke the envy of the gods.
Turne but your eyes, and marke the bufie world.
Climbing fteepe Mountaines for the fparkling ftone,
^ Piercing the Center for the fhining Ore,
And th' Oceans bofome to rake pearly fands :
Crofling the torrid and the frozen Zones,
'Midft rocks and fwallowing Gulfes, for gainful trade :
And through oppofing fwords, fire, murdring Canon,
Skaling the walled Towne for precious fpoyles.
Plant, in the paffage to your heavenly feats,
Thefe horrid dangers, and then fee who dares
Advance his defperate foot ; yet am I fought.
And oft in vaine, through thefe and greater hazards :
I could difcover how your Deities
Are for my fake fleighted, defpis'd, abus'd ;
Your Temples, Shrines, Altars, and Images
Uncover'd, rifled, rob'd, and difarray'd
By facrilegious hands ; yet is this treafure
To th' golden Mountaine, where I fit ador'd.
With fuperftitious folemne rights convay'd.
And becomes facred there, the fordid wretch
Not daring touch the confecrated Ore,
Or with prophane hands leflen the bright heape ;
But this might draw your anger downe on mortals.
For rendring me the homage due to you ;
Yet what is faid may well exprefle my power.
Too great for Earth, and onely fit for Heaven.
Now, for your pafl:ime, view the naked root
Which, in the dirty earth and bafe mould drown'd.

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Sends forth this precious Plant and golden fruit.
You lufty Swaines, that to your grazing flocks
Pipe amorous roundelayes ; you toyling Hinds,
That barbe the fields, and to your merry Teames
Whiflle your paffions ; and you mining Moles,
That in the bowels of your mother-Earth
Dwell, the eternall burthen of her wombe,
Ceafe from your labours, when Wealth bids you play.
Sing, dance, and keepe a chearefull holyday.

They dance the fourth Antimafque, conjijling of
Countrey people, mujique, and meafures.

Merc. Plutus, the gods know and confefle your power.
Which feeble Vertue feldome can refift ;
Stronger then Towers of bralTe or Chafliity ;
love knew you when he courted Danae,
And Cupid weares you on that arrowes head,
That ftill prevailes. But the gods keepe their Thrones
To enftall Vertue, not her Enemies.
They dread thy force, which even themfelves have felt :
Witnefle Mount Ida, where the Martiall Maid
And frowning luno did to mortall eyes
Naked for gold their facred bodies fliow !
Therefore for ever be from heaven banifli'd :
But fince with toyle from undifcover'd Worlds
Thou art brought hither, where thou firft didft breathe
The thirft of Empire into Regall brefts.
And frightedft quiet Peace from her meek Throne,
Filling the World with tumult, blood and warre ;
Follow the Camps of the contentious earth,
And be the Con qu'rers flave ; but he that can
Or conquer thee, or give thee Vertues ftampe.
Shall fhine in heaven a pure immortall Lampe.

Mom. Nay flay, and take my benedidlion along with you.

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I couldj being here a Co-Iudge, like others in my place, now
that you are condemn'd, either raile at you, or brealce jefts
upon you ; but I rather chufe to loofe a word of good counfell,
and entreat you to bee more careful! in your choyfe of com-
pany ; for you are alwayes found either with Mifers, that not
ufe you at all, or with fooles, that know not how to ufe you
wel. Be not hereafter fo referv'd and coy to men of worth
and parts, and fo you ihall gaine fuch credit, as at the next
Seffions you may be heard with better fuccefle. But till you
are thus reform'd, I pronounce this pofitive fentence. That
wherefoever you fhall chufe to abide, your fociety fliall adde
no credit or reputation to the party, nor your difcontinuance,
or totall abfence, be matter of difparagement to any man ;
and whpfoever fhall hold a contrary eftimation of you, fhall
be condemn'd to weare perpetuall Motley, unlefTe he recant
his opinion. Now you may voyd the Court.

V tenia enters, a woman of a pale colour, large brims of a hat
upon her head, through which her haire flarted up like a
fury ; her Robe was of a darke color, full of patches ;
about one of her hands was tide a chaine of Iron, to which
was faflned a weighty ftone, which fhee bore up under her
arme.

Pania enters.

Merc. What Creature's this ?

Mom. The Antipodes to the other ; they move like two
Buckets, or as two nayles drive out one another. If Riches
depart. Poverty will enter.

Pov. I nothing doubt (Great and Immortall Powers)
But that the place your wifedome hath deny'd
My foe, your luftice will conferre on me ;
Since that which renders him incapable
Proves a flirong plea for me. I could pretend.
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Then gaudy Wealth in all his pompe can boaft ;
For marke how few they are that fhare the World ;
The numerous Armies, and the fwarming Ants
That fight and toyle for them, are all my Subjedbs ;
They take my wages, weare my Livery :
Invention too and Wit are both my creatures.
And the whole race of Vertue is my OiFspring ;
As many mifchiefes iflue from my wombe,
And thofe as mighty, as proceed from gold.
Oft o're his Throne I wave my awfull Scepter,
And in the bowels of his ftate command.
When, 'midft his heapes of coyne and hils of gold,
I pine and ftarve the avaritious foole.
But I decline thofe titles, and lay clay me
To heaven by right of Diuine contemplation ;
She is my Darling ; I in my foft lap.
Free from difturbing cares, bargaines, accounts,
Leafes, Rents, Stewards, and the feare of theeves,
That vex the rich, nurfe her in calme repofe.
And with her all the Vertues fpeculative.
Which but with me find no fecure retreat.

For entertainment of this howre, I'll call
A race of people to this place, that live
At Natures charge, and not importune heaven
To chayne the winds up, or keepe back the ftormes.
To ftay the thunder, or forbid the hayle
To threfti the unreap'd eare ; but to all weathers.
Both chilling froft and Ikalding Sunne, expofe
Their equall face. Come forth, my fwarthy traine.
In this faire circle dance, and as you move,
Marke and foretell happy events of Love.

l^hey dance the fifth Antimajque of Gypfies.

Mom. I cannot but wonder, that your perpetuall conver-
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no more Logicke, or that you fhould thinke to impofe upon
us fo grofle an inference, as, becaufe Plutus and you are con-
trary, therefore whatfoever is denyed of the one muft be true
of the other ; as if it fhould follow of neceffity, becaufe he is
not lupiter, you are. No, I give you to know, I am better
vers'd in cavils with the gods, then to fwallow fuch a fallacie ;
for though you two cannot bee together in one place, yet there
are many places that may be without you both, and fuch is
heaven, where neither of you are likely to arrive : therefore
let me advife you to marry your felfe to Content, and beget
fage Apothegms and goodly morall Sentences, in difpraife
of Riches and contempt of the world.

Merc. Thou doft prefume too much, poore needy wretch.
To claime a ftation in the Firmament,
Becaufe thy humble Cottage or thy Tub
Nurfes fome lazie or Pedantique virtue
In the cheape Sun-fhine or by ftiady fprings.
With roots and pot-hearbs ; where thy right hand,
Tearing thofe humane paffions from the mind,
Vpon whofe ftockes faire blooming vertues flourifh,
Degradeth Nature, and benummeth fenfe.
And, Gorgon-like, turnes aftive men to ftone.
We not require the dull fociety
Of your neceflitated Temperance,
Or that unnatural 1 ftupidity

That knowes nor joy nor forrow ; nor your forc'd
Falfly exalted paflive Fortitude
Above the adive. This low abjecS: brood.
That fix their feats in mediocrity.
Become your fervile minds ; but we advance
Such vertues onely as admit excefle :
Brave bounteous A6ts, Regall Magnificence,
All-feeing Prudence, Magnanimity
That knowes no bound, and that Heroicke vertue
For which Antiquity hath left no name,

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But patternes only, fuch as HerculeSj
Achilles, Thefeus. Backe to thy loath'd cell !
And when thou feeft the new enlightned Spheare,
Study to know but what thofe Worthies were.

fiche enters, her head bald behind, and one great locke be-
fore ; wings at her fhoulders, and in her hand a wheele ;
her upper parts naked, and the fkirt of her garment
wrought all over with Crownes, Scepters, Bookes, and
fuch other things as exprefle both her greateft and fmalleft
gifts.

Mom. See, where Dame Fortune comes ; you may know
Her by her wheele, and that vaile over eyes, with which
She hopes, like a feel'd' Pigeon, to mount above the Clouds,
And pearch in the eight Spheare : liften, fhe begins.

Fort. I come not here, you gods, to plead the Right
By which Antiquity affign'd my Deitie,
Though no peculiar ftation 'mongft the Stars,
Yet generall power to rule their influence ;
Or boaft the Title of Omnipotent,
Afcrib'd me then, by which I rival'd love.
Since you have cancell'd all thofe old records.
But, confident in my good caufe and merit,
Claime a fucceffion in the vacant Orbe ;
For fince Aftraea fled to heaven, I fit
Her Deputy on Earth ; I hold her flcales.
And weigh mens Fates out, who have made me blind,
Becaufe themfelves want eyes to fee my caufes.
Call me inconfliant, 'caufe my workes furpafl'e
The fliallow fathom of their human reafon ;
Yet here, like blinded luftice, I difpence
With my impartiall hands their confl;ant lots ;
And if defertlefl'e, impious men engrofl"e

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My beft rewards, the fault is yours, you gods.

That fcant your graces to mortality.

And, niggards of your good, fcarce fpare the world

One vertuous for a thoufand wicked men.

It is no error to conferre dignity.

But to beftow it on a vicious man ;

I gave the dignity, but you made the vice ;

Make you men good, and I'le make good men happy.

That Plutus is refus'd, difmaies me not ;

He is my Drudge, and the externall pompe

In which he decks the world proceeds from me,

Not him ; like Harmony, that not refides

In firings or notes, but in the hand and voyce.

The revolutions of Empires, States,

Scepters and Crownes, are but my game and fport.

Which as they hang on the events of Warre,

So thofe depend upon my turning wheele.

You warlike Squadrons who, in battles joyn'd,
Difpute the Right of Kings, which I decide,
Prefent the modell of that martiall frame.
By which, when Crownes are ftak'd, I rule the game.

T^hey dance the fixth Antimajkey being- the
repre/entation of a Battell.

Mom. Madam, I fhould cenfure you, pro faljo clamore,
for preferring a fcandalous cros-bill of recrimination againft
the gods, but your blindneffe fhall excufe you. Alas ! what
would it advantage you, if vertue were as univerfall as vice is ?
It would onely follow that, as the world now exclaimes upon
you for exalting the vicious, it would then raile as faft at you
for depreffing the vertuous ; fo they would ftill keepe their
tune, though you chang'd their ditty.

Merc, The mifts in which future events are wrap'd,
That oft fucceed befide the purpofps

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Of him that workes, his dull eyes not difcerning

The firft great caufe, offer'd thy clouded (hape

To his enquiring fearch ; fo in the darke

The groping world firft found thy Deity,

And gave thee rule over contingencies.

Which to the piercing eye of Providence

Being fix'd and certaine, where paft and to come

Are alwayes prefent, thou doft difappeare,

Lofeft thy being, and art not at all.

Be thou then onely a deluding Phantome,

At beft a blind guide, leading blinder fooles

Who, would they but furvay their mutuall wants,

And helpe each other, there were left no roome

For thy vaine ayd. Wifedome, whofe ftrong-built plots

Leave nought to hazard, mockes thy futile power :

Induftrious labour drags thee by the lockes,

Bound to his toyling Car and, not attending

Till thou difpence, reaches his owne reward.

Onely the lazie fluggard yawning lyes

Before thy threftiold, gaping for thy dole.

And lickes the eafie hand that feeds his floth ;

The fhallow, rafh and unadvifed man

Makes thee his ftale, dift)urdens all the follies

Of his mif-guided aftions on thy fhoulders.

Vanifh from hence, and feeke thofe ideots out

That thy fantafticke god-head hath allow 'd.

And rule that giddy fuperftitious crowd.

Hedone, Pleafure, a young woman with a fmiling face, in a
light lafcivious habit, adorn'd with filver and gold ; her
Temples crown'd with a garland of Rofes, and over that
a rainbow circling her head downe to her (boulders.

Hedone enters.
Merc. What wanton's. this?

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Mom. This is the fprightly Lady Hedone : a merry
gamefter this ; people call her Pleafure.

Plea. The reafons (equall Judges,) here alleag'd
By the difmift Pretenders, all concurre
To ftrengthen my juft title to the fpheare.
Honour or Wealth, or the contempt of both.
Have in themfelves no fimple reall good.
But as they are the meanes to purchafe Pleafure :
The paths that lead to my delicious Palace.
They for my fake, I for mine owne, am prized.
Beyond me nothing is ; I am the Gole,
The journeys end, to which the fweating world
And wearied Nature travels. For this the beft
And wifeft fed of all Philofophers
Made me the feat of fupreme happineffe ;
And though fome more auftere upon my ruines
Did to the prejudice of Nature raife
Some petty low- built vertues, 'twas becaufe
They wanted wings to reach my foaring pitch.
Had they beene Princes borne, themfelves had proved
Of all mankind the moft luxurious.
For thofe delights, which to their low condition
Were obvious, they with greedy appetite
Suck'd and devour'd : from offices of State,
From cares of family, children, wife, hopes, feares,
Retir'd, the churlifh Cynicke in his Tub
Enjoy'd thofe pleafures which his tongue defam'd.
Nor am I rank'd 'mongft the fuperfluous goods ;
My neceffary offices preferve
Each fingle man, and propagate the kind.
Then am I univerfall as the light
Or common ayre we breath ; and fince I am
The generall defire of all mankinde.
Civil Felicity muft refide in me.
Tell me what rate my choyceft pleafures beare,

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When, for the fhort delight of a poore draught
Of cheape cold water great Lyfimachus
Rendred himfelfe flave to the Scythians ?
Should I the curious ftrudture of my feats.
The art and beauty of my feverall objefts,
Rehearfe at large, your bounties would referve
For every fenfe a proper conftellation ;
But I prefent their Perfons to your eyes.

Come forth, my fubtle Organs of delight,
With changing figures pleafe the curious eye,
And charme the eare with moving Harmonie.

They dance thejeventh Antimajke of the fivejenjes.

Merc. Bewitching fyren, guilded rottennefle.
Thou haft with cunning artifice difplay'd
Th' enamel'd outfide and the honied verge
Of the faire cup, where deadly poyfon lurkes.
Within a thoufand forrowes dance the round ;
And like a fhell Paine circles thee without ;
Griefe is the lliadow waiting on thy fteps.
Which, as thy joyes 'ginne tow'rds their Weft decline.
Doth to a Gyants fpreading forme extend
Thy Dwarfifti ftature. Thou thy felfe art Paine ;
Greedy, intenfe Defire, and the keene edge
Of thy fierce Appetite oft ftrangles thee.
And cuts thy flender thread ; but ftill the terror
And apprehenfion of thy hafty end
Mingles with Gall thy moft refined fweets ;
Yet thy Cyrcasan charmes transforme the world.
Captaines that have refifted warre and death.
Nations that over Fortune have triumphed,
Are by thy Magicke made effeminate ;
Empires, that knew no limits but the Poles,
Have in thy wanton lap melted away.
Thou wert the Author of the firft exceflfe

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That drew this reformation on the gods.

Canft thou then dreame, thofe Powers that from heaven have

Banifli'd th' eiFed, will there enthrone the' caufe ?

To thy voluptuous Denne flye, Witch, from hence.

There dwell for ever drown 'd in brutifh fenfe.

Mom. I concurre, and am growne fo weary of thefe tedious
pleadings, as I'le packe up too and be gone. Befides, I fee a
crowd of other fuitors prefling hither ; I'le ftop 'em, take their
petitions, and preferre'em above ; and as I came in bluntly with-
out knocking, and nobody bid mee welcome, fo I'le depart
as abruptly without taking leave, and bid no bodie farewell.

Merc. Thefe with forc'd reafons and ftrain'd arguments
Urge vaine pretences, whilft your Adlions plead.
And with a filent importunity
Awake the droufie luftice of the gods
To Crowne your deeds with immortality.
The growing Titles of your Anceftors,
Thefe Nations' glorious Ads, joyn'd to the ftocke
Of your owne Royall vertues, and the cleare
Reflexe they take from th' imitation
Of your fam'd Court, make Honors ftorie full,
And have to that fecure fix'd ftate advanc'd
Both you and them, to which the labouring world.
Wading through ftreames of blood, fweats to afpire.
Thofe Ancient Worthies of thefe famous Ifles,
That long have flept, in frefti and lively fhapes
Shall ftraight appeare, where you fhall fee your felfe
Circled with moderne Heroes, who fhall be
In Ad, whatever elder times can boaft
Noble or Great, as they in Prophefie
Were all but what you are. Then fhall you fee
The facred hand of bright Eternitie

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Mould you to Stars, and fix you in the Spheare.

To you, your Royall halfe, to them fhee'U joyne

Such of this traine, as with induftrious fteps

In the faire prints your vertuous feet have made.

Though with unequall paces, follow you.

This is decreed by love, which my returne

Shall fee perform'd ; but firft behold the rude

And old Abiders here, and in them view

The point from which your full perfedions grew ;

You naked, ancient, wild Inhabitants,

That breath'd this Ayre, and preft this flowery Earth,

Come from thofe fhades where dwels eternall night,

And fee what wonders Time hath brought to light.

Atlas and the Spheare vaniflieth, and a new Scaene appeares
of mountaines, whofe eminent height exceed the Clouds, which
paft beneath them ; the lower parts were wild and woody :
out of this place comes forth a more grave Antimafque of
Pids, the naturall Inhabitants of this Ifle, antient Scots and
Irifh ; thefe dance a Perica, or Martiall dance.

When this Antimafque was paft, there began to arife out
of the earth the top of a hill which, by little and little, grew
to bee a huge mountaine, that covered all the Scaene ; the
under part of this was wild and craggy, and above fomewhat
more pleafant and flourifhing ; about the middle part of this
Mountaine were feated the three kingdomes of England,
Scotland, and Ireland, all richly attired in regall habits,
appropriated to the feverall Nations, with Crownes on their
heads, and each of them bearing the ancient Armes of the
kingdomes they reprefented. At a diftance above thefe fate a
young man in a white embroidered robe ; upon his faire haire
an Olive garland with wings at his flioulders, and holding in
his hand a Cornucopia fill'd with corne and fruits, reprefenting
the Genius of thefe kingdomes.

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The Firft Song.

GENIUS.

Raife from theje rookie cliffs your heads.

Brave Sonne s, and fee where Glory fpreads

Her glittering wings ; where Majefty,

Crown' d with Jweet /miles, Jhoots from her eye

Diffufive joy ; where Good and Faire

United fit in Honours chayre.

Call forth your aged Priejis and chryjlall Jireames ,

To warme their hearts and waves in thefe bright beames.

KINGDOMES.

I . From your conjecrated woods.

Holy Druids ; i. Silver floods.

From your channels fring'd with flowers,
3. Hither move ; forjake your bowers
I . Strew'' d with hallowed Oaken leaves.

Deck' d with flags and fedgie /heaves.

And behold a wonder. 3. Say,

What doe your duller eyes/urvay f

CHORVS OF DRUIDS AND RIVERS.

We/ee at once, in dead 0/ night,
A Sun appeare, and yet a bright
Nooneday /pringing /rom Starre-light.

GENIVS.

Looke up, and/ee the darkned Spheare
Depriv' d 0/ light ; her eyes /hine here.

CHORVS.

The/e are more /parkling then tho/e were,

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KINGDOMES.

I . 'thefe pied a nobler influence,
1 . The/e by a pure intelligence

Of more tranjcendent Vertue move ;
3. "J^heje firfl: feele, then kindle love ;
I. 1. From the bojomes they infpire,
Thefe receive a mutuallfire ;
I. 2. 3. j4nd where their flames impure returne,
The/e can quench as well as burne.

GENIVS.

Here the fare viSlorious eyes
Make Worth onely Beauties prize ;
Here the hand of Vertue tyes
''Bout the heart loves amorous chayne ;
Captives tryumph, vajfals reigne.
And none live here hut the flaine.

CHORVS.

Thefe are tK He/per ian bowers, whoje faire trees beare
Rich golden fruit, and yet no Dragon near.

GENIVS.

'Then from your imprisoning wombe.
Which is the cradle and the tombe
Of Britifh Worthies, (^f aire fonnes) fend
A troope of Heroes, that may lend
Their hands to eafe this loaden grove.
And gather the ripe fruits of love.

KINGDOMES.

I. 1. 3. open thy ftony entrailes wide.

And breake old Atlas, that the pride
Of three fam^ d kingdomes may bejpfd.

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CHORVS.

Pace forth, thou mighty Britijh Hercules,
With thy choyce band, for onely thou and thefe
May revell here in Loves Hefperides.

At this, the under-part of the Rocke opens, and out of a
Cave are feene to come the Mafquers, richly attired like ancient
Heroes, the Colours yellow, embroydered with filver, their
antique Helmes curioufly wrought, and great plumes on the
top ; before them a troope of young Lords and Noble-mens
fonnes, bearing Torches of Virgin-wax. Thefe were apparelled
after the old Britifh fafliion in white Coats, embroydered with
filver, girt, and full gathered, cut fquare coller'd, and round
caps on their heads, with a white feather wreathen about
them. Firft thefe dance with their lights in their hands, after
which the Mafquers defcend into the roome, and dance their
entry.

The dance being paft, there appeares in the further part
of the heaven comming downe a pleafant Cloud, bright and
tranfparent which, comming foftly downewards before the upper
part of the mountaine, embraceth the Genius, but fo as through
it all his body is feene ; and then rifing againe with a gentle
motion, beares up the Genius of the three kingdomes, and
being paft the Airy Region, pierceth the heavens, and is no
more feene ; at that inftant, the Rocke with the three king-
domes on it finkes, and is hidden in the earth. This ftrange
fpedlacle gave great caufe of admiration, but efpecially how fo
huge a machine, and of that great height, could come from
under the Stage, which was but fix foot high.

The fecond Song.

KINGDOMES.

I. Here are fhapes form' d fit for heaven;

■2. Thefe move gracefully and even.

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3 . Here the Ayre and faces meet
So jufi, as if the Jkilfull feet
Had ftruck the Vials. — i. 2. 3. So the Eare
Might the tunefull footing he are.

CHORVS.

And had the Muficke Jilent heene,
'The eye a moving tune hadfeene.

GENIVS.

Thefe muft in the unpeopled fkie
Succeed, and governe Deftinie :
love is tempering purer fire.
And will with brighter flames attire
Thefe glorious lights. I muft afcend
And helpe the Worke.

KINGDOMES.

I . We cannot lend
Heaven fo much treafure. 1. Nor that pay
But rendring what it takes away.
Why fhould they, that here can move
So well, he ever fix'd above ?

CHORVS.

Or be to one eternall pofture tfd.
That can intojuch various figures flide ?

GENIVS.

love fhall not, to enrich the Skie,
Beggar the Earth: their Fame fhall fly e
From hence alone, and in the Spheare
Kindle new Star res, whilft they reft here.

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KINGDOMES.

I. 2.

How can the /haft flay in the quiver.
Yet hit the marke ?

GENIVS.

Did not the River
Eridanus the grace acquire

In Heaven and Earth to flow :
Above in flreames of golden fire,

Infilver waves below ?

KINGDOMES.

I. 1. 3. But Jhall not wee, now thou art gone
Who wert our Nature, wither.
Or breake that triple Vnion
Which thy foule held together ?

GENIVS.

In Concords pure immortall fpring

I will my force renew.
And a more atlive Vertue bring

At my returne. Adieu.

KINGDOMES. Adieu. — CHORVS. Adicu.

The Mafquers dance their maine dance ; which done, the
Scaene againe is varied into a new and pleafant profped, cleane
differing from all the other ; the neareft part fhewing a deli-
cious garden, with feverall walkes and parterra's fet round with
low trees, and on the fides, againft thefe walkes, were fountaines
and grots, and in the furtheft part a Palace, from whence went
high walkes upon Arches, and above them open Terraces
planted with Cyprefle trees ; and all this together was com-
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From hence the Chorus, defcending into the roome, goes
up to the State.

The third Song.

BY THE CHORUS GOING UP TO THE QUEENE.

Whilft thus the darlings of the Gods
From Honours Temple to the Shrine

Of Beauty and thefefweet abodes
Of Loue we guide, let thy Diuine

AJ'peBs {bright Deity) with fair e

And Halcyon beames becalme the Ayre.

We bring Prince Arthur, or the brave
St. George himfelfe {great ^eene) to you :

You'll foone difcerne him ; and we have
A Guy, a Beavis, orfome true

Round-Table Knight, as ever fought

For Lady, to each Beauty brought.

Plant in their Martiall hands, Warr'sjeat,
Tour peacefull pledges ofwarmefnow.

And, ifafpeaking touch, repeat

In Loves knowne language tales of woe :

Say in f oft whifpers of the Palme,

As Eyes Jhoot darts, fo Lips Jhed Balme.

For though you feeme, like Captives, led

In triumph by the Foe away.
Yet on the Conqu'rers necke you tread.

And the fierce FiStor proves your prey ;
What heart is then fecure from you.
That can, though vanquijh'd, yetfubdue ?

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The Song done, they retire, and the Mafquers dance the
Revels with the Ladies, which continued a great part of the
night.

The Revels being paft, and the Kings Majefty feated
under the State by the Queene, for Conclufion to this Mafque
there appeares comming forth from one of the fides, as moving
by a gentle wind, a great Cloud which, arriving at the middle
of the heaven, ftayeth ; this was of feverall colours, and fo
great, that it covered the whole Scaene. Out of the further
part of the heaven beginnes to breake forth two other Clouds,
differing in colour and fhape ; and being fully difcovered,
there appeared fitting in one of them Religion, Truth, and
Wifdome. Religion was apparelled in white, and part of her
face was covered with a light vaile, in one hand a booke, and
in the other a flame of fire: Truth in a Watchet Robe, a
Sunne upon her fore-head, and bearing in her hand a Palme ;
Wifdome in a mantle wrought with eyes and hands, golden
rayes about her head, and Apollo's Cithera in her hand. In
the other Cloud fate Concord, Government, and Reputation.
The habit of Concord was Carnation, bearing in her hand a
little faggot of ftickes bound together, and on the top of it a
hart, and a garland of corne on her head ; Government was
figured in a coat of Armour, bearing a fhield, and on it a
Medufa's head, upon her head a plumed helme, and in her
right hand a Lance ; Reputation, a young man in a purple
robe wrought with gold, and wearing a laurell wreath on his
head. Thefe being come downe in an equall diftance to the
middle part of the Ayre, the great Cloud beganne to breake
open, out of which ftroke beames of light; in the midft,
fufpended in the Ayre, fate Eternity on a Globe ; his Garment
was long, of a light blue, wrought all over with Stars of gold,
and bearing in his hand a Serpent bent into a circle, with his
tayle in his mouth. In the firmament about him was a troope
of fifteene fl:arres, expreffing the ftellifying of our Britifli
Heroes ; but one more great and eminent than the reft, which
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was feene, a farre ofF, the profpeft of Windfor Caftell, the
famous feat of the moft honourable Order of the Garter.

The fourth Song.

ETERNITY, EUSEBIA, ALETHIA, SOPHIA, HOMONOIA,
DIC^ARCHE, EUPHEMIA.

ETERNITIE.

Be fix'd, you rapid Orbes, that beare
The changing feajons of the yeare
On yourjwtft wings , and fee the old
Decrepit fpheare growne darke and cold ;
Nor did love quench her fires : thefe bright
Flames have ecclipsd herfullen light :
This Royall Payre, for whom Fate will
Make Motion ceafe, and Time flandflill ;

Since Good is here fo perfect, as no Worth

Is left for After- Ages to bring forth.

EVSEBIA.

Mortality cannot with more
Religious zeale the gods adore.

ALETHIA.

My Truths, from human eyes conceaVd,
Are naked to their fight reveaVd.

SOPHIA.

Nor doe their Anions from the guide
Of my exaif eft precepts flide.

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HOMONOIA.

And as their owne 'pure Soules entwind.
So are their Subjects hearts combind.

DIC^ARCHE.

So jujl, Jo gentle is their /way.
As it Jeemes Empire to obay.

EVPHEMIA.

And their faire Fame, like incenje hurVd

On Altars, hath perfum'd the world.
So. Wijdome. — Al. 'truth. — Eus. Fure Adoration.
Ho. Concord. — Dr. Rule. — Eup. Cleare Reputation.

CHORVS.

Crowne this King, this ^eene, this Nation.

CHORVS.

Wijdome, truth, i^c.

ETERNITIE.

Brave Spirits, whoje adventrous Jeet
Have to the Mountaines top afpir'd.

Where Jaire Dejert and Honour meet.
Here Jrom the toy ling FreJJe retird.

Secure Jrom all dijiurbing evill.

For ever in my Temple revell.

With wreathes oj Starves circled about.

Guild all the Jpacious firmament,
And,Jmiling on the panting Rout

'That labour in the Jleepe ajcent.
With your rejtjllejfe influence guide
OJ human change tli uncertaine tide.

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EVS. ALE. SOP.

But oh, you royall Turtles, Jhed,

When you from Earth remove.
On the ripe fruit of your chajle bed

Thofe facred feeds of Love

CHORVS.

Which no Power can but yours dijfence.
Since you the patterne bear e from hence.

HOM. Die. EVP.

Then from your fruitfull race /hall flow

Endleffe Succeffion ;
Scepters fliall bud, and Lawrels blow

'Bout their immortall Throne.

CHORVS.

Propitious Stanres /hall crowne each birth,
Whil/i you rule them, and they the Earth.

The fong ended, the two Clouds, with the perfon fitting
on them, afcend ; the great Cloud clofeth againe, and fo
pafleth away overthwart the Scaene, leaving nothing behind it
but a ferene Skye. After which, the Mafquers dance[d] their
laft dance, and the Curtaine was let fall.

Thomas Carew.

23s

The Names of the Mafquers.

The

Duke of Lenox,
Earle of Devonshire,
Earle of Holland,
Earle of Newport,
Earle of Elgin,
Vifcount Grandison,
Lord Rich,

Kings Majesty.

Lord Feilding,
Lord DiGBY,

Lord DUNGARVAN,

Lord DuNLUCE,
Lord Wharton,
Lord Paget,
Lord Salton.

The Names of the young Lords and
Noble-mens Sonnes.

Lord Walden,
Lord Cranborne,
Lord Brackley,
Lord Chan DOS,
Mr William Herbert,

Mr Thomas Howard,
Mr Thomas Egerton,
Mr Charles Cavendish,
Mr Robert Howard,
Mr Henry Spencer.

FINIS.

The Songs and Dialogues of this Booke
were {et with apt Tunes to them, by M'.
Henry LAwes, one of His Majefties
Mufitians.'

' Not in the 410 of 1634.

Supplement.

The Enquiry.'

|M0NGST the myrtles as I walk't,
Love and my fighes thus intertalk't :
_______ Tell me (faid I in deepe diftrefle)

Where may I find my fhepheardefle ?

Thou fool, (faid love,) knowft thou not this ?

In every thing that's good fhee is ;

In yonder tulip goe and feeke.

There thou maift find her lip, her cheeke.

In yon ennammel'd panfie by.
There thou flialt have her curious eye ;
In bloome of peach, in rofie bud.
There wave the ftreamers of her blood.

' This and the following poem are the two pieces referred to as being of
doubtful authorlhip; but it feems to be tolerably clear that they proceeded
from the pen of Herrick.

238 Supplement.

In brighteft lilies that there ftands.
The emblems of her whiter hands ;
In yonder rifing hill there fmells
Such fweets as in her bofome dwells.

'Tis true, (faid I,) and thereupon
I wente to plucke them one by one,
To make of parts a union.
But on a fuddaine all was gone.

With that I ftopt. Said love, thefe be,
(Fond man,) refemblances of thee ;
And as thefe flowres, thy joyes fhall die.
Even in the twinkling of an eye.

And all thy hopes of her fhall wither.
Like thefe fhort fweets thus knit together.

The Primrose.

SKE me why I fend you here

This fweet Infanta of the yeere ?

Afke me why I fend to you

This primrofe, thus bepearl'd with dew ?

I will whifper to your eares.
The fweets of love are mixt with tears.

Afk me why this flower do's ftiow
So yellow-green, and fickly too ?

Afk me why the flalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break ?

I will anfwer, Thefe difcover
What fainting hopes are in a lover.

INDEX OF NAMES, etc.

DOLPHUS, Guftavus,

King of Sweden. Ca-

rew's verfes on his

death, 95-8.

Aleyn, Charles, noticed.

XIV.

A[ltham?'\, Lady. Carew's poem on

her marriage to his coufin, 60.
Anglefey, Chriftopher Villiers, Earl

of, 89.
Countefs of. Poem addrefled to

her on her hufband's death, 89-90.
Arundel, Henry, Earl of, xx. xxiv.

xxvi. xxviii.-xxx.
Arundel-Garden, attached to the houfe

of that name in the Strand, 49.

Bark/dale, Clement. His Nympha
Libethris quoted, xxxiii.-iv. xxxvii.

Baron, Robert, the poet. His notice
of Carew, xliv.

Beaumont, Francis, noticed, xlv.

Brackley, John Egerton, Vifcount.
One of the mafquers in Cmlum
Britannicum, and alfo in Milton's
Comus. He was the fon and heir
of John Egerton, firft Earl of Bridge-
water. This title had originated
in Sir Thomas Egerton, who was

jocularly known as Vifcount Break-
law. See Whitelocke's Liber Fa-
meticus, edit. Bruce, 53, p. 23.

Browne, William, the poet, noticed,
xlvii.

Brydges, Sir Giles, xxvii. xxix.

Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke
of, ob. 1628, two infcriptions for
his monument. See Poems relating
to George Villiers, Duke of Buck-
ingham, edit. Fairholt, 1850; In-
edited Poetical Mifcellanies, 1870,
&c. xxvii. -viii. 74-5, 92.

Poem on his recovery from an

illnefs, 145-7-

fiwrns, Robert, the poet, 33 note.

Carew, the Family of, notices of, xix.

etfeq.

Chriftian, xxi.

George, Lord, xxii.-iv. et alibi.

Martha, the poet's filler, xxi.

xxix.

Sir Matthew, the poet's father.

xix. XX. XXX. xlviii.

(the younger) the poet's

brother, xxi. xlviii.

Thomas, the Poet, biographical

account of, xxi. etfeq.

240

Index of Names.

Carew, Thomas, bibliography of his

poems, ix.-xii.
account of MSS. remains.

portraits of him, viii.-ix.
fpecimens of his hand-

writing, XXX. 42, note.

his letters to Sir Dudley

Carleton, xxiii. etfeq.

notices of him by his con-

temporaries, xlii.-vi.
■ charafter of his poetry, xlvi.-

vni.

Sir Wymond, the poet's grand-
father, XX.

Carleton, Sir Dudley, a relative of
Carew by marriage, xxii. etfeq.xlvui.

letters to him from the Carews,

xxiv. etfeq.

Lady, xxiii. xxx.

Carlijle, James Hay, Earl of, 87.

Countefs of, the Lucinda of

Carew. Through the Dennys flie
feems to have been connefted in
blood with the poet, 41, 87, 117.
Angular dialogue upon her be-

tween Suckling and Carew, xli.

Cartwright, William, noticed, xlvi.

Cary, Henry, Lord, of Lepington.
Carew's lines before his verfion of
Malvezzi's Romulus and Tarquin,

1638, xlix. 170-1.

Thomas, a gentleman of the

bed-chamber, and tranflator of De
la Serre's Mirror which flatters not,

1639. A poem by Carew wrongly
given to him by Lawes, xlix.

Cavendijh, Mr. Charles, a mafquer in

Cesium Britannicum, 235.
Cecil, Sir Edward, xxvii.
Celia (pfeudonym), the name of a lady

to whom many of Carew's poems are

addreffed, 20 et alibi.
Chamberlain, Lord. Prologue and

epilogue, and fix fongs in a play

prefented by him at Whitehall. The
play was probably fome revival,
77-83, 143-4.

Chandos, probably William, fon of
GeorgeBruges or Brydges, fixth Lord,
(1621-54). A mafquer in Ccelum
Britannicum. He fucceeded his
father in 1654, 234.

Chapman, George, dramatift and poet,
quoted, 21.

Charles I. Carew's poem on his fick-
nefs, 45.

Carew's New Year's Gift to

him, 1 14.

Clarendon, Edward Hyde, Earl of.
His early acquaintance with Carew,
xxxiv.-v.

Cleveland, John, the poet. His appa-
rent obligation to Carew, 48, note.

Thomas, Earl of, fee Wentworth.

Ccelum Britannicum, a mafque by
Carew, fo called, 195-235.

Coke, Sir Edward, afterwards Lord,
xxviii.

Colman, Charles, Mus. Doft. quoted,
21.

Cotton, Charles (the younger), xxiv.

Cranbome, Lord. This was probably
Charles Cecil, fon and heir of Wil-
liam third Earl of Salifbury, of that
creation ; he died v. p. One of the
mafquers in Ccelum Britannicum,

234-
Crofts, Cecilia, poem on her marriage,

103-4.

John, of Saxham, cupbearer to

Charles L He has a Hymn in the fe-
cond book of Lawes's Ayres and Dia-
logues, 1655. In Herrick's works,
by Hazlitt, p. 286, is a fhort poem,
"To his Faithful Friend, Matter
John Crofts Cup-bearer to the
King," xxxiii. xxxvii. 38, 107, note.

Cromer or Crowmer, Lady (Martha
Carew), xxi.

Index of Names.

241

Crojie, Thomas, his MSS. Poems no-
ticed, xvi.

D. A; a lady to whom Carew addrefles

a poem, 108-10.
Daniel, George, of Befwick, co. York.

His notice of Carew, xlv.

Samuel, fuppofed refemblance of

a paflage in Carew to one in his
poems, 3, note.

Davenant, Sir William, the dramatift
and poet, noticed, xxxi-iii.xxxvii. 166.

Carew's lines before fome of his

poems and plays, 171-5.

Deckam, Sir John, xxviii.

Decker, Thomas, noticed, xlvi.

Denny family, of Chefliunt, Herts, &c.
connected with the Carews by mar-
riage. See Carlijle. xxx. 87.

DevonJhire,Ea.r\ of William Cavendifti,
third Earl of Devonftiire of that line,
fucceeded his father in 1628. One
of the mafquers in Cmlum Britan-
nicum, 235.

Digby, Lord. I fuppofe that this was
George, Lord Digby, fon and heir of
John, firft Earl of Briftol. He fuc-
ceeded to the earldom in 1 65 3. One
of the mafquers in Ccelum Britan-
nicum, 234.

Sir Kenelm, xxxiv. xxxvii. xlv.

Dingwall, Lord. Sir Richard Prefton,

Lord Dingwall, afterwards (1622)
created Earl of Defmond. See Dou-
glas (Peerage of Scotland, i. 416)
for a particular account of this perfon,
whofe only daughter and heirefs mar-
ried James, Lord Thurles, afterwards
the great Duke of Ormond, xxvi.
Donwe, John, Dean of St. Paul's. Carew's
Elegy on him, 92-5.

allufion to. Donne affuredly did

not deferve the encomium of Carew
or the enthufiaftic admiration of his
contemporaries, but his works will

always remain of ftandard value and
intereft. I have before me a thick
4to. MS. written in 1620, contain-
ing the bulk of his poetical writings ;
the differences between the text and
that of the old printed copies are
worth the attention of any future
editor of Donne. See Jonfon's
Works, 1 816, viii. 205. It is fome-
what ftrange, perhaps, that Carew
fhould have formed fo high an opinion
of a writer, of whofe ftyle his own
works afford no trace. Yet our poet
had, perhaps, in his recollection
Donne's Paradox, " Why have Baf-
tards beft Fortunes," when he wrote
the concluding lines on Davenant's
Poems. Seeyitpra, pp. 174-5, 96.

Draper, Sir Thomas, of Sunninghill,
Berklhire, xxxii. note.

Drayton, Michael, imitation of him by
Carew, i. note.

Duncombe, Mr., xxvii.

Dungarvan, Lord. Richard Boyle,
Vifcount Dungarvan, eldeft fon of
Richard, firft Earl of Cork ; he after-
wards fucceeded his father as fecond
Earl of Cork. A mafquer in Cesium
Britannicum, 235.

Dunluce, Randal, Lord, one of the
mafquers in Ccdum Britannicum.
He was the fon of Randal, firft earl
of Antrim. His lordlhip afterwards
married (1635) Catherine, widow of
George Villiers, firft Duke of Buck-
ingham. In 1644, he was advanced
to the marquifate of Antrim, which
higher dignity expired with him.
He is mentioned, not in a very com-
plimentary way, in a poem called
The Progrefs, printed in Inedited
Poetical Mifcellanies, 1870, 235.

Egerton, Mr. Thomas, a mafquer in
Ccelum Britannicum, 235.

I I

242

Index of Names.

Elgin, Earl of. Thomas, Lord Bruce
of Kinlofs, firft Earl of Elgin. He
was raifed to the latter dignity, June
zi, 1633. A mafquer in Ccelum
Britannicum, 235.

Falkland, Lucius Gary, Vifcount,
xxxvii.-xlv.

Fanjhawe, Sir Richard, noticed, xlix.-l.
161-Z, notes.

Fielding or Feilding, Bafil, Lord. He
was the fon and heir of William,
firft Earl of Denbigh, and was called
to the Houle of Lords in his father's
barony of Feilding in 1627. He
fucceeded to the earldom in 1643,
and died in 1675. One of the
mafquers in Ccelum Britannicum.
See " The Progrefs {Inedited Poet.
Mi/cell. 1870)."

Finch, Sir John, Lord Chief Juftice of
the Common Pleas. Carew's poem
on his intended marriage with Lady
Ann Wentworth, 107.

Fletcher, John, the dramatift, noticed,
xlvi.

Fletchers, the two, i. e. Giles and
Phineas, xlv.

Gavelkind, law of, noticed, 85.

Gaffe, Thomas, the dramatift, xlvi.

Goldborough, Mr. xxvi.

Goodwin-Sands, 85.

Grandifon, William Villiers, third Vif-
count, in the peerage of Ireland
(1630-44). One of the mafquers
in Ccelum Britannicum, and a cha—
rafter in " The Progrefs {Inedited
Poet. Mi/cell. 1870)," 235.

H. T., a lady mentioned by Carew, 33.
Habington, William, noticed, xlv.
Hales, John, of Eton. His relationfliip

to Carew. Anecdote of him and the

poer, xxxiv. xxxvi.
Hajlewood, Jofeph, the antiquary. His

annotated copy of Carew's Poems,
viii.

Hawk, Sir Thomas, xxxv.

Hay, Lady Anne, Carew's Elegy on, 87.

Headley, Henry, his criticifm on Carew,
xlvi.-vii.

Henrietta- Maria, Queen, Carew's new-
year's poem addrelTed to her, 116.

Herbert, Mr. William, a mafquer in
Ccelum Britannicum, 235.

George, noticed, xlv.

Herrick, Robert, the poet, noticed, viii.
xiii. xlviii. 49.

Holland, Henry Rich, firft Earl of Hol-
land (1624-49). One of the mafquers
in Ccelum. Britannicum. His lordftiip
alfo figures in The Progress {Inedited
Poetical Mijcellanies, 1870), 234.

Samuel, quoted, xlvi.

Hopton, Mr. Thomas, xxvii.

Howard, Mr. Robert, a malquer in
Ccelum Britannicum, 235.

Mr. Thomas, a mafquer in Ccelum

Britannicum, 235.

Howell, James. His EpiJlolcB Ho-elianae
quoted for an anecdote of Carew,
xxxv.

Jenkyns, Patrick or Patherike, fuppofed
imitation of Carew in his Amorea,
1661, 125, note.

Jonfon, Ben. Carew's Ode to him on
the play of the New June, 84-5.

— his Alchemiji noticed, 94,

noticed, xxxiv.-v. xxxvii.

Kantfield, Mr. xxvii.

Killigrew, Thomas, dramatift and poet.

A fong by Carew inferted in his

Cicilia and Clorinda, 77.

Poem on his marriage, 103-4.

noticed, xxxvii.

King-Street, St James's. The refi-

dence of Carew, xxxii.-iii. xxxvii.

L. A., Poem addrefled to her by Carew,
2-5.

Index of Names.

243

Lake, Sir Thomas. Refpefting this

gentleman, and Dr. (afterwards Sir)

Edward Lake.fee Camden Mifcellany,

i. and v. xxvii.
Langhorne, ]., fufpefted obligation to

Carew in his Fables of Flora, 1794,

54, note.
La Serre, Puget, his Mirrour which

Flatters not, 1639, tranflated by

Thomas Gary, xlix.
Lawes, Henry, the mufician, xli.

His apparent miftake refpefting

the authorfliip of one of the poems,
xlix.-l.

Lenox, Duke of. One of the mafquers
in Ccelum Britannicum. This was
Efme Stuart, third Duke, ob. 1637,

235-
London, Cuftom of the City of, in

regard to inheritance, conformable

with gavelkind, 85.
Lovelace, Richard, the poet, quoted,

xlvii. note, 14, note.
John, fecond Lord, of Hurley, co.

Berks. He fucceeded his father in

1634. See Lovelace's Poems, by

Hazlitt, xii. 107, note, 150-1.
Lumley, Sir Richard, xxvii.

MaJJinger, Philip, noticed, xlvi.
May, Thomas, the dramatift and poet.

Carew's verfes before his Heire,

1633, xxxi. xxxiv. xlvi. 167-8.
Mayne, Jafper, noticed, xxxviii. xlv.
Milton, John, refemblance between a

paffage in his Paradife Lojl and one

in Carew, 58.
Montague, the Honourable Walter, fon

of Edward, firft Earl of Manchefter,

noticed, xxxi. 97, note.

poems addreffed to. I have

before me a fmall folio MS. of mif-
cellanies in verfe and profe, writ-
ten about 1660, in which one of the
articles is : "A true Coppie of Mr.

Walter Montague's Letter fent from
Paris in France 21th of Nouember,
1 63 5, to his Father the right ho''^ the
Earle of Manchefter, declaring y'
reafonsofhis Conuerfion toy^Romifh
Churche." Montague wrote a dull
paftoral tntiiled The Shepherds Para-
dife and a work called Mifcellanea
Spiritualia, in two parts, 99, 101.

Chief Juftice, xxviii.

Morton, Mr. (afterwards Sir) Albert.
See Inedited Poetical Mifcellanies,
1870; Lyfons' Environs of Lon-
don, I ft edit. i. 246, and Hannah's
Courtly Poets from Raleigh to Mon-
trofe, 1 870, pp. 96-8, 232-3 ; xxvii.

Murray, Sir David, of Gorthy, noticed,
xlvii.

Nevile, Gilbert. Poem addreffed to
G[ilbert] N[evile ?] from Wreft
[-Houfe, Bedford .'], in.

• Katherine, 147-8-9.

Mary. Perhaps thefe were all

the children of Sir Thomas Ne-
vile. See Shirley's Works, vi. 448.
In Johnfon's Scholar's Guide, 1677,
there is an anagram on Maria Nevila
— Alia Minerva, 147.

Newport, Mountjoy Blount, firft Earl
of, (1628-65,) one of the mafquers
in Ccelum Britannicum. This is
almoft certainly the perfon intended
in the Progrejl (Inedit. Poet. Mifcell.
1870), 234.

Nowell, Alexander, Dean of St. Paul's,
tutor to Carew's father, xx.

Paget, William, iifth Lord ( 1 629-7 8), a

mafquer in Ccelum Britannicum, 234.
Pen\nington f']. Lady, Elegy upon, by

Carew, 24-6.
Philips, Edward, authorofthe Theatrum

Poetarum. His opinion of Carew,

xlvii. note.

244

Index of Names.

Pick, Samuel, his obligation to Carew,
in the Banquet of Pleafure, 1639,
17, note.

Pope, Alexander, noticed, 92, note.

R. C. the poet's coufin. Verfes on his
marriage, 60-1.

Randolph, Thomas, the poet, noticed,
xlv.

Ribbon, poem on a, tied round the arm
of a lady. Both ribbons and fcarves
were formerly worn as love-favours,
38-40.

Rivers family, of Penfliurft, Kent, re-
lated to the Carews, xix.

Robinfon, John, Vicar of Sunninghill,
Berks. His petition againft the exe-
cutors ofT. Carew, xxxviii.-xl.

iJoos, William Cecil, Lord. Ob. 1618.
He went ambaffador extraordinary
to Spain in 161 7. See Handb. of
E. E. Lit., 1867, p. 297; xxvi.
xxvii. xxix.

Rutter, Jofeph, noticed, xlv.

S. E., a lady on whom Carew has a

poem, 40-1.
Salter, Sir W., 71.

Lady, epitaph upon. " In the

parilh church [of Iver, co. Bucks]
is a monument in memory of Sir
George and Sir Edward Salter, fuc-
ceffively carvers to King Charles I.
with the effigies of Mary, Lady Salter
(wife of Sir George), rifing from her
coffin in a fhroud." — Lyfons' Magna
Britannia, i. 587, 71.

noticed, xxxvi. note.

Saltan or Saltoun, Lord. This was
probably Alexander, ninth and (of
that family) laft Lord (161 1-69).
A mafquer in Ccelum Britannicum.
Old editions have Saltine, 235.

Sandys, George. Carew's verfes before

his Paraphrafe upon the Divine
Poems, 1638, 169-70.

noticed, xxxi. xlv.

Saxham, co. Suffolk, the feat of the
Crofts family, xxxiii. xxxv. 34-6.

Carew's poem addrefled to, ibid.

Scaliger, Julius Ca;far, noticed, xliii.
Shakefpeare, W. Imitation by Carew

of a paffage in Romeo and Juliet, 58.

noticed, xlvi.

Shirley, James, the dramatift and poet.
Poems by Carew printed as his in
1646. Carew's poem of The Hue
and Cry inferted in Shirley's Wittie
Faire One. The ftatement that Mr.
Dyce was unaware of this circum-
ftance muft be retrafted. See Shirley's
Works, vi. 410, note. There can
be little doubt that Carew was the
real author of the three pieces com-
mon to his poems and to thofe of
Shirley, viz. The Hue and Cry, Song,
Would you know what's Soft, and
To his Mijtrefl Confined. Shirley
was a palpable imitator of Carew in
many pieces to be found among his
poems. See the lines headed " To
the Painter," &c. (vi. 414) and
compare Carew, p. 134, 128, note.

his notice of Carew, xlv.

noticed, xlv.

Sidney, Sir Philip, noticed, xlv.

Somerfet, Sir Edward, xxvii.

Spencer, Mr. Henry, a mafquer in
Ccelum Britannicum, 235.

Spenfer, Edmund, noticed, xlvi.

Stapylton, Sir Robert, noticed, xlv.

Stipendiarice Lachrymce, 1654, quoted.
Compare thefe lines with a paffage
in Carew (infra, p. 62), xlv.

Suckling, Sir John, the poet. His inti-
macy with Carew, xl.

his poetical Dialogue with Carew

quoted, xli.-ii.

noticed, xliv.-vi.

Index of Names.

245

SunningUU, co. Berks, manor of.
Granted to Carew by Charles I.,
xxxi.-ii. xxxviii.-xl.

Town/end, Aurelian, the poet. Carew's

anfwer to him, 95.
noticed, xxxi.

Varin, Jean, the engraver. His me-
dallions of Carew and his wife, viii,-
ix.

Vaughan, John (afterwards Sir John),
xxxiv.

ViUiers, Lady Mary, Carew's epitaphs
upon. This was the daughter of
George Villiers, firft Duke of Buck-
ingham of that family, and governefs
to the PrinceJs Henrietta. Among
Sir John Beaumont's Poems, edit.
Grofart, p. 157, is " A Congratula-
tion to my Lord Marquefle of Buck-
ingham,atthe Birth of his Daughter."
See alfo Herrick's Works, edit. Haz-
litt, p. 146; xlvii. 70-1.

Vifcount. See Buckingham.

Walden, Lord, a mafquer in Ccelum

Britannicum, 235.
Waller, Edmund. Compared with

Carew, xlvi.-vii.
Webjler, John, noticed, xlvi.
Wentworth, Lady Ann. Poems on her

projefted marriage with Sir John
Finch, and on her fubfequent union
with John, fecond Lord Lovelace;
flie was the niece of T. Killigrew,
107, 150-1.

Lady Mary, infcription on her

tomb, 72.

Thomas, Lord, Earl of Cleveland.

Married a Crofts of Saxham, by
whom he had one fon, who died
vita patris. Lord Cleveland fur-
vived till 1667, his fole heirefs being
the above-mentioned Anne, Lady
Lovelace ; ibid. 1 07, note.

Wharton, Philip, fourth Lord. A maf-
quer in Ccelum Britannicum, 234.

Wickham, co. Kent, the birthplace of
Sir Matthew Carew the younger,
xxi. xxix.

Winwood, Mr. Secretary (Sir Ralph),
xxvii.

Lady, ibid.

Wood, Mrs., afterwards Lady Haring-
ton, xxvii.

Wrejl. Wreft-Houfe, near Bedford,
the feat of the Greys, Dukes of Kent,
is probably intended. It lay fix
miles to the fouth of Bedford, iii.

Wycherley, W., the dramatift, 33,
note.

York-Hou/e, in the Strand, 49, note.

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