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Anacreon. Willis, Francis, b. 1663 or 4. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. Oldham, John, 1653-1683. Wood, Thomas, 1661-1722. S. B. [20], 114 [i.e. 108] p. Printed by L. Lichfield ... for Anthony Stephens ..., Oxford : 1683. Poems incorrectly attributed to Anacreon. Preface signed: S.B. [i.e. Francis Willis, Abraham Cowley, John Oldham, and Thomas Wood, translators]. Cf. Halkett & Laing (2nd ed.). First ed. of this translation. Cf. BM. Reproduction of original in British Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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THE PREFACE . THE Great Inducement that drew on my Genius to this bold attempt , was the desire of communicating to the World those hidden Sweets , that pretty Diversion that long time lay undiscover'd in this Author ; as also the tempting Pattern set by the unimitable Mr. Cowley : where he has rendred part of this Author so lively in an English dress , that I began to esteem it of allmost equal Beauty with the Original . But when I consider'd the loss of those many Infinuating advantages the Author had over the Ears of his Auditors ; To whom the Unaccessible Graces of that Language , the Delicacies of his Wit and Stile , dish'd up with all the Tickling Art of Musick , could not but yield a very pleasant Gust . And now that the same Copied out in a less copious Tongue , and without that ●…dditionary●…uty ●…uty of the Attuning Harp , which was customary in those days , should equally relish with us ; I am apt to conclude next of Kin to an Impossibility . To supply therefore these defects ; I have in a Looser Method , but according to the forementioned Pattern ▪ English'd this Author with a Parallel fancy of my own here and there interwoven , but as I d●…re aver , nothing derogatory to the sense of ▪ the Author ; And however this Method may seem to some to be onely the wanton Sallies of a ranging Fancy , and the too licentious play of a Poetical Mind ; yet I can easily satisfy my self that t is nothing but what is authorized by Mr. Cowley nothing but what is adapted to his Model ; which whoever takes the pains to read will at first sight discover , when he views his Verses here interserted ; which at first I design'd to have put in different Characters , but afterwards I recalled those thoughts , knowing that no one could be a pretender to Poetry , who is wholy , Ignorant of his Works , or cannot with a Cursory glance discern his finer strokes from my mean Endeavours . I must confess I am willing to Patronize this fluenter kind of Version which I cannot call properly either Imitation or Translation but rather impute it to be somewhat which as yet wants a Name . Neither do I look upon this to indulge too much Liberty , but onely to grant a freer Range to sense and Reason : I profess my self an utter Enemy to the too narrow tye of a verbal Translation , and when I chance to spy an Author of this kind who has slavishly confined himself to the least Particle of his Original ; Methinks it looks as if not onely the Motion of the Body ( according to Des-Cartes opinion ) but that of the Mind too was performed by Mechanism ; All his uneasie production seems so forc'd , so much strived for , as if his Wit like the Goddess of it could not be produc'd without the Labour of the Brain ; And this methinks is the ready way of Burlesquing both himself and the Author . This gross failure I have made it my business all along to avoid , and have affected a decent Naturallness , so that my Love Verses might run as soft and easie as the Subject ; my Rants and Drunken Songs might be so far proportionable , as to seem the hectoring Efforts of a Debouchè ; in which I am afraid I have been guilty of the most Errata's because being not well acquainted with those vices , I was forced to preposses my mind with a debauch'd fancy and then write with all the extravagancy of Thought . But now lest some Novice in Poetry should pretend to Criticize upon the unevenness of the Verse , I must be bold 〈◊〉 to tell him , that I esteem it the greatest Excellency ; and am strangely taken with Horace for observing this Idiom in his Sermo's , where his sense is not confined to an affected smoothness but seems undesignedly to happen into Verse ; * and as if he took Plato's Opinion in this case for a Standard , when he tells us , that the Verse ought to observe those Cadencies required by the sense , and to be squared to that ; and not the Sense to the Verse . This therefore is sufficient plea for those seeming Errors , which might trapan an unjudieio●…s Reader into false Criticisms . And as for the common Expressions I have made use of in this Piece , they were altogether designed ; and not on purpose to help out with unseemly Bodges the de●…icient Rhime , but to avoid that reprehension , the Tragaedians of old lay under according to the sentiments of Ariphrades , * who condemned em for deviating from the usual Dialect of Speaking . Which indeed in my opnion is no small failure ; and Aristotle himself ownes that they derogated much from his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or property belonging to Poesie . As for the licentious gingling of the Rhymes , no one will have reason to judge it an Innovation , if he does with a nice scrutiny examine into some of the Verles in an Ode here imitated by the Auhor of the Satyrs against the Jesuites : and I am very willing to favour this way and could allmost wish blank Verse were much invogue , knowing very well it would give the Fancy fairer play , being not imprisoned withing the narrow limits of Rhyme ; thus far I have apologiz●…d for those licenses I have here indulged my self ; and that no one after this might Cavil at the design of this Piece , where vice seems to be so gawdily apparalled on purpose to draw over some to be its Proselytes , I would have the Reader know that this is far from the intent of the Author , who onely designed it as an innocent recreation to divert the Mind after it has been ●…eized with the long fatigue of Business , and to fill up those vacant hours appropriated to Mirth ; and also with insinuating delight to please the Ladies : for whom great part of this Book ( viz. That product , those enamou●…ing features of Love so prettily delineated by this Author ) was peculiarly intended : in rendring which the onely thing I have to glory in is ; that whereas I have had such enticements to use a wantonness of Speech , and in the plainness of Language to display the Ladies Naked ; yet I have been so decently Modest , as not to admit of one expression that may adulterate the chastest thoughts of a Nun , or exact a Blush from the most reserved of that Sex. I shall only now desire the Ladies favourably to accept this , and bless it with their Approbation ; then I shall be exempted from the fear of any ill-natured Critieks , being well assured that as for the Generality of men they are so much theirs , so much bound in Cmplaisance to Will and Nill the same , that to dislike what the Ladies approve , were in some Measure to contradict themselves . From these therefore I beg that my applause may be uttered with all the Emphasis of a Smile ; yet this alas would be too much , and onely render me more unhappy ; I should then begin to envy even my own work , and account it my happier Rival ; nor could I propose to my self any other means of satisfaction , then by wishing they would by a kind Metonymie accept the Author for his Book . S. B. The Life of ANACREON . ANACREON was a Poet famous for Lyriques amongst the Graecians , and according to Strabo an Inhabitant of the City Teios ; whence he took the denomination of Te●…us , and whence we read in Ovid Teia Mu●… about whose Parents the Antiquarians are of different Opinions , and seem dubious on whom to confer that Honour . Some would have his Father to be Scythinus , others Eumelus , others say his name was Parthemus or Aristocritus ▪ I shall not therefore endeavour to reconcile these differences , but were I to guess at his Genealogy , byass'd by the delicious Wantonness of his Stile : I should be apt to conjecture , that Bacchus had sometime stoln the Marriage-Sweets of Venus , and palliated his crime with this off-spring . His life was a continued Scene of Delight , and his Body seemed , instead of a Soul , to be informed with nothing but Love. He was much enslaved with the Masculin Love of a Beautiful Boy named Bathyllus ; as we may easily apprehend by his often mentioning of him throughout his whole Book , as also by that of Horace . Non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo Anacreonta Teium . — Nor was he less enamoured with the powerful charms of his Mistress Eurypile ; for whose affection he determined his Genious so to Love-Verses , that Cicero says of him , His Poetry is all ore a treatise of Amours . Which I am apt to imagine a mistake , knowing that Bacchus equally shares in it , and he never separated those two chief Ingredients of an Epicurean's happiness , Women and Wine . To the Latter of these he seemed to owe all his Enthusiasm , all the youthful vigour of his Old Age : he was so actuated , so enlivened with this , as if , when his own Spirits decayed , Those of Wine became vital . He was much addicted to the vice of Drinking , whence he was reproachfully entituled by some 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , and the Athenians ( as Pansanias relates in his description of Greece ) erected his Statue in a Drunken posture . There goes a very pleasant Story of him , that once having took a Cup too much of the Creature , he came staggering homewards through the Market place , and ●…eeling against a Nurse with a Child in her Arms named Cleobulus , he had almost beat her down ; nor did he c●…ave her pardon for this Offence , but injured her as much afterwards wich a scornful , hectoring reply : upon which the Nurse begged that the Justice of Heaven would take it into consideration , and prayed that he might be hereafter with all the Tyranny of af●…ectionate Passion as much endeared to the Child ●…s now he abhorred it . Now after Cleobulus was past his Infancy , he ●…ecame so strangely beautiful , that Nature seem●…d extravagant in bestowing all her charms upon ●…ne face ; and the Gods being mindful of the ●…urse's request inflicted upon Anacreon the sweet●…evenge ●…evenge of Love , as appears in some of his mai●…ed pieces , where he draws up this Petition to ●…he God of Love. Tu propitius ●…neras exaudi preces , Fave Cleobulo , suscipe amorem meum . But Athenaeus is of Opinion that this Poet was not so much given to debauchery and seems ●…o clear him from the crime of Drunkenness ; when he says , ▪ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lib. 10. Dei●… : Fol. 429. that he onely played the Counterfeit as much in composing his drunken Songs , as I have in translating them . As ▪ for the other part of his Verses ▪ those L●…es of Love , and b●…s for delight , they seem by a kind of Sympathy to be co●…le to his Life , and maintain an equal Correspondence with Mitth and Pleasure : so that by the lusciousness of his Stile , and neatness of Wit , he got himself no small repute amongst the Ancients ; some of which dignified him with the title of the delicious Anacrean , the Honey-Poet ; And Plato , though a very nice Philosopher who allows of no pleasure but that in the Abstract ; who terms the gross enjoyment of the sensual Appetite a Brute delight , ●…nd accounts that refined bliss the Marriage of Souls a property onely entailed on Rationalls ; yet he was so overswayed with the Poetical Philtres of of Anacreon , as to sign his approbation of a more substantial delight in gratifying the Senses , and abandon that aerie notion of pleasure , as a shadow of Solid joy , a mere creature of ●…ancy ; when he calls this Author the wise Anacreon : Whose Moralls tell us he was a great Abetter of Epicurism , he placed his Summum Bonum in the gross embraces of delight and all his Actions tended to that as to their Centre ; he pronounced to his Mind the Poets Requiem , Aetate fruere , Enjoy thy Life ; and if any hour slipped away without Mirth he accounted it mispent , and himself guilty of the crime of Idleness ; he abandoned all gravity and Wisdom as bold Incroachers upon the liberties of Pleasure ; Business was a mere stranger to his mind , nor did ever the turbulent thoughts of that discompose the calmness of his Breast : Nay what most of all commands our Admiration is , that when he was under the severe Discipline of Age when nothing is becoming but to be Morose , and commence a Dissenter in Jollity ; to see how Love overpower'd all these Tyrants , and a Smile could pry out some kind cranies to peep through his wrinkled looks , how he could be capable at this Winter of his Life to be inflamed with Love ! As if Nature had priviledg'd in him , a familiar Society , a friendly Neighbourhood betwixt two Contraries , Heat and Cold. I am apt methinks now to credit the theft of Prometheus , or subscribe to the tenet os Heraclitus Physicus , that his Soul owed its being to fire : when I see it so often flash out in wanton sparks of Love , and betray the flame within , when he writes with all the heat of Passion : But t is said besides these Love-Songs he composed several Elegies , and Iambicks , and several other Pieces of Poetry , which the World hath not been so happy to retain . The time he lived in is ambiguons : Eusebius records it in the LXI Olympiad , Suidas in the LXII , and makes him Cotemporary with Polycrates a Tyrant at Samos ; His Verse so mollified the harsh temper of that Prince , and as it were civilized his brutal Disposition , that he became no small favourite of his ; But others are of Opinion , that he flourished under the Reign of Cyrus and Cambyses , and that not being able to suffer the Tyranny of the Persians , he betook himself to Abdera a City in Thrace whose sometime inhabiting there might attone for the Epidemical Disease of that people , Dullness : here he long time enjoyed the sweets of a quiet Life , attended with content and mirth the gay retinue of a Poet ; and in the LXXXVth year of his Age died being choaked with a Grape-stone , upon whose death we have this Elegy out of Caelius . ATte Sancte Senex a●…us sub Tartara misit , Cygneae clausit qui tibi vocit iter : Vos Hederae tumulum , tumulum vos cingite Lauri Hoc Rosa perpetuo uernet odora lo●…o ; At vitis procul hinc , procul hinc odiosa face ssat , Quae dirae causam protulit una necis ; Creditur ipse minus vitem nunc Bacchus amare In vatem tantum quae fuit ausa nefas . English't thus . HAil Bard triumphant , whose melodious breath A Grape-stone stopp'd , the Thunder-bolt of death . Let Ivie now thy envied Tomb surround , And let it be with thy own Laurels crown'd ; Let grateful Roses od'rous offerings bring , And here enjoy an everlasting Spring ; But hence , far hence be plac'd the treach'rous Vine , That made immortal Thee to death re●…gn ; Bacchus self hates it now , 't is thought , and grieves T' has kill'd a Poet in whose Verse it lives . ANACREON Translated out of the Original Greek . I. Love. I 'll sing of Heroes , sing of Kings ; In mighty Numbers , mighty things . Begin my Muse ; but lo the strings To my great Song rebellious prove ; The Strings will sound of nought but Love ; I broke them all , and put on new ; 'T is this or nothing sure will do . These sure ( said I ) will me obey ; These sure Heroick Notes will play . Strait I began with with thundering Jove . And all the immortal Powers , but Love , Love smil'd , and from my enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Airs , such as inspire Melting Love , soft de●…re . Farewell then Heroes , farewell Kings , And mighty Numbers , mighty Things ; Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings . II. Beauty . LIberal Nature did dispense To all things Arms for their defence ; And some she Arms with sinewy force , And some with swiftness in the course ; Some with hard Hoofs , or forked Claws , And some with Horns , or tusked Jaws . And some with Scales , and some with Wings , And some with Teeth , and some with Stings . Wisdom to Man she did afford , Wisdom for Shield , and Wit for Sword. What to Beauteous Woman-kind , What Arms , what Armour has she assign'd ? Beauty is both ; for with the Fair What Arms , what Armour can compare ? What Steel , what Gold , or Diamond , More Impassible is found ? And what Flame , what Lightning e're So great and active force did bear ? They are all Weapon , and they dar●… Like Porcupines from every part . Who can alas , their strength express , Arm'd when they themselves undress , Cap-a-pe with Nakedness ? III. Cupid or the Cunning Beggar . ORe all when Night had silence spread , Chain'd down by sleep and all lay dead , When Moon and Stars below did rest , With former watchings much opprest ; When even Thought in peace was lain ; And the Old Nothing seem'd to reign ; A pretty Boy at door did wait , And me for Lodging much intreat , Complaining long of cold and wet . I am says he a fatherless , And hungry Child in much distress : My Mother to some neighb'ring Town To beg relief for us is gone , Left me and Innocence alone . Good Sir , if the kind Gods you love , Let me , poor me your pitty move . T was here he stopt ; and down his Face Methought the Tears did flow apace , His formal Cant I soon believ'd , And thought that I his Tears perceiv'd . Compassion came from every part , And pleaded strongly in my Heart ; My Heart , which its own ills desir'd , And even I my self conspir'd . I rose and strook a Light , then strait With Pious hast unlock'd the Gate ; ( So headlong to our Fate we fly , So fond are we of Misery . ) I saw the Youth , 't was wondrous fair , His Eyes did like two Stars appear , His Limbs upon each other shone , And made a Constellation ; But heats as yet I must not feel , With Wings he did himself conceal , ( For know with Pomp and Leisure he Prepar'd at length to Murder me . ) His Darts and Bow did seem around To hang , as Play-things newly found ; Destruction then with kind intent I modishly did Complement , I warm'd his hands with mine , but see Two fires did back upon me ●…lie ; For though more cold then Flint he came , He had like that a secret flame . His Hair was wet , but even then Some glimmering beauties did remain ; At length the Curls in order lay , 'Ore which ( that led my Soul away ) Millions of little Loves did play : I call'd him Ganymede , I 'de swear That Cupid was not half so fair : Nay , that I might my kindness shew , I think I hugg'd and kist him too . Cheer'd thus , warm Life came up again , And all in every part did reign ; All discontent and cares did cease , His Bow-strings th' onely thing amiss ; So prettily he strait forgot , Each grave and unbecomming thought . Le ts try says ( affecting strait A meekly look , the greatest cheat ) Le ts try ; if'gainst my Bow th' unkind Heav'ns , rage and malice have design'd . ●…re to the head the Dart was drawn , And here the mighty God was shewn ; For ( Oh ) in my unwary Breast Death and the Fatal Steel did rest ! Impatient Sense and Nature dies , And Love alone a Life supplies . The grinning Boy augments my pain , With Drolls and Sc●…ffs he wounds again . Landlord , he cries , my Bow you see Is much above an Injury . All ills against your Heart were meant , Kind ills which Heavn and Cupid sent . And you to me that warmth did give , A double gift do back receive ; I grant ( my gratitude to prove ) That thou shall scorch and burn with Love. IV. The Epicure . UNderneath this Myrtle shade , On Flowrie beds supinely laid , With od'rous oyls my head o'reflowing , And around it Roses growing , What should I do but drink away The heat , and troubles of the Day ? In this more then Kingly state , Love himself shall on me wait . Fill to me Love , nay fill it up ; And mingled cast into the Cup Wit , and Mirth , and noble Fires , Vigorous Health , and gay Desires . The Wheel of Life no less will stay . In a smooth than rugged way . Since it equally doth flee , Let the Motion pleas●…nt be . Why do we precious Oyntments shower , Nobler Wines why do we pour , Beauteous Flowers why do we spread , Upon the Monuments of the Dead ? Nothing they but Dust can show , Or Bones that has●…en to be so . Crown me with Roses whilest I live , Now your Wines and Oyntment give , After death I nothing crave , Let me Alive my pleasures have , All are Stoicks in the Grave . V. The Rose PRetty Rose , Thou gawdy Flower , Sacred to Love's mighty power , Whence there 's no Lover ever seeks , But finds Thee in his Mistres Cheeks , ) Thee thy Red Jolly looks design The fit Companion of Wine ; Crown'd thus , we 'll drink and merry be , Till we look gay and Red like Thee . Queen of all the Flowers that wear The Liv'rie of the painted year . Thou Lovely Darling of the Spring , How doest thou short-lived glories bring , How doest thou vex us , but in this , That thy Life no longer is . Thee the Gods love , hence they design To draw thee fresh with Paint divine , And in thy Reds strive to display The blushing Infancy of Day . The God of Love more lovely now , Adorns with thee his comely brow , When with the Graces dauncing , he Sees nothing there so fair as thee : Then prithee let me Roses have , A Rosie Chaplet's all I crave ; For which , Thou God of Wine , each day I 'll thee in Drunken Carols pay ; And when the beauteous Roses spread Their Ruby lustre round my Head ; How shall one Dear She , and I , In Mirth and Gallantry comply ; Free from care , free from strife , We 'll daunce the pleasant Maze of Life . Another . WHilst Roses round our Temples twine , The envy of the Rosie Wine , In which we cares and business bury ; Thus we live , thus live merry ; The Beauteous Virgins dance a round At the Harps no less charming sound , Their wanton Ivie wands too they As Badges of their Mirth display : ( That twining Plant seems to prove The fittest Emblem of their Love. ) See how each Harmonious Boy Does sometimes Daunce , and sometimes Play ; They Sing and Daunce away their prime , And by such Motions measure Time ; Love himself makes up the Quire , Venus does with soft Airs inspire . That sprightly God , the God of Wine , Pours New life through every Vein . All 's Mirth : even now the ●…rave , and Sage Curse the dull awkerdness of Age. This the true life , this sure must be , Since Life it self's but Harmony . VI. The Wound . WHen once I did rebellious prove , Nor own'd the S●…reingty of Love. Love smil'd , and strait he took in hand His all commanding Purple Wand , Which kindly forc'd me to obey , And through strange Paths with Love to stray . We pass'd ore sweetest flowrie Plains , And through swift Amorous curled Streams , Where even sensl●…s●… things I saw , Did pay obeysance to Love's Law. Kind Reeds did to each other move , The Waters self seem'd warm with Love. Even Brambles our approach to greet , Did in kind rough embraces meet . Thus as I pas'd and well did spy How all Things , All Things Lov'd but I , A pretty spangled glittering Foe , Too gay I thought to wound me so , A Snake with 's Sting did life betray , My Heart had almost fled away . But Cupid call'd it back , I see All Hearts at his disposal be . Who nodding check'd my stubborn pride , And thus at length began to chide . No matter what those fools sustain Who account Love the greatest pain , Which but once tried , none e're did wish That so much dreaded pain to miss . VII . The Dream . AS on a Purple Quilt I chofe By Night to take my sweet repose , Where dewie Sleep fell on my breast , And all my cares lay calm'd in Rest , My wanton Fansie sporting lay , And call'd my roving Thoughts to play . Who in their sport and am'rous flight Made up this Landskip of delight . Methoughts ( but oh 't was but a Dream ) I wandring spied a spotless train Of beauteous Virgins , where each face Provok'd enough to th' amorous chase . Strait the coy Phantoms fled away , Not would for my kind Courtship stay . I follow'd strait , but lo hard by A Troop of gallant Youths did ly . Who there would fain have rival'd me , And forc'd me back with railery , Yet this alas but fann'd the fire , And added Wings to my desire . Methoughts I made the greater hast , And seiz'd the amorous Prey at last . And then I proffer'd at a Kiss , But wak'd in the Interim of bliss . Curse on my Eys that open'd day , And chas'd those pleasant Forms away . My Eyes , that now will useless be , If I such sights may sleeping see . Thus raving I lay down , and then I onely wish'd to Dream ag'en . VIII , The Dove . TEll me , Lov 's Envoy , prithee do Whither dost this Journey go Or whence did'st this sweet voyage take , Through perfum'd Air which thy Wings make . Which with their wanton fannings spread , Such Odours , as embalm the Dead . Such Odours , as I 'de almost Swear Zephyrus Gales not sweeter are , When with some Rose he has bin at play , And kist its fragant Life away . The Dove reply'd , what 's this to Thee ? I carry Anacreon's Embassie ; Which he with courteous kind intent Has to his Lov'd Bathyllus sent . Bathyllus whose fair face does prove The Potent Monarchy of Love. T is true I once was Venus slave , Nor carry'd ought but what She gave , Who for a Love-Toy , for a Song Sold me to her Anacreon . Whom now I serve you see , and bear These his Love Letters through the Air ; Which soft as mine own Feathers are . For which good Office kindly he My hated freedom proffers me . But all the freedom which I crave Is that I still may be his Slave . For why should I , tell me why , Range through the Desart of the Sky ? Or make some Mountains top my Seat To fit and moan for want of meat ; Or when the year does bounties yield , And Fruits enrich each Painted Field , Why should I course Berries eat , Rough as the Brambles where I sit ? Where all my Victuals drest must be By Natures homely Cookery . When I can here as freely stand , And peck out of Anacreons hand . Delicious Crumbs , such as be The sweet effects of Luxury . And gulp such Wine , as he himself Drinks when he names Bathyllus health : And when I 'me drunk with this , I play And dance and revel all the day . But when all things do silence keep , And the still Night invites to ●…leep , I on his Harp reposingly , And dream of nought but Harmony . This Sir is all , this is the brief Account of my Voluptuous life . Go with this Narrative content , Youv'e made me already impertinent . That you your self will say anon , ●…'me Dove in all parts , but my Tongue . IX . Cupid in Wax . A Friend of mine expos'd to sale A Waxen piece , wrought wondrous well . The God of Love was form'd in this Soft as he by Nature is . Where Art so much of life did give , The smiling Image seem'd alive . Pleas'd at the sight , I ask'd the price Of this well imitated piece . My Friend reply'd , Sir what you please , I 'le thank you too for the release . For I 'me no Artist truth to tell , But Love at any rate I 'de sell , With painted Arrows , painted Bow , Which make a real dreadful show . I dare not longer Cupid trust , Brother to insatiable Lust. Nay then by your leave Sir , I cry'd , If you 'd be of this torment rid , Think not to vend the ware , but know That you must buy your Chapman too . Come hang 't give me a Groat , I l'e take The Image home , but for Heav'ns sake Prithee Love my breast inspire , And kindle vigorous desire . Or else in flames far above All the extremities of Love , Thy stubborn Form shall soon decay , The Waxen God shall melt away . And if thou this deniest to me , The fire shall thy Sole ●…uine be . X. Age. OFt am I by the Woman told Poor Ana●…reon thou grow'st old . Look how thy Hairs are falling all , Poor Anacreon how they fall . Whether I grow old or no By th' effects I do not know , This I can tell without being told , T is time to live , if I grow old . T is time short pleasures now to take Of little life the best to make , And manage wisely the last Stake XI . The Swallow : FOolish Prater what ●…'st thou So early at my Window do , with thy tuneless Serenade ; Well't had been had Tereus made Thee , as Dumb as Philomel , There his Knife had done but well . In thy undiscovered Nest , Thou dost all the Winter rest , And dreamest o're thy Summer joys , Free from the stormy seasons noise . Free from th●… thou 'st done to me , Who disturbs or seeks out Thee ? Had'st thou all the charming notes , Of the VVoods Poetick Throats All thy Art could never pay What thou 'st hast ta'ne from me away , Cruel Bird thou 'st ta'ne away , A Dream out of my arms to day . A Dream , that ne're must equall'd be , ●…y all that waking Eyes may see . Thou this damage to repair Nothing half so sweet or fair , Nothing half so good can'st bring , Though men say , Thou bring'st the Spring . XII . A Rant . THat Noble Soul , the Phrygian Boy Damn'd all Sense , a useless Toy . When with the Goddess big he reel'd , And bravely roar'd it in the Field . Where Mountains listned to his voice , And Eccho'd back the Drunken noise . Thus , Thus of old th' inspir'd Men , Drank Bumpers up of Hypocrene . Till Frensie-strook they did begin , To fancy some mad God within , They soar'd above all common Sense , Wing'd with a Drunken Excellence . And all their ventrous rage let fly , In Dithyrambick Poetry . Whilst these , these my Examples be , I 'll curse all dull Sobriety . Fill'd with Wine 's delicious charms , Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms , My Passion uncontroul'd shall rove , Doubly debauch'd with Wine , and Love. XIII . The Duel . YEs I will Love then , I will Love , I will not now Loves Rebel prove . Though I was once his Enemy , Thoug ill-advis'd and stubborn I Did to the Combate him defie . An Helmet , Spear , and mighty Shield Like some New Ajax I did wield , Love in one hand his Bow did take , In th' other hand a Dart did shake , But yet in vain the Dart did throw , In vain he often drew the Bow , So well my Armour did refist , So oft by slight the Blow I mist. But when I thought all danger past , His Quiver empty'd quite at las●… . Instead of Arrow or of Dart He shot Himself into my heart . The living , and the killing Arrow Ran through the Skin , the Flesh , the Blood , And broke the Bones , and scorcht the Marrow ; No Trench , or Work of Life withstood : In vain I now the Walls maintain , I set out Guards and Scouts in vain Since th' Enemy does within remain . In vain a Breast plate now I wear , Since in my Breast the Foe I bear : In vain my Feet their swiftness try , For from the Body can they fly ? XIV . The Drunkard : FIll the Bowl with rosie Wine , Around our Temples Roses twine , And let us chearfully a while , Like the Wine and Ro●…es smile . Crown'd with Roses we contemn Gyges wealthy Diadem . To day is ours , what do we fear , To day is Ours , we have it here . Let 's treat it kindly , that it may Wish at least with us to stay . Le ts banish Business , banish Sorrow , To the Gods belongs To Morrow . XV. My Fate : LEt other Poets build their glory , On the ruin'd Trojans Story Ill neither Sing of this or that , Or the mighty Thebans fate , Though I was sure to Sing withall , In such sweet Numbers as might call The stones again into a Wall. Nobler Themes My Breast inspire , Nobler Songs provoke my Lyre : Nobler Wars , such as be Wag'd by a disdainful she . Though I should stand where Canons roar , 'T is She alone can wound me more I have try'd by Land and Sea enough , I am all Weapons , but loves proof ; Love , who in Ambuscado lies All armed in my Mistress eyes . Each glance of her shoots forth a Dart , And every look commands a heart . XVI . The Cup. MAke me a Bowl , a mighty Bowl Large as my capacious Soul. Vast as my thirst is , let it have Depth enough to be my Grave . I mean the Grave of all my care , For I intend to bury't there . Let it of Silver sashion'd be , Worthy of Wine , Worthy of me . Worthy to adorn the Spheres , As that bright Cup amongst the Stars . That Cup , which Heav'n deign'd a place Next the Sun , its greatest grace . Kind Cup , that to the Stars did go To light poor Drunkards here below , Let mine be so and give me light , That I may drink and revel by 't . Yetdraw no shapes of Armour there , No Cask , nor Shield nor Sword , nor Spear . Nor Wars of Thebes ▪ nor Wars of Troy , Nor any other Martial Toy , For what do I vain Armour prize , Who mind not such rough exercise , But gentler Sieges , softer Wars , Fights that cause no Wounds nor Scars . I 'll have no Battles on my Plate , Lest sight of them should brawls create , Lest that provoke to Quarrels too , Which Wine it self enough can do Draw me no Constellation●… there , No Ram , nor Bull , nor Dog , nor Bear , Nor any of that monstrous Fry , Of Animals which stock the Sky . For what are Stars to my design , Stars , which I when Drunk out shine Outshone by every drop of Wine . I lack no Pole star on the Brink , To guide in the wide Sea of Drink . But would for ever there be tost , Wish no Haven , seek no Coast. Yet gentle Artist , if thou 'lt try Thy Skil , then draw me , ( let me see ) Draw me first a spreading Vine , Make it's Arms the Bowl entwine . With kind Embraces such as I , Twist about my loving She. Let its Bows o're-spread above Scenes of Drinking , Scenes of Love. Draw next the Patron of the Tree , Draw Bacchus and soft Cupid by , Draw them both in Toping shapes , Their Temples crown'd with cluster'd Grapes . Make them lean against the Cup , As t were to keep their Figures up . And when their reeling Forms I view , I 'll think them Drunk , and be so too . The Gods shall my Examples be , The Gods thus Drunk in Effigy . Another . HEre Artist all thy Skill impart , With Richest Metal , Richer Art , Make me a Bowl brighter far , Then Heav'ns Cup gilt with many a Star , That Cup to which we 'll nothing owe , T is This shall influence us below . In various Colours , various dress , Here thy rich Workmanship express . First let the flowrie Spring appear , The Drinking Season of the year . When every verdant Rose Tree still Of dewie-Nectar drinks it's fill . And when 't has long carousing stood , Breaks out into many a Bud. Buds , which once op'd , will blush to be The Effects of Insobriety . Then let these Infant Roses shine , As if they borrow'd from the Wine A Drunken redness , thus to be The Emblems of good Company . And to make up the tempting show Let Wine in Streams seem to flow . And in feign'd Riv'lets rowl along , Enough to Fuddle Lookers on . But prithee Artist , above all Draw no Aegyptian Festival . Make no Deaths-heads the Living fright , Or check their Mirth , curb their delight , But rather let young Bacchus here In all his stagg'ring shapes appear . Draw Venus with hands lifted up As 't were to Minister the Cup. With all her She adorers too , Where each shall Hebe's office do . Then draw the lovely amorous Boy , But make him lay his Arrows by . He 'll here no Bow , no Arrows want Whilst Wine it self's Praedominant . Next spread around the Mantling Vine , And let it the rich Bowl entwine With cluster'd Grapes , such as may Call the Birds once more away , Flattring 'em with a painted Prey . And underneath the pleasant shade , ( If any by this Tree is made ) Make all the smiling Graces play , Melting their softer hours away . Let 'em inspir'd nimbly move , Some with Wine , some with Love. Draw last of all good Company , Such as may Phaebus place supply . Phaebus who though he above shines bright , Seemingly drunk with reeling light , Should he but our Revels know , Would rather choose his Heav'n below . Would rather chuse to light us here And make the circling Bowl his Sphere . Would rather have , when day is done , Our Wine , his Western Ocean . XVII . Drinking . THe thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain , And drinks , and gapes for Drink again . The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant drinking fresh and fair . The Sea it self , which one would think Should have but little need of Drink Drinks ten thousand Rivers up , So fill'd that they o'reflow the Cup. The busie Sun ( and one should guess By 's drunken fiery face no less ) Drinks up the Sea , and when h 'as done , The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun , They drink and dance by their own light . They drink and revel all the night , Nothing in Natures's sober found , But an Eternal Health goes round . Fill up the Bowl then , fill it high , Fill all the Glasses there , for why Should every Creature drink but I , Why , Men of Morals , tell me why ? XVIII . The●…ish ●…ish to his Mistress . I 'Me told how Bodies change their State By the shuffling hand of Fate ; Which when once dispos'd to play Does some strangely convey And steal 'em from Themselves away . Here it leaves one , when life is gone , In wondring postures made a Stone . Another there stands doubting yet Whether to trust her Wings or Feet , Amidst these Scenes of Changes now Should the Gods my wish allow , Thy happy Looking-glass I 'de be , That thou might'st always gaze on me , Where thou might'st spy , ( was my Breast clear ) Thy self , thy very self is there . I 'de wish my Thread of Life were spun Into t●…y rich and precious Gown . That I might to Embraces hast , And clasp my Love about the wast . Or let me in pure Riv'lets flow , Which when thou bath'st will brighter show . Or let me in sweet Essence dy , And here exhale my O'drous breath Whilst I thy limbs perfuming lye , Who could wish a sweeter death ? Or let the Heav'ns to exceed my wish And urge it on to greater bliss , Make me your Necklacé , Shape , or Shoe , Nay any thing that belongs to you . XIX . Heat . FIll , kind Misses , fill the Bowl , And let the Wine refresh my Soul. For now the thirsty heat of day Has almost drunk my Life away ; VVhole flouds of sweat will scarce fuffice , It drinks , and still new flouds arise : It drinks , till I my self grow dry , And can no longer flouds supp●…y . Now then my Heat , releive , And now your Cooling Garlands weave , Cooling Garlands , such as may Invite refreshing VVinds to play , And chase the Tyrant Heat away . But this I doe perhaps you le guess Because I mean to Love you less ; Or do 't because I 'de hence remove All the flames and heat of Love. Foolish Girls , perhaps you know This to the Body good may doe ; But Love can no abatement find , Love 's the High-Feaver of the Mind . XX. Solitude . GRant me ye Gods the Life I love , And lend to me a shady Grove : There let the Trees Verdant Hair Sport with each kind blast of air . Let Birds the Choristers of the wood Sing all that 's pleasant , all that 's good . Make some liquid silver stream In soft whisperings court the Plain . And let me here Flowers behold Fringing its banks with native Gold. Then tell ye Gods , tell if ye can VVhat Prince , what great unhappy man VVould not thus a Cell prefer , And chuse to live an Hermit here . XXI . Gold. IF all the sorcerie of Gold , That which can all things els●… wi●…hold , Could but prorogue the fatal day , Or cou●…t one fleeting minutes stay ▪ No doubt I should a Miser be , And hugg the Ore as much as he . Nor should I count it then amiss That this his Life , this his all is . But since there 's nought , early or late Can brib●… inexorable Fate , Since all must go one common way , The ri●…hest and the poorest Clay . Why does the Mi●…d up store , Why does he drudg for useless Ore ? T is all at best a gilt deceit , All but a pleasant life's worst cheat . Then since t is so , I 'll pleasures take , And of my time the best I 'll make . Smiling Mirth , gay Jollitry Shall treat each hour that passes by : Nay I will Love , and then each day Even Time it self will wish to stay ▪ Thus my short life shall pleasant be , Thus I shall longer live then he . XXII . Life . NAture sent us all abroad , Directing us a narrow Road ; The slippry Road of Life , which men Once pass , and nere begin ag'en . O ▪ re Hedge and Ditch Hope leads e'm on , And talks of pleasant Fields to come , But see th' inchanted grounds are gone . How many years I 've passed ore T is known , but what remaineth more , Or when Death takes the Trav'lers in , T is hidden , sacred , and u●…een : Well then since all things doubtful are And there are Gods we know not where , Fill up the Bowl we 'll dance and sing Till Nature does true knowledg bring . And thus , my Friends we'll joys receive , And thus we 'll ●…nd the way to live . XXIII . The careless Companion . WHilst the Cup walks nimbly round , All my Cares in that lye drown'd . I banish Business to the great , Business the great man's Favourite . Business shall now no more molest The even temper of my Breast : For since my Age does downwards bend , Why should I hasten to my end , Why should I thinking on my Fate , Thus my Sorrows Antedate ? Fill then my Boy , come fill it up . I 'll bury all cares in this Cup. For whilst the Cup walks nimbly round , All my Cares in that lye drown'd . Another . WHilst I carouse , all my cares sink Into the vast Sea of Drink ; Methinks I Craesus then despise , With all his useless Treasuries , Richer far in that bright Coin , That sparkles in each Glass of Wine ; And what I like better still , All that Gold is potable . T is that has rais'd a precious thought , And me to fansied Riches brought ; To me thus rich , all things below Do but meer empty Trifles show . With Garlands deck'd I roar , and sing , Greater ▪ than the greatest King. Methinks I laugh at Honour ▪ s cheat That so imposes on the Great . I laugh at all the small renown , That dimly glimmers on a Crown . Let others now to Wars repair , And seek for flutt'ring Honour there . Charge me a Cup Boy , prime it well , T is this shall all my Foes repell : Charge all the Goblets there , for wh●… Death stealing on methinks I spy ; But I 'll forestall his great design And be dead drunk before with Wine . XXIV . In the Praise of Bacchus . WHilst Bacchus Temple in my Breast By the Mighty God's possest , That God who first from Lightning came , Now brisk and active as the same , He does with Mirth my Mind inspire And tunes my Heart just to his Choir . My chearful Pulse beat more strong , My Bloud in Numbers skips along . Drunk thus methinks I 'me in a Trance , And all my body 's but one Dance . Methinks I hear Venus rehearse Some charming Song , some dancing Verse . That kindly moves ( methinks I see ) My trembling Nerv's by Sympathy . Which dance afresh , by Wine and Love , Thus I like a Machin move . Now let the Learn'd say what they can , Musick is the Soul of Man. XXV . His Mistresses Picture . DRaw , some Apelles , Draw me here Her who is the onely fair . She 's fled ; but in my breast I find She has left her self behind . Thy Colours then make ready all , And copie thus the Original . First draw her Hair black as the Night , In which all Lovers take delight . And if the Wax will Odours bear Perfumes , that owe more sweets to her , Draw her High Forehead ( let me see ) Whiter then whitest Ivory . Then paint each brown declining Brow , That serve so oft for Cupids Bow : Who when with killing strives to please , Will onely then make use of these . ●…ut lest these comely loving pair Of Arches , meet into one Fair : At a small distance let 'em show , They wou'd be one , and are scarce two : Below these if thou canst display , Of her two Eys the double day , Where dazling Lightning seems to play . Like Lightning they glide through the Skin , And wound the Heart that 's lodg'd within . But to add all their Graces too , Let 'em like Pallas's be Blew , Which more than ere her Gorgon slew , Let 'em such charming glances dart , As Venus when she wounds a Heart . This being done : her Cheeks next view , Where ( if you 'd imitate the true ) Steal Blushes from the Rosie Morn , ( Such even such her Cheeks adorn ) And mingle with the streaming light , That paints the Milkie way so white . Mean while her cherry Lips don't miss , That tempt our tasting in a Kiss ; Lips that like Suada's still dispence , The sweet Conserv's of Eloquence . Her Chin and Neck in white array , Where all the Graces dance and play . And last of all let her be , Veil'd in a Dress as gay as she ; But let that Little part be bare , That where all Woman does appear : Now the Draught finish'd ; now I find She 's drawn so lively to my Mind ▪ That what she wo'nt , ( le●…t my heart break , ) The Picture 's self , I think , will speak . XXVI . Bathyllus . IF Painter thou true Life can'st draw , Now , now , my fair Bathyllus shew . On 's Hair a charming blackness lyes , And even thence a light does rise . Make wandring little Curls to dance In a well ordered Negligence . His High Forehead bright as the Morn Black , narrow , Eye-brows do adorn . Through which , as from a Bow that 's bent ▪ Sha●…p Arrows from his Eyes are sent . To my Heart let them a passage bore , And make me love him more . Make fierce , black eyes , that Thousands slew , Yet make 'em kind and courteous too . This Angry part by Mars was sent , This Mildness here by Venus lent . That down th' Admirer drives , And this the Criminal forgives . His Cheeks with Youth and Blushes drest , By fairest Apples are exprest . Let modesty o're all command , Else the piece will blush to mend your hand . His Red , plump Lips and little Mouth Will puzzle and torment us both . Pretty , Delicious , — oh they 've outgone All Art , and all Description But let sweet smiles around 'em play , And there becoming moistures lay , To them let Eloquence be joyn ▪ d , As if for Rhetorick design'd . They must at least a Motion make , And even Silence seem to speak . Like that of the Spheres let it be , A sweet but unheard Harmony . And in this charming Face , let all Be stately and Majestical . Ore's slender , Ivory Neck I 'll pass , And with more joy do downwards hast . His Breast is full in every part , For it contains Anacreon's Heart . Smooth are his hands , both long and White , Which Kisses must from all invite . Here through blew veins pure bloud does glide ▪ Here on it of 't the Soul does ride . To this fair place orejoy'd it runs , Long stays it makes , and quick returns . His large , big Belly all approve ▪ T is in Drunk'ness graceful and in Love. His Thighs to Marble I 'de compare , But that they soft and tender are Loose quivering flesh in Whiteness lies , And stiff cold Age with fire supplies . Let there be now a thin slight shade , Or Anything or Nothing made . An inward tickling onely draw , And Love 's fi●…st pleasant Itchings shew , Even now let flowing Nature try To pass the bounds of Chastity . But see your Art is too unkind , It does not show the Charms behind Charms , that seem now lovelier far , ●…cause they hidden are . On him I will not Feet bestow . For lovèrs never look so low . I onely this of you shall claim , That you 'd the piece Apollo name . And if you e're Apollo see , Call 't Bathyllus in Effigy : For Both are Gods , both lov'd by me . XXVII . The Captive . IN Chains of Flowers made The Muses Love did lead . Intreating Beauty that she 'de take The Prisoner which she first did make . Though Venus su'd for Liberty , And wish'd that he might all obey , Admire sometimes Deformity . For that of Pride had store , And Aegypt Monsters did adore Fancy made wrinkled faces fair , And Hills and Dales fine Prospects are . But though to Love enlargment's brought , Dear Captivity he sought . All salvage Wildness nobly scorn'd , And to Beauty , Beauty he return'd . XXVIII . The Jolly Drunkard . STand of , my Thirst can never cease , I 'll drink it all , though Bottomless . Heav'n shan't show the Soul , nor Hell That me in Madness dares excel . Two Graecian Sparks t is true Their ill natur'd Mothers slew , Then stark and raving mad did run , Because the brave exploit was gone And never could again be done . But I that am contented well With harmless drink and Whoring still , That ne're an angry Rival kill'd , Nor prying Cuckolds bloud e're spill'd , I that in Claret do delight , And drink such bloud with appetite , Beyond an Extasie can fly , And stare and rave more decently . Let Heav'n then show the Soul , or Hell That me in Madness dares excel . A Lovely sight it was , When Ajax through the Troops did pass , Through Hills of Wool fierce Anger shot , And in the Sheep his Graecians sought . O're Northern Alps he seem'd to fly , And through the Snow to cut his way . Of , heavy senses he complains , And throws down th' useless weight of Brains . Stout Hercules did mount with pride , And in his Rage was Deify'd . He strait shook of the fleshly load , He first grew mad and then a God. See then after this draught of Wine , His Star I 'll strait outshine ; A Nature I will have like his , And thus an Apotheosis . Here , here Perfection is exprest , Madness with new madness is possest . Let Heav'n then show the Soul or Hell , That dares in Madness me excel . XXIX . The Account . WHen all the Stars are by thee told , ( Those endless sums of heav'nly Gold Or when the Hairs are reckon d all , From fickly Autums head that fall . Or when the drops that make the Sea , Whilst all her Sands thy Counters be , Thou then , and thou alone must prove Th' Arithmetician of my Love. An Hundred Loves at Athens score , At Corinth write an Hundred more . Fair Corinth does such Beauties bear , So few is an escaping there . Write then at Chios Seventy three , Write me at Lesbos ( let me see ) Write me at Lesbos Ninety down , Full Ninety Loves and half a one . And next to these let me present The fair Jonian Regiment , And next the Carian Company Five hundred both Effectively . Three Hundred more at Rhodes and Crete Three Hundred 't is I 'me sure complete . For Arms at Crete each Face does bear ▪ And every Ey 's an Archer there . Go on , this stop why dost thou make . Thou think'st perhaps that I mistake , Seems this to thee to great a Summ , Why many Thousands are to come . The mighty Xerxes could not boast Such different Nations in his Host. On , for my love ( if thou be'st weary ) Must find some better Secretary . I have not yet my Persian told Nor yet my Syrian Loves enroll'd , Nor Indian nor Arabian Nor Cyprian Loves nor African , Nor Scythian nor Italian flames , There 's a whole Map behind of Names . Of gentle Loves in the temperate Zone , And cold one 's in the Frigid one . Cold frozen Loves , with which I pine And parched Loves beneath the Line . XXX . The Swallow . BEloved Bird , who as you fly Our Spring bring up , or lead away : Whom Swains that doubt if Winter 's done Trust rather then the Sun ; That in the Summer build'st thy Nest , And many Thou's are strait encreas't ; That when ill — natur'd Colds appear , Do'st from the stormy World retire , And then with pleasant Sleep opprest , I ong with thy Sons and Daughters rest : See , how unreasonable is Love , That from my Heart will never move , That every Minute builds , With Love and every corner fills . That Heats or Colds will nere refuse , Heats or Colds new Births produce . The young Ones here unfeather'd lye , And wish for Cupid Wings to fly . Some in the Egg unformed lay , Their own warmth to Life works out away . Half hatched are some , and do receive But half a Soul , are half alive . All gape for Food , and All The Mother Love with chirpings call . His tuneless Notes each one does try , And All within is Harmony . Bred up , they strait together meet , And each Ten Thousand does beget . In short so many Loves do rest , Within my sad tormented Breast , By one Tongue they can't be all exprest . XXXI . To his Young Mistriss . BEcause Forsooth you'r young and ●…air , And fresher then the Rose appear , Gray Hairs you treat with scornful Eye , And leave me most unmannerly . Sweet-heart , these Ashes do contain Embers , that strive to flame again . And Aetna that on 's Top has Snow , Feels warmth and fire below . With Roses whitehair'd Lillies shine , And in a Garland joyn , They lock't in close embraces lye , And kiss and hugg most decently . XXXII . Upon Europa . THis Bull , my Boy ▪ sure is some ●…e , Who in disguise is making Love. Methinks through his guilt Horns I spy , The brightness of the Deity . His Front does no curl ▪ d fierceness wear , All Heav'n does in his Looks appear , His very Looks speak him a God , Who now has left the blest abode . Nay whence I more of credit take , Europa's mounted on his back . Europa who outshines by far All his beauteous Harlot's there , Though each Harlot's made a Star. Methinks I see him now convey The Nymph , through the wondring Sea , Whose Chystal Waves swell here and there , Seemingly proud of what they bear . He now like Oars his feet does ply , And rowes through the watry Sky , T is Jov●… I mean , for sure no Beast Half so happy , half so blest , Wafted a Virgin ore the Seas , And left his Lowing Mistresses . Nay none of all the Gods above ▪ But he , nor he were 't not for Love. XXXIII . The Vain Advice . TAlk not to me of Schoolmens Rules , Those Antiquated , pious Fools , Who gravely preach of this or that , Of the Stoicks Chain of Fate . I hate each sober , groveling thought , That 's from their musty Morals brought . To those whom vice and youthful rage , Has turn'd ore to decrepit Age , Perhaps this Talk may Rhetorick be , But prithee Fool what i' st to me ! Drinking my sole Precept is , And my Life is link'd to this . Then teach how I may Drunk commence , Above the low Intreagues of Sense . Or to raise the Frensie high , Bless it with Loves Debauchery . For since my Head can nothing show , But aged Frosts or Winter Snow , Since Life may'nt till to Morrow stay , Give me the man that lives to day . Then fill the Glass Boy , fill the Cup I 'le squeeze it to the last drop . Do'nt this attendance grudging give , To the small remainds I have to live . I now have but short time to crave ; All lye silent in the Grave . XXXIV . The Spring . SEe how Nature 's self a●…gay Ushers in the Springs new Day . At whose approach , the Graces wear Fresh honours on their flowing Hair , With Roses deckt , whose Leaves infold Smiling Crowns of studded Gold. Nothing now does Mirth annoy , Nothing stops the coming Joy ; The busie Winds that us'd to stit The Waves , and raise a watry War ; Unwillingly to Rocks repair , And wast themselves in murmers there . The rugged'st Sea it self awhile Smooths it's rough looks , and seems to smile : See how the Ducks with wanton play ●…n their green Lakes sport all the day , The prudent Crane with full career Comes sailing through the floating Air. And with her wish'd return does bring Tidings of th' approaching Sp●…ing . The Sun now all ore Eye delights Himself , in Natures painted sights . His bounteous Rays lavishly guild The lowest Shrubs , the meanest Field : The sullen Clouds now post away , Nor interrupt the chearful day : Or what remain dissolve in Showers , And bless their fall upon the Flowers . T is now , the Country Farmers strive T' enjoy the Sun-shine of a life . Here one endeavouring , we see , With curious Art to prune the Tree ▪ Anothet there checks in time The wanton growth of the spreading Vine . T is now the Earth with Herbs is bless'd , And in it's rich green Mantles dress'd . The Olive now luxuriant grows , And all its verdant Riches shows : Now full blown Roses in their prime Embrace the Bowl that foams with Wine . See now some loaded Trees expressing Th' extravagant Springs over blessi●… Each Field , each Garden seems to call Nature profuse and Prodigal . XXXV . The Old Man. OLd as I am I can contain More Wine than a younger brain . An Hogshead for a Wand I wave , And in a newer fashion rave . I reel into a Dance , while there My drunken Hickups Musick are . I fight , twelve in a Hand begins The Battle , and Anacreon wins : More honour , more I do desire , Present again , and still give fire . Thus Sack , my Boy , will on us wait , And thus its Souldiers animate . I 'me Old t is true , but see How Active age can be , Silenus is a Drone to me . XXXVI . The Enjoyment : WHen the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth infuse ; With a rage , far beyond all That ere was term'd Poetical ; My new-rais'd Genius soars up high , And vents it self in Poetry . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does Mirth Infuse : Wisdom that grave Impertinence , And all the busie thoughts of Sense , All the Distractions of Wit , I to the rough Winds commit . Winds that to Sea my troubles bear , And leave 'em to raise Tempests there . When the Vines pleasant Juice , Into my Mind does Mirth infuse ; Rapt in a Drunken Extasie Through perfum'd Air I seem to fly ; And by the Journeying of Thought Am to a strange pleasant Somewhere brought , When the Vines pleasant Juice , Into my Mind does mirth infuse , And when rich Garlands Crown my Hair , Gemm'd with Flowers here and there ; I lavishly begin to praise A Quiet Life's Golden days . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my Mind does mirth infuse , When Essence round my head does flow , And I hugg a Mistress too ; Venus alone my Lyre does move , My Song is all employ'd on Love. When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse , And I drink a chearful Cup , Which Summons all my Spirits up ; How do the Jocund Girls enhance My joys , in a continued Dance . When the Vines pleasant Juice Into my mind does mirth infuse , To Day is mine , I 'll live to day , T is what the Gods can't take away . To Day shan't pass away by stealth , To Day is all my ready wealth : For the Remainds of Lifes short date , Are all but in the gift of Fate . XXXVII . Cupid wounded . AS Cupid once with wanton play Amidst the Rose-trees sporting lay Nor did the Chymist Bee behold Extracting there his liquid Gold. The busie Animal by chance Stung him with his little Lance. Wounded thus , th' impatient Child Orecome by Passion strait grew wild ; He sighing strait fled through the Air , And scatter'd some vain murmers there . And when he came to the Paphian Court , Where 's Mother Venus did resort ; I 'me kill'd , I 'me kill'd faintly ( he cry'd ) ( And strait his Tears flow'd in a Tide ) Mother ( he cry'd ) I 'me now undone , See , see my life is almost gone . A small wing'd Serpent with his Dart Hath stung me to the very heart ; I know not well its name ( let 's see ) I think the Plowmen call 't a Bee. The Queen of Love reply'd , my Boy If such a Sting can Life destroy ; Think but what pain thy Arrows cause , And how thou doubly kill'st with those . XXXVIII . An Hymn to the God of Wine . LEt 's drink , let 's sing , but with design In Hymns to praise the God of Wine . The God , that seated in the head , First in Numbers taught us how to tread . That makes the unskilful sing , and be A Wit , and of 't good Company . The God , that always was design'd To be to Venus joyn'd . That heats us in our amorous fights , And whets our whoring appetites . Who swearing first did institute , And Drunkenness as his Attribute . The God that friends creates , And drowns all strife , and fierce debates . Here Sorrow knows not how to weep , And watchful Grief is rock't asleep . Wine like a Sea within him spreads , And like an Island stands his heart , Care the depth and danger dreads , And wisely backward does depart . Purge Sorrows then away ; you see , You see the Sov'reign remedy . Le ts laugh to day , for Life is blind And to Morrow may not find , Time's more unconstant then the Wind. Lead up a dance , and when you make A Step , then then a brimmer take : That pretty Toy a Girl seek out , With her frisk and sport about ; Sigh , smile , kiss , hug , then shew What well digested Wine can do . To those our cares we will dispense , Whom affliction teaches Sense . We more cheaply know , Drink , and sing , and reel abroad , For what else should we do , But praise the best the greatest God ? XXXIX . Of Himself . ORecharg'd with Wine a Dance I love , And that all things may move In different Figures , as of ●…ld , The first confused Atoms rowl'd . The Harp with Wine all over wet , Its Hearers must intoxicate ; But still the Ladies I would please , With Riddles , and Cross purposes . My Heart fierce Anger never tore , Kind Love had seiz'd it all before ; Scolding and Noise I always fly , Chief Enemies to good company . I hate all intestine Jarrs , All fierce unnatural Wars . Which rudely Pots , and Flagons raise , And onely in confusion cease . Of Heav'n a Handsome Girl I crave , Good Wine , and Musick ; then ( Life gone ) into her Lap my Grave I 'll fall the best of men . And there in peaceful softness lye , Melted with Love and Harmony . XL. The Grasshopper . HAppy Insect , what can be In happiness compar'd to Thee ? Fed with nourishment divine , The dewy Morning's gentle Wine ; Nature waits upon thee still , And thy verdant Cup does fill ; T is fill'd wherever thou doest tread , Nature self 's thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink , and dance , and fing ; Happier then the happiest King ! All the Fields which thou dost see , All the Plants belong to Thee , All that Summer Hours produce , Fertile made with early Juice . Man for Thee does Sow and Plow ; Farmer He and Landlord Thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor does thy Luxury destroy . The Shepherd gladly heareth thee More Harmonious than He. Thee Countrey Hinds with gladness hear , Prophet of the ripened year ! Thee Phaebus loves and does inspire ; Phaebus is himself thy Sire . To thee of all thing ▪ upon Earth , Life is no longer then thy Mirth . Happy Insect , happy Thou , Dost nether Age nor Winter know . But when thou 'st drunk , and danc'd , and sung ▪ Thy fill , the flowry Leaves among , ( Voluptuous , and wise withal , Epicurean Animal ) Satiated with thy Summer feast , Thou retir'est to endless Rest , XLI . The Dream expounded . ONce in my Dream I seem'd to fly , From I know not what , I know not why ; Nor did the Heaviness of Sleep Constrain my fleeting Thoughts , or keep My Fancy back , but through the Air I seem'd to post with full career . The amorous Boy pursu'd me strait , Though hinder'd by unusual weight , He did his flight so contrive , He soon oretook the Fugitive . Now what I may deduce from hence , What Mystical , what hidden Sense Is couch'd in this , I know not well ; Yet this my Fancy seems to tell : That I , who admir'd every Face , Was taken with each little Grace ; With one , because Slender and Pretty , Another Fair , another Witty ; From all these potent Tyrants free , Must but by one now conquer'd be ; Nor is it strange , She 's All to me . XLII . Upon Cupid's Darts . AS Vulcan at his Anvile stood Forging Love's Darts , gentle and good , Of red-hot Steel ; which did retain Some Sparks , that use to burn again ; Venus in Hony dip't 'em all . And Love allay'd the Sweets with Gall. When furious Mars return'd from fight , Without the least glimm'ring of delight . No smiling Looks , no unusual Grace Disturb'd the Majesty of his face . In 's dreadful hand a Spear he bore The rougher Instrument of War. And laughing took up Love's light Dart ▪ ( But little thought it caus'd such smart ) This is , said h●… , a pret●…y Toy , A Play-thing fit for such a Boy ; Cupid at length made this reply , Sir , if you please , the lightness try ; With that he shot the new-made Arrow , Which pierc'd him to the Marrow , And wounded deep : Venus smil'd To see the God of War beguil'd . Who vainly pray d ; hence , hence remove The Dart , I feel enough of Love. No , no , Love cry'd your pain enjoy , You know my Arrow 's but a Toy . XLIII . Upon Gold. A mighty pain to Love it is , And 't is a pain that pain to miss But of all pains the greatest pain It is to Love , but love in vain . Vertue now , no●… noble Blood , Nor Wit by Love is understood , Gold alone does Passion move , Gold monoplizes Love. A Curse on her , and on the man , Who this Traffick first began . A Curse on him who found the Ore A Curse on him who digg'd the store . A Curse on him who did resine it , A Curse on him who first did coyn it . A Curse , all Curses else above , On him who us'd it first in Love. Gold begets in Brethren hate , Gold in Families debate : Gold does Friendship separate , Gold does Civil Wars create , These the smallest harms of it , Gold , alas does Love beget . XLIV . Pleasant Old Age. I Love the man , whom froward Age Can in its Quarrels nere engage . Who as merrily to his Evening's come , As if Life's short Day●…ere ●…ere but begun . I love the Young Gallant , who knows What to his early years he owes . Who frequents Balls , and strives t' outdo , What th' height of Na●…re prompts him to . T is this , t is this pleases the man , Who has almost ou●…v'd his span . Who in a Dance is often old , And by 's gray Hairs he now grows old . He now grows Old ; but when all 's done His Mind is ever , ever Young. And what his Body can't do then . His youthful thoughts act o're ag'en . XLV . The Drunkard's delight . GIve me Homer's tuneful Lyre , Let its sound my breast inspire With no troublesome delight , Of the Trojans well sung Fight . I et it play no Conquests here , But it s own Conquests or'e the Ear. This I 'll strike , on this I 'll play , And in soft Musick spend the day . Bring the Cups , where we receive What Laws the awful mark does give . I 'll fill 'em fair , I 'll drink 'em all , Till I grow mad , and Whymsical ; Till Nothing 's sober in me found , But I stagg'ring dance around . My Joyful Harp , in Complaisance , With trembling Strings shall sing and dance . Then some new Rant I 'll sing ; and cry Defiance to Sobriety . XLVI . The Effects of Wine . THe Youth who nobly stands his ground , Who never baulks A Brimmer round . Who in Dancing does delight , Is Bacchus only Favourite . Patron of each brave design , Who giv's us Philtres in our Wine , Who makes us loue in spight of Fate , And doubly burn with Wine and that ; Wine that to the Grape Tree ows Its Purple Streams with which it flows ; Wine that keeps its Patients free , From each daring Maladie . Wine is our Doctor all the year , We no assaults of Sickness●…ear ●…ear ; But wisely rave with decent rage , Free from the Disease of Age , Free from Diseases of the Mind , Till another year grows kind , And brings again our health , new Wine . XLVII . Advice to a Painter . PRi●…hee , Painter , do but hear , How my Lyre courts thine Ear ; How it does all it Charms employ , And ravishes with speaking Joy ! Let the Bacchae their Pipes blow , Which to hoarse Air their Musick owe. Sweeter Accents far rebound From the Harps smooth tongue'd sound . Therefore add to my delight , And draw some pleasant curious sight ; Ore some Countrey , ore some Isle , I et simpring Colours cast a smile ; Let thy Pencil now outdo What Peace in all its charms can shew , ( And if the Wax be'nt too unkind But proves prop●…ious to my mind ) Let some Love-Intreagues appear And be the onely Varnish here . XLVIII . Venus Engrav'd on a Dish . SEe by some hand Industrious grown , By some ventrous Art is shown , In a Dish the Ocean ! Whose Margin counterfeits a Shore , The well-wrought Sea seems to roar ; So much the Waters seem to flow , You 'd think the Metal running too ; Amidst these Waves I Venus spy , Some Artist's Fancy mounted high , Stole the Idea from the Sky . From whence he drew her Limbs so bright , Clad but in thin wrought Rays of Light ; She with unwieldy joy does pleas●… In her killing Nakedness . Nor do the happier Waves conceal But what 't were impious to reveal ; And but with prudent Secresie Prevent th' Adul'try of the Eye . See how she treads the marbl'd way ! And darts around a glorious day , Like Nymphs that o're the Ocean play . And when she wantons in the Seas , And rows ore Chrystal Palaces ; The smitten Waves rowl along . ( Happy 's the Foremost in the throng ) With eager joy , meaning no harm They allmost crowd into a Storm . And about her Rosie Wast Their curl'd embraces cast . Whilst she her various Colours strows , And Paints the Path where e're she rows ; Such colonrs white-fac'd Lillies spread Mixt with the Carnation's red ; Such Venus is all-ore . But see How the bended Dolphins play ! How they dance along the Tide , On whom the little Cupids ride ; And in their dimpl'd looks express Their mutual Happiness : The little Fishes with quick glance Show their guilt Coats , they skip , and dance ; Thus they speak joy for want of tongue , Nature in vain has made 'em dumb ; Venus smiles too , and does appear So Nat'ral , as if born ev'n here . XLIX . The Grapes : TO us the Vine its store does give , And we with eagerness receive ▪ Young Men and Maids together come And bring the weighty Treasures home ; Whole Vineyards in one Vessel lay , And true Wine from th' Trees is born away , But if we owe a Birth to Art , And Midwife force must Act a part , A Secresy the deed requires , And every Virgin strait retires . For Men alone the Grapes do tread , And Wine 's by skilful Drunkards made ; To Song and Dance the God does yield , And all things are with Bacchus fill'd . With sparkling fires crown'd he stands , And all our Eyes commands ; On his Streams like a Sea-God lyes , That from the Deep did lately rise . Old men , as they walk along Do tast , and see , and strait grow young . Their Crutches gone , they dance , and play ; Whilst Age , and gray Hairs drop away . The Younger men look Red With thoughts of Wine , and Love ; which feed Upon each other , and do thrive With long Enjoyments kept alive . Under a Myrtle shade Or'ecome by sleep a Nymph is lay'd ; That nere a proffer'd bliss declin'd , In Dream , still thoughts to thoughts were kind . Thus all Women will , but few Dare act awake what then they 'd do . For now of fierce disdain , The affronted Youth does long complain , Is every Minute kill'd . Sees more than all , because conceal'd , And strongest struglings seem to yield But since all Courtship was in vain , He strove by Storm the Fort to gain , He plunder'd , ravisht , and lead on His force , and man'd the Garrison . He thanked the Grapes that courage sent , That made him bold and impudent . L. The Rose . NAked the Spring would seem , and bear , If Roses did not dress the year ; The Rose that to the Gods presents It self , sweeter then Frankincense . The Joy of man , who gently lay'd Upon a Rosie Bed ; That and the Graces round him move , And deck , and bless his hours of Love. The Rose , where none designs amiss , If he does that or Venus kiss . This Plant the Poets strive to praise , And would for this exchange their Bays . Through Files of Pikes and Bryars , we Push on our hands most willingly . But the Rose when gather'd wounds does heal And we then onely Roses feel . Insipid is our Mirth , and flat , If these our Wits do'nt animate ; At Bacchus feasts for dead though lain , With these refresh'd we drink again , All things are in perfection great , If they the Rose but imitate . The winged Morning climbs the Sky , And her Rosie-Fingers does display , Bright onely by a Simile . Each Nymph a strict Beholder seeks , Proud of this Colour in her Cheeks . Loves Rosie-Goddess he●…e does sit , More Lovely by that Epithet . In short a Med'cine t is , For all I●…ls and Sicknesses . He that its vertues understands , will beggar all Physitians ; Nay in the Grave 't will lay , A●…d keep hungry Time away : Perfume the Carkass , and preserve ; Whilst almost Death and Worms do starve . When Venus first from the Sea's Womb In Beauty cloath'd did come ; And watry Mountains stop'd to see The naked newborn Prodigy . When armed Pallas from the head Of teeming Jove was lead ; Then sprang the Rose , 't was then Our Goddess first did reign ; Strange and wonderful her birth Amaz'd her Mother Earth . Of this the Gods did first deb●…te , And in Heaven a Council sate . All did Nectar on a Bramble drop , And soon the Rose leapt up . It first on Bacchus smil'd , then strait Did it self to Bacchus dedicate . LI. Grown Young. WHen some brisk , and airy Scene , Does my Opticks entertain With frisking Lads who their lives sooth , And nobly spend th' ●…state of Youth ; The Wantons , Pimps for fond delight , Provoke my feeble sight , My sight ; which by some magick Art Scatters Youth thro' ev'ry part . My cripp●…'d feet in steps advance , And wonder why they dance . And whilst they in these sports engage , Forget the clumsiness of Age. Now th●…n , Cybelle , round my head Garlands of new-blown Roses spread ; In this Princely posture strait Let some Boy on me wait , Let him , to favour my design , Push it on with lively Wine ; Then let him stand amaz'd , to see How I young and active be ! How Jollily my Life does pass ! How I 'me disposed to take a Glass ; Dispos'd to break a youthful Jest , Dispos'd to frolick with the best . LII . The Mark. NOthing undistinguish'd lies , Or cheats the sight in false disguise ; A Mark is stamp'd on all , that we May in each a Dif●…rence see ; Th●…wandring Horse does keep A Superscription on the Hip : The P●…thian by his Turbant's known , A Lover by his Heart is shown ; Nor does the hidden Mark raise doubt , But oft in blushes Sallies out ; And oft the Flame that brands his Breast , Is by his Tell-tale Looks exprest . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A25322-e120 * Plat●… Lib. 3. de Rep. Page 400. * Aristot. de Ar●… po . cap. 22.