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A78187) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 120104) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 169:E1221[1]) Pocula Castalia· The authors motto. Fortunes tennis-ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams, &c. By R.B. Gen. Baron, Robert, b. 1630. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver. [20], 137, [1] p., plate : port. Printed by W.H. for Thomas Dring, and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the George, near Cliffords-Inne in Fleet-street, London : 1650. R.B. = Robert Baron. In verse. The words "The authors motto. .. Epigrams, &c." are bracketed together on title page. The portrait is signed: W. Marshall sculpsit. "Fortunes tennis-ball", "Eliza", "Poems", and "Epigrams, &c." each have separate dated title page; pagination and register are continuous. A1 is cancelled. Annotation on Thomason copy: "June 25", "25". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. The authors motto -- Fortunes tennis-ball -- Eliza -- Poems -- Epigrams, &c. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Epigrams, English -- 17th century. 2007-05 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-06 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Robyn Anspach Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Robyn Anspach Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion POCULA CASTALIA· The Authors MOTTO . Fortunes Tennis-Ball . ELIZA . Poems . Epigrams , &c. By R. B. Gen. OVID. Vilia miretur vulgus , mibi flavus Apollo , POCULA CASTALIA plena ministret aqua . LONDON , Printed by W. H. for Thomas Dring , and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the George , near Cliffords-Inne in Fleet-street . 1650. Aetat : Suae 19 portrait of Robert Baron ●u●tus Apollinea ●ictu● Barone 〈◊〉 est 〈◊〉 Apollinea ●●●●itur arte liber . W. Mars 〈…〉 John Hebart Gent : To the Rare , and most Hopefull Gentleman M r. Robert Baron , upon his Pocula Castalia . MAy great Apollo with his Holy Quire Of charming Girles my brain no more inspire , May I ne'r fetch more naps on Phocis Mount , Or drink one drop of Aganippes Fount If these Castalian cups were not to me As Nectar , as pure Nectar from the Bee. Your Pregnant Muse beares ripe fruit in her Spring . Her green is yellow ; If She thus take wing To reach the Lawrell , and so fast improve The stock of Poets by such heats of love , You may in time , where now old Phaebus sits , Be Lord Chief - Baron of the Court of Wits . JAM : HOWELL ▪ To the growing branch of Virtue Mr. R. B. upon his Castalian Cups . THose who have tipled on Nep●nthe Cups may taste on these , and see how far they are surpast . Each drop so full of wit , Apollo sweares The Gods a better Nectar broached here . Then he that Cup-bearer to thee will prove Must be a Ganymede fetcht from above ; Or if he 'l pledg thee here , he surely must Speak like a Poet with a curious Gust ; Or else displume some Apollinean wing , And a new Mercury below must bring . Th' Imperiall Baies which minor Poets wore , Was never twisted with such threeds before . Their greennesse from thy Youth may painted be , Their permanence from thy maturity . The Muses when they fill'd these Cups , each one Disgusts their old and makes these Helicon : And to enhance thy worth , they keep in thee Their own and th' Cyprian Queens Academy : There they did all Commence , and though they strive Thou mad'st each one's degree superlative ; This in thy morn of Youth did soar so high As th' early Larke of well-fledg'd Poetry : And if thy rising Sun did blaze so soon How will thy splendor dazle us at Noon ? Sure those Meridian raies will make each man Adore thy shadow and turne Persian . Each beam of thine hath such Conspicuous light , T will puzzle Mathmaticks to take thy ●eight , To take a prospect to thy heavenly sphere Not Iacobs Staffe but Ladder must be there ; If pens to praise ( Imp't by thy wings ) aspire , From thee , Prometheus like , they must steale fire . What Optick glasse can take thy altitude . I' th' First or Second or Third magnitude ? Three of thy glorious Stars allready sent , To disinvelop Nights dark Firmament ; Which could we disinsphere , each single one Hath light to make a Constellation : Each Volume's but an Index of thy mind And shewes a better yet is left behind . How prepnant doe's thy teeming brain appeare , That thus conceives and brings forth every Yeer ! The first a miracle of Youth may well be stil'd , Where Virgin Yeers brought so than aged Child . The Cyprian Queen first woo'd thee , then her Son Made an Apologie and thus begun : And thy Hymnean rites to solemnize These Cups are broach'd , thus thus to tanta'ize . Married how can'st thou be to any Dame When every Muse thy parts and arts do claime ? To one and yet to all th' art wed : for there The Graces all concenter in thy Dear : They claim thy Head , and She thy heart by vow , Though they plead contract , she pleads contact now : Thus may each Poet Prophet be and Priest , And shew the Muses choice Polygamist . THO. MOORE , of the Inner Temple , De Lauro effigiem Nobissilimi Amici Rob. Bar. circumvallante . EN , tua , Surgentes allato vertice Laurus Vt cingant ramis tempora docta suis . Ecquid bonos major dixit , mea Laurus , Apollo ? ( Dixit & Aonii turba novenna chori ) Ecquid honos major ? quam summo principe vatum Ornari , quemfas , castus & ardet Amor. Bacche Pater , tua rura colet decorataracemis Bassasidum effuso Nectare tincta cohors ; Frons mea , ( Caesarea veluti dominator Arend ) Gandeat , ex domini laude superba sui , Sitque triumphatrix , qualis Vulcania conjux , Quam rotut I dalii cand : da big a Dei. Saepe ego mirabar quid talia verba volebant , Exposuit gryphos Delius ipse suos ; Laurus V●rgine● dat solus Apollo Poetae : Sola dat impuro myrtea serta Venus . Raptim , C. B. Art Baccha . THE AUTHORS MOTTO . Quâ obtineam est tentanda via INDELEBILE NOMEN , Quod nec Fata queant , nec edax abolere vetustas . I Le blow the Mount to Atomes , but I 'l climbe Its steep fork'd Top , and triumph over Time. How shal I pluck from 's iron teeth my Name , That Bards unborne yet , may embalme't with fame To last for aye ? This PHOEBUS meant should be A chiefe effect of my nativity . Ne'r did JAPETUS son to wonder frame His manly Statue , and inspire't with flame Filch'd from IOVE'S Harth , meaning he should ascend The Stage , there Scrape a Leg , and so descend . For if a man should be brought forth , and cry , And score a score of Lusters up , then Die , And steale into his grave with no more noise Than a blacke Ribband makes , or branch of Bayes , And there lie mouldring under a silent stone That courts no eyes to read th' Inscription ; He were like Glow-wormes that creep out i' th' dark At th' bottom of the Hedge , whilst no eyes mark , If any difference 'twixt them there be The Wormes skin shines more than his memory . Since t is decreed then , by Impartiall Fate Wee all must be reduced soone , or late To our first Principle , Dust , It s my intent To reare my selfe a death-lesse MONUMENT : Not that I doe desire to shrowd my bones The labour of an Age in piled stones , Or that my worthlesse Ashes should be hid Under a skie-invading Pyramid . For we of Delphos may secure our Fames By inscribing in Times brazen leaves our names . It is enough that wee in each mouth raise A speaking Statue to our long-liv'd praise . Rouze then Invention , and call Judgement in , I know my taske , teach me how to begin And perfect this great work . But first of all Of what perennious materiall Shall I erect my MONUMENT , to last Strong as the Poles ? sweet as the fragrant East ? Cleer and perspicuous as noones bright eye Whilest he shall hold forth light to see it by ? Shall I court curst BELLONA with intent To carve out with my sword my MONUMENT ? No : th' Pen out lasts the Pike , and in mine eare MINERVA'S Pipe sounds than her Trump more cl●er . I le wear no spungie Buffe , nor fortifie My selfe ( my little citty ) martially With walls and countermures of steel ; when I Court Ajax shield , and the Art of Engenry It s chiefly to oppose and keep the stout And haughty foes of Virtue , Passions , out . MARS shall not see me lockt in Brasse , or wield , A speare againe , i th blood-bedabled Field ; Unlesse my PRINCE , Honor , and Virtues cause Call to assert their Rights , and equall laws . But should I ( as young Lyons new taught to prey Invade the Herds ) flow like a violent sea On hostile Troops , or arm'd with wroth and heate Plough up whole Armies and wall'd Townes subvert ; Or enter breaches like a winter floud Till the resisting Cities swam in blood ; The fame o' th' deed with th' next Gazzet would burne And with the rac'd Forts ashes find its urne . Actions , though ne'r so arduous and high Have no more life than one mans memory , Unlesse some hallowed Pen in Castaly's Sweet Nectar dipt give them eternity . Romes glory ( for whom Fame flew greater then For other men ) his acts had sullied been With Dust of Time , had not his wiser skill Againe done o'r , and brusht them with his quill . Halfe's Tenure in his Booke , not all in 's Sword Lay , Ex utroque CESAR was the word . Letters boast longer life than Porphyry Or Marble , onely these can never die . The Chapell sacred to great MARO'S name May sinke under Times weight , but not his fame , That shall new burgeon in his high-rear'd straine , And in his Verse his Bay shall sprout againe . Though others wither , onely this chast Tree From stormes , from blasting , and from bolts is free . Not NASO'S face ingraven in Rings of Gold And worne by Princes , made his fame so old , But his sweet MVSE that soar'd so even , yet high , This , this 't was tooke from him the power to die . Trophies and Crownes i' th Field are but halfe given I' th Study halfe . Deeds glorious as Heaven Till Poesie send them 'bout the World to run On even measur'd feet , are but halfe done , They are not fledg'd till imp'd with th' Poets Quil ( The chiefest feather in Fames wing ) his skill Reads men and Deeds their doomes , his breath , like Fate Can what he please make or annihihalate . He gilds o'r Princes Crownes , his numbers can Make Ease tast bitter , sweet Affliction . Was not neat OVID , a poore exil'd thing , More honour'd than Assyria's wanton King Melting to lust at home ? — Conquer'd Troys Son , and conquering Latium's Sire , Lost not so much blisse by the Midwifes ire , As by that golden Trumpet of his Deeds VIRGIL , hee gain'd ; 't was he rais'd up his Head To Heaven with Statues : though the hot youths Flame Wasted the Towne 't was He preserv'd the name . Thou not immortall art great THETIS son , For being dipt in Stix but Helicon , By the blind Bard : He left not out thy heele , Deaths dart thou , nor thy name , no more shalt feele . Great He ( the Muses high Priest ) travelling To lift unto the Starres the Ithacan King , A Monument eternall hath brought forth Which shall from eating Age preserve them both . Of Princes this , of Poets that the Glory , HOMER by ULYSSES live , he by his story . PALLAS strong arm ( there ) heaves them both so high That Kings for such a Tombe would wish to die , These Tombes shall live , and will admirers have , Although MAVSOLUS his prove its own grave , And needs a MUSE that memory to afford T'its selfe , that it should doe unto his Lord. Since their names longest last whom their owne terse , Or others pens embalme with sacred Verse , By this I le strive to be no sluggard knowne , And to make every Age to come mine owne . I le court the Sister Quire with praises meet , To teach my words to run on measur'd feet . At PHOEBVS Shrine my vowes I 'l make and pay , And on his Altar Sacrifices lay And pil'd-up Hecatombes : His Harths I 'l feast With odors fragrant as the Phaenix neast . Sweet gummes shall smoak in curles , and in his fire Spice crackling yeeld sounds pleasant as his lyre , In his wise eare : Thither my sweet-breath'd prayer Shall up in clouds of Incense climbe ; the aire My Hymnes shall lull ; Heap'd perfumes pious light With flames full cleer , and as his own raies bright Shall gild his Fane , till he unsealed hath The holy Eount ; there will I drench and bath My braines , till they from earth and thicknesse are Refin'd , and pure as are those streames ; I 'l there With crown'd bowles swell me , till my fancy flies Neer Heaven , entranc'd and fill'd with extasies , Then sing notes worthy his owne Harpe , and prove The Acts o' th' Theban and EVRYDICE'S Love No truthlesse tales , for duller things my Layes Shall nimblier move , and stranger structures raise . I 'l scrue the spheres up higher , and lend agen The Harmony of their round race to men . I le fix th' Almighty Poets Pen upon The Zodiacke a Constellation . If MOMVS snarles , in drumming tunes my wrath Shall rime the Dog , like Irish Rats , to death . In keen Iambick's I le untrusse the Elve Till he runs mad , or wisely hangs himselfe LYCAMBES like . I le squirt his eyes with Inke Shall ●ot the wretch , his Libels Leth ' shall drinke . Or plac'd above his reach , his rage I le scorne , And laugh to see his shafts on 's owne pate turne . I le make each friend a Star , and fill the skies Unfurnish'd roomes with them , and give more eyes To Heaven to see those Hero's I will seat Borne up by Statues , on a Pyramede Of Glory in my Poems ; I shall be Eterniz'd thus by them , and they by me . Then if no Issue of my Loynes convay My Spirit downe unto Posterity , That of my braine will : my lov'd Poetry , My Son my History and TOMBE shall be . R. B. MARTIAL . Carminibus nec Fata nocent , ac saecula prosunt , Solaque non n●runt hac MONUMENTA mori . FORTVNES TENNIS-BALL . A MORAL FABLE . The Author R. B. Gent. JUVEN . Si FORTVNA volet fies de Rhetore Consul . LONDON , Printed by W. H. for Tho : Dring . 1650. TO The Choicest of my Noble Friends , JOHN WROTH Esquire . I 'M big with love . How shall I ( gentle WROTH ) Set it , and th' cause of it , thy merit , forth ? I 'm no rare Herald to fetch far thy name , Or patch together coates to cloath thy Fame , Yet I doe more than that when call thee Good ; For Vertue 's higher noblenesse than blood . I 'm no grave Antiquary , to present Old Medals , or some dusty Monument Of some great Ancestor , by Reliques foes Envy and Time , rob'd of an Eare or Nose . For WORTH I will not rake their sleeping Vrnes , That which but glow'd in them , in thee bright burnes . Thee , who had old Rome in her Glory seen , Thou ' mongst her hundred Statues plac'd had'st been : But safe in them thy Name could not have stood , From Times sharp teeth , even them he makes his food . The Memphian wonders that so long did boast Their neighbourhood and kin to Heaven , are forc't To bow their proud tops , and begin a new Acquaintance with low Earth , where first they grew . Rhodes haughty Colosse that bestrid the Floud , Is now but Aier wherein once it stood , And needs the evcrlasting MUSE to tell The World it once had such a Miracle . The MUSE 't was furnish'd Heaven with Deities ; Fames Roll with Hero's , and with Stars the Skies . Her workes will last , 't was She that Power did give To some men longer than those Pyles to live . And if that I finde grace with her to grow In favour , shee shall doe much more for you . Yours , More than mine own . ROBERT BARON . TVCHESPHAIRA : OR , FORTUNES TENNIS BALL . 1. GReat CESAR'S Barne , Romes life , and Granary , That so august , so great , so fertile Isle , Where th' kicking Monster on his back doth lie , Spitting forth flames through the Aetnean pile , Whose smothering smoke , & sparkles at random driven Do seem to lend new clouds and Starres to Heaven . 2. THEREVTVS rul'd ; A far worse man than King , A Zealous Vot'ry of DIANA'S borne , His shrill voice made each Quire of Eccho's ring , His onely musicke was the Hunting Horne , And game to see his flapmouth'd kennell follow The chase , and yelping keep time with his hollow . 3 , Neere to Palermo was a flowrie valley , Levell'd and trim'd by sweating Mowers hand , Some Rivolets slide swift , some slowly dally With the even bosome of the sluced Land. There Nature wanton was , and the high way Did seeme inclosed , though it open lay . 4. Pastures in FLORA'S tapst'rie clad were gay , With golden eares to pay the Ploughmans fees Each field shon bright , the scaly Nations play In flowing cristall , fring'd with wavering trees . As if Industry joynd with Art so nice To represent or excell Paradise . 5. But to what end if man was banish'd thence , Was this Elizian Palace of delight ? What though the West hath gems , th' East Frankincense , If this feasts not our smell , nor those our sight ? What ere is faire or good was made for use , And the not use of things is things abuse . 6. No wight durst tread that in-vaine pleasant soyle , For the adjoyning Thicket and curl'd Grove Shelter'd a Boar AMYNTAS hopes did spoile , Like him that toar from Love-sick Love her Love. This fate ( Woods mutter ) he deserv'd , hunting there , When VENVS would be 's Parke , if he her Deere . 7. His jawes with double sword , his back was arm'd With a set Battaile of Pikes sharpe and brisly , His crooked tushes slew , not lightly harm'd What ere he kist with 's Urchin snout so grisly . His foam besnow'd the trampled corn , the fair Meads he plough'd up , his fume inflam'd the aire . 8. The Rosie-finger'd Morn did there disclose Her beauty ruddy as a blushing Bride , Gilding the Marygold , painting the Rose , With Indian Chrysolites her cheekes were dy'd : But when this Monster rouz'd him in the vale , Feare chas'd her blush , and frighted Day look't pale ▪ 9. The Sun durst not see him devoure his Prey , But peeping through the leaves of Poplars green , They shak'd ; and trembling streames did run away Groaning , and crowding strove to passe unseen . Birds , Beasts , yea buzzing Flies petition'd Nature To stop his breath , or change his ugly feature . 10. This prodigy of Nature and the Wood , The fields Mower , the Mowers terror , water'd Parch'd droughty Pastures with a crimson floud , Then made them white with bones of bodies slaughter'd . Hardie THEREVTVS long'd to see this Beast , ( Fierce as himselfe ) come smoaking to a feast . 11. His Hounds by fast made eager of the Prey , His Javelin whetted sharpe as Crocea Mors , Clad all in green , as he were Son of May , He mounts his well-breath'd wind-out-running Horse . Now like the God that beares the silver Bow , Encountring with huge Python , did he show . 12. Ere village Cocks ( the Labourers shrill Alarms ) Had thrice done Salutation to the morne , He rouzed Eccho from NARCISSUS armes , Instead of CHAUNTICLEER his earely Horn Call'd PHOSPHORVS into the milkie way , And Nights faint shades flew fore his conquering Ray. 13. AURORA blushed to be found in Bed. The Greenes with Roseall dew did wash their face ' Gainst SOL's uprise ; the Howers opened Heavens folding gates , through which with awfull pace Bright TITAN issued , cloath'd in Tissue gay , Attended by his spangled Page , the Day . 14. The Aire 's all noise , the hot-sent-snuffing Hounds Awak'd the Terrour with their challenging knell . In swelling rage the innocent Earth he wounds , And like three-headed Porter ( Swisse ) of Hell , Rush'd forth resolv'd to breake his fast on them That durst presume so neer his Den to come . 15. As fell MEDUSA covetous of slaughter Did drive the waves before his mighty breast , Shaking his eares above the troubled water , Disgorging new seas from his monstrous chest , Extending yawning Jawes : so shew'd this Swine Fiend-like as he , fierce as the angry Brine . 16. As cowards vaunt ere wreath'd brasse bids the Base , Bragging they 'l shoostrings make of guts of foes , But when MARS seizeth for Deaths use the place , And all whom courage rescues not , and blowes , Then Palsie feare supprize their joynts , which fright Doth knock together , and make another fight . 17. So th' mungrill currs , erst bold as to defie The unseen Monster , ( so rash is rage ) now stand Afraid to view him with halfe open eye , Gazing like Armies in the Netherland . Finding their balefull foe so grim and curst , They all strain court ' sie which should cope him first . 18. When Trumpets loud Tantarra to the fight , Blowes make bruiz'd Armours Eccho to the noise : So th' Horne into these Dogges infus'd new sp'rit , Their mouthes they spend , and are become all voyce . The airy Queen ( sounds child ) each yell replies , As if another chase were in the skies ▪ 19. The merry Horne fill'd with couragious breath , Proclamed Parley to the woods grim wonder . He stoutly scorn'd the summons of his Death , And mockt their challenges with his mouthes thunder . The busie flies he snarl'd at , and did chase ▪ His owne foule shadow on earths wrinkled face . 20. The Boare his Tuske in many a Dog did sheath , Their goar , his foam , like blood with milke bespread ( Whilst them he toss'd now over now beneath , His fangs and head ) bepainted all with red His frothy mouth . The Hounds are at a Bay , The eager cry still ' i th' same place doth stay . 21. Howling with anguish here 's a brace of Hounds , There lay two other dew-bedabbled wretches Kennel'd in Brakes , licking their venom'd wounds , Shaking their eares , tatter'd and torne with scratches , Their stiffe tailes ' gainst the grasse they clap and beat , And lard the thirsty ground with blood and sweat . 22. When th' Huntsmans voice spoke Terror to the Boar , Terror the Parasite Eccho said , like him . When th' churlish Swine Death to the Dogs did roare Death said the flatterer , like the beast so grim . As Apes do postures she mock'd every cry , Thus newters doe with either side comply . 23. The blunt Boar scorning to be kept in mew , To ly besieg'd by snarling Curs too proud , Like the Lernean Snake he rouzing shew , And rush'd through the-in-vaine opposing croud . Swift as a Roe up to the Hills he flew , The hot-spur'd Hunters , with full cry pursue . 24. By this the Fountaine of Light low did run , Inchanting Philomel chanted her Vesper , The silver erst , now golden ( setting ) Sun Trebled each shade ; the Owle peep'd out with Hesper . Green TETHYS from her sweaty bed thrust Night , Expecting there her far more fair delight . 25. All on a sudden Darkeness doubled was , Flashes and noise the moving Skie distracted , BOREAS sung terrour in a blustry base , Both Night and Winter in a storm contracted . Thunder-bolts split the Cedars that aspir'd , Their blasted tops the nimble Lightning fir'd . 26. The dabled South , ruffe-footed Aquilo , Came rushing like two Rams whose steeled Horns Dart fiery sparks and Stars ; the Clouds crush'd so Breath flames : the Air distill'd in rain and storms , Which suffered no two together stay , Each , as in ship wrack shift their severall way . 27. No friendly Star or Moon-like Pylots kind ( Oh Fate of Darknesse ! ) guide them on their way , The formost curse them that did lag behind , And they the formost ; all ride on and stray . Their voices all are spent , and they that follow Can track the first no longer by their hollow . 28. They wander and take Bridges to be Stiles , When King THEREVTVS ( from his train aloofe ) In spight of Night and error , spies the whiles , A small light glimmering in a smoak dri'd roof . Thither he makes , such straglers as these are , A Candle weak admire more than a Star. 29. His Highnesse meant not to discover here , His true estate , and greatnesse of his name , ' Cause he would not affright the Cottager , But learn what of himself said common fame . So through his Camp disguis'd went PHILIPS Son , To hear how opinions Tide on him did run . 30. In this low thatch'd patch'd Graung dwelt ADELIN●… A Swaine whose quiet life honesty compleated , Of him the wandring unattended King A homely lodging for that Night entreated , The poor wight ( rich in love and gentle words ) Proffers the best his humble shed affords . 31. Then set he fore his Guest ( whom he not knew ) Sweet Growte , and Whig , and Flap-jacks of fine meal , A sheeve of household bread of nut-brown hue , Cheese white as Milke , nor lack'd there bonney Ale , Nor Wildings and ripe fruits , which to the eye Gave pleasing tast ere they the mouth came nigh . 32. The King with unexcited Appetite , Appeas'd his craving Maw with these plain Cates ; Then did he halfe envy the secure Wight , With whom of Shepherds easefull lives he chats , Praising a Cottage 'bove a slippery Court , To which the Hind replied in such sort . 33. " A Prince that in the Cedars top doth build , " And scornes the Sun , and dallies with the Wind , " Only a Title hath his care to gild , " His gay robe's lined with a restlesse mind . " They that stand high have many blasts to shake them , " And falling from on high , the more they break them . 34. " The more we graspe the Waves the lesse we hold : " So who seekes ease in greatnesse , ease him flies . " Just as the Persians did by slaves of old , " Fate doth by Kings , Crown them for Sacrifice . " Glories , like Glow-wormes , a far off shine bright , " But look'd to neer have neither heat nor light . 35. " The Court is Fortunes cheating Lottery , " Where places are like to the Beds that fill " An Hospitall , where this mans head doth lie " At that mans feet , so lower and lower still . " When a Star glides ( we say ) a Child is born , " So this Lard mounts when that slips into scorne . 36. " Souldiers , whose prize is praise , and Trophies skars , " When they through new red seas for many a year " Have swam to glory , become Astronomers , " And Almanacks in their dry bones they bear ; " Or they turn Geometricians , and so " Practice their Art on crutches as they go . 37. " Tough pale-fac'd study bookish men doth pine , " This is that Vulture which PROMETHEVS tore ; " Merchants that dwell with Fish in the blew brine , " Oft lose their lives seeking t' increase their store ; " The toyling Craftsman drinketh his own sweat , " And out hard iron hammereth his meat . 38. " Content the Shepherds Cottage onely fills , " With th' earely Sun he doth his Flock unfold , " And all day long on easie climbing Hills " Or flowrie Plaines he merry chat can hold , " Or indite Sonnets in an amorous vein , " And with the setting Sun he folds again . 39. " Then jogging home he turnes a Crab , or else " He tunes a round , or sings some chearly rime , " Or on the tongs he counterfeits the Bells , " Nor lacks he gleefull tales to cheat slow time . " There sits he , and whilst round the bowle doth trot , " Sings care away , till he to bed hath got . 40. " There sleepes he sound , forgetting morrowes cares , " Ne stormes , ne frayes , ne crack of credit lost , " Ne blasts he feares , nor uttering of his wares , " Nor franklier spends than 's Flock defrayes the cost . " Swains sleep and make more quiet nights and daies " Than their great care-bit Lords , whose herds they graze 41. " Low set and richly warme , our Proverb wot , " Dangers o'r fly us , mifchiefes hit the high , " Content's the Crown , this is the Shepherds lot ; " A King is but a Man , and so am I. " Not to compare , I would not change my place , " With great THEREVTVS , Heaven shield his Grace . 42. Now leaden sleep 'gan weigh their eye-lids down , The Lamp with darknesse strove , being almost spent . When th' weary King ( half out of love with 's Crown ) Unto a cleanly , though scarce soft , Bed went , Sleep is not tied to softnesse , more soundly Hinds rest than they that in downe smother'd lie . 43. When slumber had shut in , and MORPHEVS bar'd The windowes of his soule , and lock'd out care , I' th silent time of night a voice he heard As from above , calling to Him Fear , Fear . Lost in amazement did he then uprise Frighted , as Soldiers taken in supprize . 44. As did DAMETAS when PAMELA fled , He struts about the room with hair upright : And cries , who calleth , but is answered Only by ECCHO , and the Bird of Night . Then takes he 's Bed again , and this fright numbers Amongst the mockries of unquiet slumbers . 45. The next voice touch'd his Organ was Yeeld , Yeeld . Then wak'd in 's mind a thought of trechery . Amidst these sweaty doubtings he beheld The Genius of the Graunge before his eye , Crown'd with such Chaplets as adorne a Wake : Bowing his Cornu-copiae , thus he spake . Mighty Souveraigne , I am come " From the blest Lalarium , " The seat of the Household Gods , " Where th' Lares have their quiet abodes , " To tell thee 't is the Thunderers will , " Thou call'st to mind his Oracle , " Which when thou asked'st who should be " Thy Successor , thus answerd thee . The Oracle . " When a Lamp shall be thy Star , " And thou both King and Cottager , " And when thou to Bed shalt go " Twice in one night , then shalt thou know . The Resolution . " This is the Time , the Lamp whose light " Brought thee hither , thy Star I hight . " Whilst here thou dwel'st with ADELING , " Th' art Cottager as well as King. " You left , and took again , this Night " Your Bed , being seiz'd and rid of fright . " Know then , Great , and as good , King , " APLOTE daughter of ADELING " This night has borne a smiling Boy , " The Gransires hope , the Mothers joy , " The Heire by his Nativity " To Natures wealth , Fates Poverty . " But Fortune meanes in him to show " How great she can from meannesse grow . " Architects low foundations lie , " When they intend the building high . " See! how the spangles of the Night " Doe sparkle with unusuall light , " Heaven puts his cloudy tresses by , " And smiles on him with open skie , " Whilst all the Planets seem to throw " Their Golden radience at his brow , " Which by reflection Divine " Shall thence upon his Subjects shine . " Th' Imperiall Thunderer , with her " That Crownes ad placitum confer , " Have sworn by the salt Stygian Floods , " That glide through the darke Midnight Woods , " That Hee , and his redoubted race , " ( Whose Acts shall break Fames wind to blaze ) " Shall wear ( thee dead ) thy Diadem , " And adde more Lustre to the Jem . " Seek not to cross Fate , lest ( wave like ) " You break upon the Rock you strike . " Strive not against the stream . Alas ! " Who spits at Heaven , spits in 's own face . 46. The Genius vanished , THEREUTUS laid , In a mixt Passion betwixt feare and hate . No sleep he saw with 's prickling eyes , which straid On objects of his fall , his Heiers state . Soft sleep requires of thoughts a vacancy , Shee dwels in TITYRVS'S not TIBERIVS eye . 47. By this the Quiristers o' th' Wood did shake Their wings , and sing to the bright Suns uprise , Whose new embroaderie did gild and make Rich houses tops , and leaves of whistlings Trees . Modest morn blush'd ' cause SOL saw'r rise from Bed , As LIEER had her cheekes with Claret spred . 48. The King descending said . " Come Envie , come , " Here will be subject for thy pin'd snakes ; hurle " About this Brats neck evry loving worm " In clinging foulds , till I bid them uncurle " And break their kn●ts , and shoot at length , and hide " Their keen trifork't stings in his malic'd side . 49. Then with a smoothed Front he bad good Day , And happy Omens to old ADELING , Asking , " What noise was that chas'd sleep away , " Sounding like cries of women travelling ? Quoth th' Hind , " I hope in good time my desire " This night has crown'd and made me a Grandsire . 50. May thy joyes grow with 's yeares , said the great Guest , And ask'd the Swain on 's hopes young pledge to look , In swadling bands the Babe he brought forth drest , Whom in his Royall armes the Monarch took , So flattering JUNO hugg'd poor SEMELE I' th' likenesse of her Nurse old BEROE . 51. Whilst here ( with SINON-like imbrace ) he hold The tender Child , the Cottage black Cat ran Betwixt his legs , and mew'd , whereat ( hee fil'd With deep sense of ●●e Prodigie ) waxt wan , Knowing such was an Omen of the fall Of great SEIANUS FORTVNES TENNIS-BALL . 52. But thinking his state 'bove chance , as his sp'rit He call'd home Man , and did himself regain , " And ask'd his Host if he knew who that night " Had been his Guest ? A friend , I hope , ( quoth th' Swain ) " Whom I desire what use you here do find , " To measure not by 'ts own worth , but my mind . 53. " How much are we a Captive to thy Love ? " ( The Prince repli'd , ) which we with wealth and style " Will guerdon . Know who did thy kindnesse prove " Is the Imperiall Monarch of this Isle , " THEREVTVS , who thy humble Shed will raise To greatnes crown'd with wreaths of Oak and Bayes . 54. " Nay use thy legs , ( the wight die kneel and shake , ) " Since we thy Guest were when this Bird broke forth " The shell ( his first Cage ) t is our will to take " Him to our Court ( the forge of States and worth ) " There ( if vice checks not ) will we him advance " Bove Envies sting , or griping reach of chance . 55. " Baptize him TVCHESPHAIRA , but this make " Thy Province , with maternall Love and Fear " To foster him , our selfe will send and take " Him to the tutele of our Royall care , " Ere twice Times measurer , the Nimble Sun , " Hath made the Toure of Heaven , and his race run . 56. Lest Fairies should put him among their rapes , He mark'd him with his signet on the front , So pliable's the Virgin wax of Babes To take what figure you please stamp upon 't . Here 's a poor Sheep for th' shambles mark'd , and hate ; Thus doth man purpose , but dispose doth Fate . 57. A Troop of Courtiers shining bright and gay , Broad-●y'd in quest of the last-night-lost King ( By diligent scrutiny being led this way ) Here found him , mingling breath with ABELING . He mounted ( guarded so ) with JOVE-like port , His course for to direct to his longing Court. 58. But making to an Elme of cleanly growth , Whereon he ( lest thereby betraid should be To his Hosts knowledge his great state and worth ) Had hung his Crown , s●ifted from the chast Tree ; Which ( like a Charm ) ' gainst Thunder fenc'd his hoad , He found one half of 't withered and dead . 59. A Prodigie able to have seiz'd the sense , And routed all powers of a mortall breast . But he ( of Passions , well as men , a Prince ) Soon gather'd up himself , and them supprest . And since game 's Heleborum , he once more , To chase sad thoughts away , would chase the Boar. 60. The jolly Horn did chafe the blunt Beasts ears , And with loud accents lent the Woods a voice . He , whose tough brawny sides were proofe ' gainst spears , Eccho'd the jangling pack with as great noise . The game is rouz'd , the ●iend from 's Cabin springs . Pursuit like lightning puts on Eagles wings . 61. The Swine unto a Bay was soon brought , since The last daies labour being stiffe and soar , The Hounds beleager'd him , and the brave Prince With 's Javelins point his churlish breast did gore . He , wounded , howles , The Huntsmen fill the skies With 's many holla's , as the brute with cries . 62. Even as a ravenous red-bearded Pack Of Serjants , hale ( with taunts ) a poor Bankrouter , Some drawing on , some thrusting at his back , To one ' o th' City Pounds , the killing Compter : The Dogs seiz'd so , behind some , some before , Wounded and drag'd along the gasping Boar. 63. See of a Tyrans death an Emblem fair ! The grim Swines head ( even dreadfull although kil'd ) Fixt on a Pole was carried in the air . Thousands whos 's smiling mouths glad Peans fil'd , To meet the Conquerer , came out the Citty , His Paths with boughs they fil'd , his eares with Ditty ▪ Song . 1. CLubfisted Hero , no more thine owne Trump be , To tell how you tamed th' Arcadian Boar : Her terrible pawes so rudely did thump thee As even yet thy broad back and bones are full sore . THEREVTVS doth claim all our praise as his due ▪ Alas ! we have none at all left us for you . 2. Archer of Heaven , sure-handed APOLLO , Vaunt you no more of the huge Pythons slaughter , But whistle to Cut , and still thy Cart follow , Founder not thy Team to tickle us with laughter . THEREVTVS doth claime all our praise as his due ▪ Alas ! we have none neither left us for you . 3. Bright Youth that wert got in a showre of Gold By Heavens Cuckold-maker , never more warble Thy victory over Medusa of old That turn'd all that look'd upon her to Marble . THEREVTVS of all our Praise hath bereft us , For any other we have no more left us . 64. Now Muse to reach the Forest put on wing , There taste the Rose , and suck in subtlier air , And visit TVCHESPHAIRA , who ( fond thing ) Thou shalt please better with a Plumb or Pear Than lists of 's honours upon honours pyl'd , I' th morn a Poet 's aptest , not a Child . 65. Much of Mans sand through times wide glasse does run , Many of his freshest yeers do periods know . A long part of his Lives short web is spun E'r he considers what he 's borne to doe . 'Fore he begins his task , or knows what't was , Much time he had to do it in , doth passe . 66. When PHOEBVS Race-nags almost twice had run Through the round Zodiac their full careere , His toung-strings 'gan to loose , and he begun To lispe argologies . In a whole year Though reason rears her Tribunall up in Man , He cannot shew 't so much as Parets can . 67. Now , now began he to be like himselfe , With purile vigour MARS , with forinitie VENVS , Combin'd t' adorn th' dapper Elve , Doubtlesse two Starres which glided from the skie Have lighted in his beamy eyes , and there Set fixt as in their high Olympick Sphere . 68. Fair Cloris pluck't her Lillies , and bespred Their silver wealth upon his brow so sleek , His skin with Violets she enamelled , And planted a fresh Rose on either cheek , Where Nature painted them with fairer blush Than ere they knew upon their Thorny bush . 54. Corn crowned CERES with a golden crop Uberiously his flourishing head hath grac'd , Whereof each sprig is ripe and bows the top . Courteous POMONA on his plump lips plac'd Too early blushing Cherries , where they be Far more inviting than upon the Tree . 55. Did you not hear his Lallation , nor see Him trip about like MAB , you 'd think he were ( AS ABANTIADES did ANDROMEDE ) Marmoreum opus , or some Statue rare Carv'd out of Virgin wax , or Ivory pure , Which had it wings would seem an Angel sure . 71. Now did he find his feet and gin to move Upon a wheele of danger , were it not Restraind , each thing an ATROPOS would prove His web to clip ere scarce to th' Rock it got , Or fatall Axe this new sprung spray to fell , Or Sextons hand to toule his passing Bell. 27. But from the Court his good and evill sprung , There th' King chose out two Lords whom he much lov'd Men of sound ●ame Cicilians among , Whose truths oft true as Truth its self had prov'd . To these he trusted all the former story , Adding thereto this cruell Mandatory . 73. " Hast to the Grange , there with perfumed words " Demand the Infant in our Royall Name , " Then dig his side with your remorcelesse swords , " And bear to us the entrailes of the same . " We would not slay if we could safely save , " Yet than a Throne t is cheaper ' give a grave . 74. " But seale your lips up , and be sons of night " And silence , if you have ( which I not fear ) " A chinck in you , through which this peeps to light , " Our reputation deeply wounded were , " You die like snuffe and stink , our selfly under " The lash of Censure , and tongues brutish Thunder . 75. The Lords repli'd , " Fate Love us as we lock " This secret deep from Day and peering foes , " Firm shall our Faiths stand as the Pirean Rock . " Be it your care to see what you impose , " Our Duty 's to obey . Bright Cicil's Sun " You are a God , and your high will be done . 76. Just as the King Decreed the Babe to slay , The Sea burst forth , and bellowing rag'd along , And half the City Thindaris bore away . " So just is Heavent ' avenge the guiltlesse wrong . The Brine too in the haven turn'd fresh and sweet , As once before , when DENIS lost his seat . 77. The Nobles hasted to the Swaine , so free From the loud Tumult and the roar of state , Of him the Infant they demanded ; Hee ( Making each slowing eye wet griefes floudgate ) Deliverd him fraught with a thousand blisses , Seal'd with as many ceremonious kisses . 78. Home wards they took their way , and by and by Their bounding steeds they checked , having reacht A bushie Grove , pricking the lookers eye , As if the Thornes them teares and pitty teacht , And shak't their armes , as if they 'd let them know They meant to scratch them if they gave the blow . 79. The Lords to execute the Kings command Emptied the sheath of the sharp threatning skive , For which the silly babe reacht forth his hand , Thrice touch'd and rac'd his tender skin the knife , And thrice his smiles drew forth their teares ; once more They did begin and ended as before . 80. " Betide us Life or Death , live still ( at least " For us ) they said , and so threw down the blade . " Herein shall we obey our Soveraigne best " That he by our hand is not guilty made . " Who serves his Prince in what is judg'd unjust " By his own Law , serves not his power , but Lust . 81. But ' cause the Monarch charged them to bring His entrailes , they a young Pig slew with hast , Resolv'd to bear his inwards to the King , Since every Man within is like this Beast . And some without , whom malice and strong Wine Make churlish as a Hog , drunk as a Swine . 82. Since by a Wolfe Romes Founders suckled were , Great CYRVS by a Bitch rob'd of her young , Troy's fire-brand , hot PARIS , by a Beare , JOVE by a Goat the swelling hills among , For this poor Innocent were there hopes as good Ifleft to the wild Nurses of the Wood. 83. In an old hollow Oke , whose top a Swarme Of Bees ( the Muses Birds ) had made their hive They left the Child , with Gold , and 'bout his arm Bracelets of Jems whose shine with 's eyes did strive . These their Loves gave , that who so him should find Might be , if not for Loves , for wealths sake kind . 84. The Lords then to the King did spur on hast ( Whose every thought 'bout their succes did wake , ) Shaking with scorn the entrailes of the Beast , Entring the Presence , thus they silence brake . " Live Great THEREVTVS , behold here all that " The Wild Beasts teeth , have left of yonder brat . 85. The King with JVY armes his Lords embrac't , ( Who had made purchase of his Love for ever ) With looks for scorn fit , into fire he cast The Pigs ( he thought the Infants ) Heart and Liver , Saying , " Now Dreames are lies , the Delphic Rood " A trunk of Fables , at best common wood . 86. In the wild Desart TVCHESPHAIRA laid Whom the Bees fed with their Ambrosiall sweat , Whilst with them , as with Birds , he ( fearelesse ) plaid , Th' insected Animalls their stings forgat . The Woods plum'd Quiristers forsook their neasts To charme him with the wonder of their breasts . 87. A full dug'd Hind came , and her milkie teat Gave to the lips of this poor out-cast creature , As 't were his mothers breast he suck'd thereat . Reader , think not this story crosseth Nature , But read on , and you 'l say , in this the Hind Was to her selfe , as well as to him , kind . 88. The fruit o' th' Hind ( thus Nature wills ) swels so In her straight womb she ne'r could bring it forth , If JOVE did not his Queens task undergo , And ( playing th' Midwife ) helpe it to the birth . He tears the skies with thunder , which doth fright Her into Travell , and her young to light . 89. The Fawne ( well grown allready ) soon forsakes Th' pleasure o' th' teat for that of Liberty . The Dam pain'd with much Milk , which bulks and akes In her stiffe Dugs , oft succles willingly Creatures of different Species to ease her , Why might not he , as well as Beasts , then please her ? 90. EVSTACHVS , one o' th Kings grave Counsellours , ( A Person both of Blood and Honour stockt In a long race of vertuous Ancestours ) His mind , with deep Idea's tir'd , unlockt , And with delight to sweeten his State care , O' th' Woods side gat on foot the purblind Hare . 91. The Dogs were at a fault , and flockt about Snuffing and fawning on the Infants Tree , Which made the Patriot ( thinking they smelt out Some willy Fox there earth'd ) , ride up to see , Where , on his back , the smiling Boy he found Sucking the Hind , and stroaking of a Hound . 92. ' Cause with rich Jems and Gold so bright ●e shon The Lord of Parentage right Noble deem'd him , And bore him thence ; Lacking himself a Son , He fostered , and as his own esteem'd him . Who prov'd ( as he of Time had got the start ) The Early Miracle of Armes and Art. 93. But here the Reader is to be advis'd , That when this Youth found in the Forest was , EVSTACHVS ( Ignorant he was baptiz'd Before he found him ) nam'd him ULORVS , The which name he must bear , till my Muse can I' th' Songs close , call him TVCHESPHAIR agen . 94. THEREVTVS when bald time upon his wing Had stoln his fiftieth Yeer for a Jub'le Revoked exiles from pale wandering , Pardon'd State Cankers and set Captives free , And sham'd DARIVS in a solemne Feast , To which each man of name was call'd a Guest . 95. Tilting the Day , masquing the Night chac't thence , Perfumes did raise sweet Mists in every room To keep the air in awe of the nice sense , Attalick garments cloath'd each swaggering Groom , Rich Tyrian Arras evry Wall , hung round With meddalls in old Gaule or Carthage found . 96. Scorning ( there ord'nary ) Corinthian Plate Men quaft in Stone at dearer prices sold , At Jvory tables , or wood of higher rate They eat , on quilted Beds of Silk and Gold. Their wanton tasts had onely in request Newest and rarest things , though not the best . 97. The feather'd River Phasis could not yeeld Them Fowle enow , nor Oysters Lucrine Lake , They spring each Thicket , Fowle each bush and Field , All seas they draw , all Ponds in nets they take , Circes too ( Natures Larder ) do they seek To please the witty gluttony of a week . 98. Lachrymae Christi flow'd down , and the blood Of Tuscan Grapes swel'd high each joviall mind . Had Nature lost her Species , air her brood , Water her spawn , here might they seek , and find . APITIVS a Carthusian was to these , And AESOPE'S Platter a poor Scholars messe . 99. The Pallace crackt with weight of thronging Guests As Theaters when som fine sock is on , EVSTACHVS there was seen among the rest , And with him VLORVS , his reputed Son. Who now wrot man , and full of hopes most high , Assum'd the vesture of virility . 100. In COMVS'S heat and Pride the glorious King Viewing the young man with a setled eye , Through his loose hair the print of his seal Ring Spi'd on his front ; this dash't his jollity . This marke , a mole , his Phisnomy assur'd him 'T was he ' gainst whom he thought death had secur'd him . 101. His mirths spred wings were clipt , the pale desire Of revenge seiz'd him , with hot fury stockt , But that which swell'd his floud of Passion higher , Was , that the Lords by whom he was so mockt , Full of grand Honours , wounds , and daies , were dead , And with wet Elegies their Hearses spread . 102. Rufling his brow , biting his lip he sat Waking all forces of his phantasie To guide his wrath : being observ'd , this fit He call'd a spice of an old Lethargie . Then rallying his wiser thoughts , he spake thus Unto the good ( that 's more than great ) EVSTACHVS ; 103. " How happy are you in a Son ( my Lord ) " So rich in Natures store and Arts best things ; " Only you ought not so great wealth to hoard , " Jems shine not in the Quarry , but in Rings . " Leave him with us at Court , so shall he seem " Engloried by the Place , the Place by him . 104. EVSTACHVS ; covetous of so good hap Gave to the King his VLORVS much lov'd : Who , as if he upon some Courtly lap Had alwaies slept a formall Courtling prov'd . His mouth the mint of complement , and he The very Tyrant in bare courtesie . 105. His phrase , and gests were followed and allow'd , So full of Man his evry Act was showne . And ( which was chiefe ) not borrowed it shew'd , But all he did became him as his own , And seem'd as proper , and as naturall As breath with life , or light with radient SOL. 106. Which is the soul of Courtship , he became The Marigold of every Ladies shine , Teaching each beauty t'give and take a flame , Approaching it in its own height and Line . All Ladies with one Luer caught are not , No more than all Birds are with one bait got . 107. The proud he tickeled with praise of theirs , Dispraise of others Beauties , modes , and dresses . The witty with Romants he pleas'd and verse , Th' amourous with Love Legends mixt with kisses . And flourishing still in the Spring o' th' Fashion , He got a credit beyond admiration . 108. But now , Heaven moved by the late excesse , Or by THEREVTVS Tyrannous intent , Hot painted feavours clad in spotted dresse ( Plagues Harbingers ) 'mong the Sicilians sent , And ( no auspicious Omen ) in each field Sholes of hoars Ravens unwonted musters held . 109. Then envious Stars shot poyson from their Sphere , Or Earth from the dark Dungeon belch't it forth , Or angry winds did puffe it through the aire . That th' Isle one Pesthouse made , one grave the Earth . O Dismall Argument ! black subject ! where All comma's sighs should be ! each point a Tear ! 110. The sweeping Plague's begun ; some fall , all fear , As when i' th' Night fires are discovered . Fates ( as if vext they meant to blunt their sheares ) Warps by whole hanfulls cut , not threed by threed . Mortall Abaddon with keen sickle hovers , Flesh like Grasse mowing , making few Passeovers . 111. Think but how fast at evry puffe of wind From Trees the mellow leaves in Autume glide , I' th' steps of Cattell some interment find Some on the wings of wanton briefes ride : So in this busie Terme of Death folk dy'd Faster than those alive could graves provide . 112. No Songs , but Dirges , fill'd the infected air , No Musick but the Bells sad Knells is heard . Pebles which erst much peoples feet did wear And pollish , now , with grasle oregrown , Churchyard Rather than street seem ; along which there wave Black Beers , that strive wch first should reach the grave . 113. Churchyards so delv'd and harrow'd are , none now As type of Resurrection Grasse affords This death ( a Schismatick ) will not allow Of Ceremony , Men on slings and boards Uncovered are posted to the grave , Which , although free Land , none may single have . 114. That best of Nature , Neighberhood , was gon , With hateles treason , friends by friends breath dy'd . They 're safest who like salvage live alone , And although debtlesse , from this Serjant hide . No help is left but all helpe to forgo , To joyn their forces were t' augment their foe . 115. For Deaths use seized are all naked streets , Which who so dares adventure to passe by , A presse of thronged Funeralls he meets , And People that their lofty Mansions fly . Daring to dying sheds their lives commit , Which each blast shakes into a Palsie fit . 116. Each carkase of a Grange hath Guests , some hide In vacant Windmills , some in tented Boat On watry floores , rock'd by the tumbling tide With their sick houshould at dead Anchor flote . Yea who no tilt could hope but open skies Dare home forsake , so Sicil Sicil flies . 117. Palermo differ'd from Palermo so As doth a Tree which erst did blow and bear , But naked in December stands , like to A Skelleton , ratling its bones all bare . Such solitude as this i' th' waxen Town Appeares when th' winged hony Host is flown . 118. As prudent mice from salling roofes make hast , And thence to sounder walls for shelter flee : So from sick Sicilie her brood flock't fast To neighbouring Isles , as Caene and Strongile , Now with like luck as when two Suns appeare ' tk'clouded skie , two Sicilies there were . 119. THEREVTVS selfe from 's royall place retir'd To 's Tusculanium in the Countrey , Not built to envious show but health desir'd , And to th' adjacent Islles Aeoliae , ( Where Aeolus his Throne of old was seen ) He sent his onely Daughter and great Queen . 120. The Queen HYMETTA , whose each part a story Of Beauty was , ' oove wonder far renown'd , Of her fair fex she the faire Crown and Glory , Who yet all these stiaines in her vertues drown'd . But her chiefe Elogie ( to veile all other ) Is this , she was th●●are ROSELLA'S Mother . 121. SOSELLA , without whom the Court was dark , Fresh morn her handmaid was , and Roses strew About Loves Hemisphere ; each heavenly spark Wheg she arose , ecclipz'd , and sad withdrew For shame to be out-shin'd by her bright eyes , Who , more than they the Earth , did gild the skies . 122. Old JVNO , seeing a new let her plumes fall , The Graces wondred at themselves to see They'd fram'd a Grace that far surpast them all , And had exhausted quite their Treasury To shame themselves by one , on whose each part Fame might spend all her voice , Verse all her Art. 123. She was of Goddesses a Rapsodie , Boasting AVRORA'S rosie fingers small , SATVRNIA'S stately front , PALLAS grey eye , VENVS her dimpled chin , and Beauties All. Of CERES Daughter the life-wasting wast , And Gorgons curled hair , before it hist . 124. She was the onely Loadstone of all Eyes , She was the onely Touchstone of all Hearts , The Whetstone of all braines and Phantasies , Making each Freshman Master in Loves Arts. She chew'd with Studs of Pearle , with Rubies kist , She look'd with diamonds rescuing Day from Mist . 125. This Saint and Angell both did harbour give To as much winning beauty as could die , And to more heavenly vertues than doe live , Which in her blest Urne I 'l let quiet lie , Lest all to whom such Miracles are told , Or turne Idolaters , or think her old . 126. A VENVS and DIANA mixt in one She was , whose wit was even in greenest yeers Flowing as Nectar , ripe as Autumn showne , And crown'd with graces envy'd by white haires : Which who can tell ? and yet who cannot tell ? Well may I praise her , but not praise her well . 127. To do it meanely were no lesse disgrace , Than a course garment to a Princely Dame , Or homely painting to a lovely face , Or a brasse setting to a precious Gemme . Think not weak Muse by thy low Song to raise her T is praise enough that none enough can praise her . 128. Here of this wonder of nice Natures sweat Taking my Leave , I am for Sicilie Imbark'd , from whence PHOEBVS withdrew his heat And fled , as he too fear'd the Malady . Winter the Isle shut up in icie bars As close as sicknesse did the Islanders . 129. With the years heat ( Plagues nurse ) the Plague outwore , The mortall Angell sheath'd his Sword , the street Put off its mossie mantle , and once more Began a new acquaintance with mens feet . Still Piles are built and blaze , still Bells loud call , But for devotion more than Buriall . 130. All aske what frends Heavens Besom swept away , And who is left . All gape for fresher air , And like Stags snuffing 'bout the Fields they stray ; So Fishes stifled with long ice repair Unto the hole , when as the Leatherine Hine With Axes break the frost to water kine . 131. Now men with health ( as Swallowes with the Spring ) Again to their dear Mothers Bosome run , Once more Palermo the desired King Blest with his Presence , shewing like the Sun Scattering th' Egyptians long loath'd Night away , Or out black Chaos striking Christall Day . 132. He seeing admired VLORVS become The tenth Sphere of the Court , drawing all after him , And daily triumphing ore the Hearts of some : Griev'd that the fatall Angell spar'd to slaughter him , He sate in Councell with his thoughts , at strife How to remove his fear , the youngmans life . 133. His busie braine was like an Howerglasse , Wherein Imaginations like sands ran Filling up hasty time , but then ( Alas ! ) Were turn'd and turn'd and ended as began , So that he knew not what to stay upon , And lesse to Crown with execution . 134. To thrust him out of life sans processe , were To blot himselfe out of the Rolls of Fame , To send him to the wars , in hope that there Quick death might find him , were t' augment his Fame , A Hero lockt in brasse will force all breath To chant his Trophees brave , or braver Death . 135. Taking the wisest counsell of his brain , At last Invention prompted a course to him For which he hug'd his wit and cruel veine , And this was mask'd in friendship to undo him . Malice in Love disguiz'd was in all time Most safe and common held , yet is 't a crime . 136. So poysonous Snakes in Roses ly in wait , And lurke in honny-dropping Grasse to sting . So the Hyenna murders by deceit . So from the Rocks th' alluring Syrens sing , And call down the high notes of the sweet Spherse Before they prey , to fill the wretches eares . 137. The Senat of his thoughts decreed to send The Young Man to the Queen t' Aeoliae With secret Letters ; feigning as a Friend The honouring of him with the Embassie , Which was , that as soon as he should await her She privily execute him for a Traytor . 138. To paper he this Mandate did commit , And with his Seal enjoyn'd it secrecy . Then charg'd his Favorit ULORVS with it Unto his Queen on hasts spred wings to flie . From DAVID so , to JOAB once before URIAH his one fatall sentence bore . 139. The Favourite ( proud of the employment ) rode Attended with no long yet trusty train To the next Port , his vent'rous foot there trod Upon the rude throat of the scalding Main . FAVONIVS and THETIS mixt in one To blesse him with kind Transfretation . 140. About the Noon of Night he reach't the shore , And took up's quarters in a common Inne , Where ( partly , ' cause for manners sake , before The Sun had , he would not salute the Queen . Partly to compose his Sea shuffled head ) He made his cloaths poor to make rich his Bed. 141. One of his Traine ( having Athenian ears Itching for news ) much longing to descry His Lords quick message , when the band of cares Soft sleep had seiz'd him and his company , He crept into his Chamber in the dark , And stole his Packet thence , whilst none did mark . 142. Being no Novice in that knavish trick Of ripping Seales , and closing them again , ( A Burglary baser than locks to pick ; For that robs but our coffers , this our braine , ) Not dar'd by 's Kings dumb face , he opened Nicely his Royall Packet , and thus read . T. R. ad H. R. THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here . Rebecca's Twins , love , hatred , this scroule beares , The first is thine , the last this Messengers , Whom we have thus employ'd , that we migh have By this unsmelt means , Safety , he a Grave . This ULORVS is th' Ague of our Reigne , He shakes it , as Windes stoll'n into Earths veine Doe our dull staggering Mother . He 's the ill Conscience o' th' State , that ne'r lets it be still . 'T was in our thoughts by just help of our Lawes That this effect might Cease , to seize the cause . But being such a Minion of the rude Beast with so many heads , the Multitude ; We judg'd him not here , in their sights , to die , Lest they mistake Justice for Tyranny In us , and in themselves Rebellion For Pitty ; Lest our Bark of State split on These Rocks , We 've sent him to your Court , that there His Death may be close as his Treasons here . If of his Fate you can all eyes prevent Wee 'l father it upon some accident . How e'r do 't ; if you can't stop Fames wild breath Wee 'l draw up's Posthume Processe after 's Death . Grieve not to nip this young weed in the bloom , A young Wolfes Death to soon can never come . Yet were it cruell , t is Fate is harsh not wee , Selfe preservation warrants Crueltie . SICILIE ▪ T. Rex . 143. " Alas ! ( Quoth th' Servant ) whilst my Lord aimes at " The honour of being but a Royall Post , " His selfe is lost . So patient Chymists get " But Smoke , Dust , Hope , for all their reall cost . " So th' Dog that on the waters face did catch " At th' shaddow of his Morsell , lost the flesh . 144. " Poor MERCVRY , whose being so 's thy Death ! " Losing true Treasure for an empty name , " Thy selfe for Honour , Yet but breath for breath , " The breath of Life for the fond breath of Fame ! " Ah! how much more than pitty t is to fell " A blooming Spray that sprouts so straight and well ! 145. " Brood with me HERMES , help this Plot to hatch , " That this Anti-IXION whose strift is " To grasp but a Cloud , airy Fame , may catch " A reall JVNO , or a fairier piece , " What though he nor rewards nor knows my pain ? " In vertuous Acts the very doing's gain . 146. " Or t is a crime or none t' have op'd this Letter . " If none , I 've pleas'd my selfe , not wrong'd the King. " If t is a Sin , to purge it no way 's better " Than good out of intended evill to bring . This said , he took a blank , and altering the Mind of the Monarchs Letter thus wrot he . The Kings Letter changed . THEREVTVS to his Queen HYMETTA dear , Sends the same health which he enjoyeth here . This paper Barke a freight of Love doth bear ▪ To be shar'd 'twixt thee and this Messenger , Whom we have made so , that he may inherit ( To all our joyes ) the meed of his high merit . This ULORVS , so high fam'd , and so allow'd ( Of whom our Court , and Natures selfe is proud ; To whom both PALLAS arts alike are shear'd , A sage Philosopher without a beard . Who , if his mind as his green yeers increase , His Age will alwaies than himself be lesse . ) We 've sent t' attend you , that you may behold The truth that unbeliev'd Report hath told Though too too nigardly of his great worth . To honour vertue is to set it forth . We will you treat him then with every rare Device that Love and Honour can prepare . Since our People , gilding each act of his With liking , make it better than it is , Since they 've given up themselves unto him , so As they 've a Law within themselves to doe His Mandats binding , and that Law is Love Which Princes as their strongest fort approve . Since Fate denies us a Male birth to be The ATLAS of our Realme and Family , ( But had we AEGIPTVS's number , none could be Worthier such honour than this MERCVRIE ) Therefore I' th' Carnavall ( midst mirth and Laughter ) We will you marry him to our only Daughter . Muse not we speak of Consummation , ere Thet's due approaches made ; for young and fair Have made acquaintances in Nature , so When their eyes meet they have the lesse to do . SICILIE . T. Rex . 147. Now wrapt he up this Scroule so counterfaite In the same fashion as the King had his , Then ript ( with curious heed ) the seale from that , And with a Wafer fixt it ( whole ) to this . Next to the Chamber ( on fears socks ) he crept , And left it there , whilst still his Master slept . 148. Soon as the early Lark even tir'd with rest , From his moist Cabinet sprung up on high , Waking the morning , from whose dewy breast Heavens wandring Knight rose to his errantry , Th' Embassadour don'd rich embroideries pride , And to the Court his paces did divide . 149. Whilst there he waited in a Gallery . Hung round with TITIANS and rare Hylliards hands , The Queen stept in , clad in such Majesty As the Great Goddesse that ties Nuptiall Bands Used , when she did contend on Ida's plain , From Beauties Queen Beauties bright prize to gaine . 150. Low on his knee he kist her Royall Hand , Then fil'd it with the Packet , ( by happy blisse For him ( without him ) from its first self chang'd ) Which read , she gave once more her hand to kisse . And putting on her best looks to delight him , She to a Royall banquet did invite him . 151. Now they descended to the Pallace Hall , Where hundred objects claim'd his doubtful eye , Which though the least alone had fil'd it all , Was famished amidst variety . Now this he tasts , then that he glances on , Diversity confounds election . 152. But gather up thy sense and fortifie , Weaknesse in fractures , strength in union lies . Now youth the valour of thine Opticks try , Here , here an object comes that's worth all eyes . But ( as who stares as SOL finds night at noon ) She having such bright ones make all else have none . 153. ROSELLA the rare Princesse ( in quaint dressing Of Sea green Tabie , whose wat'ring seem'd apace Like Waves to move with her , the Lace expressing Silver Rocks ) enter'd , with such winning grace As CYPRIA wore , when of Troys royall Swain She ( worthily ) did Beauties prize obtain . 154. Her Hair , alas ! too cold a word ! Her Beames O'r-shaddowing her Robe with loose command Out-shin'd his rayes that gild the tottering streames . Her bared Breasts appear'd Loves Scylla and Charibdis , betwixt whom no eye might steer But must ( perforce ) becom a Prey to her . 155. Her Stomacher was cloath of Gold vail'd ore With subtle Tiffana , to shew the Land , Strew'd with such Margarites as inrich the shore , And Spangles , crookt , like shells that paint the sand . The gum'd Silk's whistling must be understood , VVLTVRNVS milder breath curling the floud . 156. The Youth made haste his trembling knee to bend ( As dazled Pilgrims 'fore some glorious shrine ) With devout feare he kist her melting hand ( As they doe Reliques , or some Rag divine ) Now rights he out his knee , but still doth look Like to an Aguish Asp that 's Planet strook . 157. She also felt a civill war in her Distracted thoughts , all forts wild Passion seiz'd . Love Generall , quarter'd in her eyes while ere ( Making her browes bowes to shoot all that gaz'd ) From those Frontiers , unto her Heart retir'd , Where finding Reason possest , the Fort he fir'd . 158. Reason his blinde foe with Cowardize then taunteth Saying Noblest Conquerers do wreeks avoid . He answers , if a Heart ROSELLA wanteth , I 'l give her ULORVS his to be enjoy'd , Yet that must flame first , for like Gold we prove Hearts must be fin'd and melted ere they love . 159. If their Hearts , Gentle Tyrant ( Reason reply'd ) Smell sweetest in the flames , like Cassia , If they ( like Martyrs , though their sect divide ) Will accord best in their sweet misery , Let us love too , and blow the coal together , Good reason , they , young and fair , should love each other 160. Both did desire , both were desir'd , though neither Knew eithers wish ; yet saw they whence their griefe Sprung , even from whence they must expect their cure , Yet fear'd , who would kill would denie Reliefe . Love mixt so with them by his mistick Arts As he soon had for Trophies both their Hearts . 161. The Heart-rob'd Youth resolved , by his Tongue His Hearts Atturny , his sute to commence , But was a drawing up the charge so long New wounds came thick , and th'formers griefe chac'd thence . Yet when to make the motion he 'd assay His words were crusht to sighs , and all was Ah! 162. She eccho'd him , thinking each sigh did bring Loves summons , she , by hers ▪ her yeelding sent ▪ Whereat the feather'd Wag did Io sing And in her fresh cheeks pitcht his crimson Tent , Displaying his blush-colour'd Ensigns there , Shewing his Almighty self as Conquerer . 163. The Tables furnisht were as they 'd invite A bedrid stomach that surcharged lies With potions to a freshmans appetite . But ULORVS best dish was ROSELLA'S eyes ▪ As Lovers use when their mawes call to eat , He cut his fingers in the stead of mear . 164. And with much gazing on ( Heavens map ) her face He hungry rose , ( in this too like a Lover . ) His words he left halfe spoke , or did misplace , Or ( Lover like still ) he spake them twice over . Questions were put , but when he would reply His answers ( Lover like ) were quite awry . 165. The joyous Queen with smiling cheer did see The wounding friends shoot their hearts each at other Through their eyes , hoping every look would be A new dart , to continue them together ; She strait commands a Masque , then doth invite Them to grace the short bravery of the night . 166. The nimble Masquers danc't as movingly As Joves nine Twins on the Pierian Lawnes , Or Thebes Stones a AMPHION'S melody , Or brisk PAN and his Herd of light heel'd Fawnes . But how could their feets freedom please this pair Whose hearts lay tangled in each others hair ? 167. Such melody courted their ears to hark As th'orbes harmonious journey make , which they No more regarded than the child doth marke His lesson , when he hath got leave to play : For how could ORPHEVS Raptures take those eare● Whose notes were onely sighs , their closes teares . 168. Now the ones eyes laid themselves open wide To receive all the darts the other threw , Then were they close with admiration tied To keep the wealth they had already drew , Or cast their Lids as curtaines ore the rare Image of Beauty each look painted there . 169. Affection encreas'd their looking , and Their looks augmented their affections , Their eyes ( like children 'fore whom sweet-meats stand ) Eager , but fearfull of their Guardians . When one did sigh , as if that sigh were to Be waited on , the other sigh'd also . 170. The Scene is clos'd up , the Soule mingling-pair ( Whose fancies travell'd undelivered With throes of feare desier and despaire ) More overcast with thought than sleep , were led To severall Lodgings , there they vent their breasts With sighs and wishes , the rest retir'd to rest . 171. When SOL the Captain of the Planets bright Came arm'd in burnisht Tinsell to Heavens Guard , To relieve the winking Centinels of Night , And give them leave to rest whilst he would ward ; The Princesse , seeing sleep was banisht fro Her weary Bed , she left it empty too . 172. So day broke out of Chaos hurling Night Unto the Center . So the Skie-wanderer Unfetters from the Armes of Amphitrite . So Roses break forth and perfume the air . Only the first , the second , the last , be Not halfe so cleer , so bright , so sweet , as she . 173. Now stood shee like the beautious APHRODITE New risen from her frothy Mothers Bed , Her purer smock lookt much like that pure white Foam that the Goddesse limbs yet all bespred . Her Bed ( like bodies when their soules are flown ) Turn'd pale and cold for griefe that she was gon . 175. A mantle of green Velvet ( wrought to wonder ) Her maidens o'r her curious limbes did cast , It over her left shoulder went , and under Her right Arm ; on her breast it was made fast With claspes of radient Diamons , now as A Dazie shew'd she , in a field of grasse . 176. Now th' Queen her Mother came , and did impart To her the message from the King was brought . This somewhat lightened her heavy heart , To think what she so wisht her Father sought . But then her joyes did flag again , through fear Lest he she so lov'd , took no thought for her . 177. By this the climbing Sun with warmth doth thaw And tender make the of-late crusty Earth , Each naked twig blood from the root doth draw To swell the branch , and give a lively Birth To the dead leaves , now fill'd again within With plump juice , and without painted with green . 178. The pretty firstlings of the infant year Now make their mother smile ▪ and their gay heads ( Which late in icy graves did dead appear ) Advance afresh above their easie Beds , Like Types o' th' Resurrection , and shew Like weeping Virgins all bepearl'd with dew . 178. The Groves shrill Quiristers whose frozen throats Late wanted motion and male heat to strain Their little Organs , now have found their notes . Now PHILOMELA'S tongue is grown again , She scrues her sprightly Seraphins voyce up high , To teach men Art from Natures Melody . 179. Now all things else smile with the forward Spring , No Vine so young now feares the blasting stormes That foul-mouth'd Auster carries on his wing , Or the South-west wind hurries in his armes . No rugged Boreas blows , but Zephyr's calm Sweep flowry Gardens , and the air embalme . 180. So smil'd the daies from Chaos first when sprung , As now , then did the loughing Oxe repair Not to warm stalls , but open Fields ; among The Woods herds dwelt , and chattering Birds the air Fill'd with their Song ▪ then Natures frame t' uphold Heaven temper'd this sweet mean , nor hot , nor cold . 181. This serene season seemed to beseech The sweet ROSELLA ( Earths and Heavens Pride ) Net only one poor chamber to enrich And so impoverish ev'ry place beside , But to walk forth and with her smiles to bring An early Summer on the forward Spring . 182. The Grasse did court her soft tread , and then wept For Griefe that she so soon off it was gon , And perfum'd teares upon her small foot left . The Flowers that did require no other Sun As she approacht did start from their soft Beds , And for a sight of Her , steal out their Heads . 183. Here in an odorous Bower rich in shade She took a seat , whereon a Primrose grew . " FLORA'S first Daughter ! Ah! ( she sighing , said ) " How like me in my loving state art thou ! " Blubber'd with dew thou standst , and in mine eares " To whisper seem'st , Loves sweets are washt with teares . 184. " How yellow green and sick thy leaves appear ! " Like ripening Girles that junket on Loam walls , " Or Feast on chalk and coals ; to Earth how neer " Thy weak stalk bends , yet neither breaks nor falls . " These to the nimble fancy do discover " The doubts and fear-shaken hopes are in a Lover . 185. Whilst here she sate one the embroidered ground Musing on her new Love , her busie head With thoughts was crowded . Now reason would have found No cause to Love , because no hope to speed , Then Love crost that ; when from a Grot hard by Her shady couch , she heard this melody . Song . 1. Of all dread Monarchs falls , I wonder lest At thine CYRVS of Persia . The Son may fall , and 's Plumes adorn thy crest , But thou must be the Mothers prey . With men to fight that Sex hath ods That triumphs both o'r Men and Gods. 2. In Peace , their arrowes s●ay , yet draw no blood , In war , they win when lose the Day . Though Captives , on their Conqu'rers necks they tread , And the fierce Victor make their prey . Strong Sex ! who from your chaine is free , That though he foyles ye , bound must be ? 186. The Eccho of the Grot much added to The voyce and words , but for this cause it was Sweet musick in ROSELLA'S eare , she knew By th' Tone it came from her dear ULORVS , Whom thus ( known though unseen ) in his own strain She answered , and he repli'd again . ROSELLA . 3. No , no , the Yoak must ever gall our neeks Our harsh Fates made us to obey . In childhood we observe our Parents becks , Then men doe steale our hearts away . Wretched as weak our Sex is grown Whose Wills and Hearts are ne'r our own , VLORUS . 4. How wretched 's he whose fortune lower lies Than his Love will bow unto 't ? JOVES royall Bird preys not on silly Flies , Shrubs wither at the Cedars root . Fond ICARVS , rather then die tame With secret griefe than open shame . ROSELLA . 5. How fond is he his sword away will throw Ere victory to his foe flies ! The highest Sun doth daign to shine below , Palmes supprest doth higher rise . Then live , or let thy fall b fair By brave attempts , not base Despaire . 187. When her sweet Grace this word of comfort gave To her sad Servant , now so nigh Despair , She , modest , blusht , he smil'd , and seem'd to have New sp'rit infus'd to him by her kind air . Resolv'd at last his doubtfull prize to try , And by her favour live , or frowning die . 188. She his approaches met as the ccole stream Doth bathing Virgins , when they first uncase And come nigh , the coy Nymph to stop them seem , But enter'd , she their limbs kisse and embrace . Now nothings wanting but the Churches rites To fill with joy their daies , with sport their nights . 189. Th' Youth to the foresaid Bower would oft resort To kisse the leaves his Mistris sate among . There one day musing of his future sport He in an extasie this Rapture sung . Think not this Humors madnesse , wise men say All great wits have of Madnesse some allay . A Rapture . 1. COme ( Fairest ) through the fleeting skie Le ts cut a way with nimble pace , On CVPIDS pointed wings le ts flie To Paradise , which is my place Where I may banquet on thy face . 2. Hark! the Springs Quiristers conspire With aires might make an Hermit dote T' invite us to their leavy Quire , And PHILOMELA'S well-strung throat Is tun'd with an alluring note . 3. The flowrie Floore's embelished With CLORIS'S painted Tapsterie , By Nymphs at Loves command here spred , Who meant that these should be for thee A downy Bed , and thou for me . 4. No spies shall lurk here to reveale To eares that itch with jealousie The houres of Pleasure we two steale : Great JOVE knew no such Liberty When he imbrac'd bright DANAE . 5. Being set , le ts sport a while ( my Deare ) ) I will look Babies in thine eye , Which shall i' th' shade make sun-shine cleer , And Love knots in thy locks I 'l tie Wherein my Heart doth fetter'd lie . 6. I 'l turne Loves Bee , and feast a while On either Rose which kindly do Unite in thy fair cheek , whose smile Might make a Cynick love thee too , And tempt him from his Tub to woo . 7. I will bedew with fervent kisses The fresh ADONIS on thy lip That balmy Theater of blisses , Chorus of kisses there shall skip And in unnumbred Galliards trip . 8. The Violets of thy veines I 'l tast That in blew archt Meanders lay ▪ Thence to the vale of Lillies hast In whose smooth allyes I will stray , And 'mong their Mazes lose my way . 9. Next downwards I 'l my way devoure , To Loves sweet-bramble bush I 'l fly , And cull from evry spicy flower Fresh bag 's of hony , till that I Have swell'd therwith my laden thigh . 10. Then to thy hive my Load of Balme I 'l bring , where ( as in thought before ) Halfe smothered in a sweaty Qualme , I will unlade my plenteous store , And roam about thy fields for more . 190. Now 'gan their Hymeneal's to approach , The time 's set . TITAN , oft the Youth did say Oftner the Maid , Lash on thy lazy Coach : How thick thy cri'd , kind PHOSPHORVS bring the day . It came at last ( though their desires thought late , ) Then these Doves coupled , in this Masque-like State. 191. Bright Juga JVNO'S Orgies are begun , Above her Altar in a Saphire Cloud Her airy Majesty displaid her Throne , Supported by two Peacocks gay and proud . The charming spirits of the air did beat Their sacred concords 'bout her Starry seat , 192. With a white Diadem her brow was crown'd From whence a swelling veile descended , flying , Whose upper end a silken Fascia boun'd Of severall hues , the many dies implying The various mutations of the skie , Of causing these she having th' faculty . 193. The wealthiest Gems in NEPTVNES cabinet Shon on her Fascia , in the top high With Roses blooming as her cheek , and set With Pestan Lillies , which her milk did die That from her brest dropt , when JOVE thence did pluck Her Privignus , laid there by stealth to suck . 194. A Royall Scepter in her right hand shon , Her left a Timbrell held ; her golden feet A Lyons shaggie hide trampled upon . Thus in her Argive Temple did she set , As ' t' were insulting o'r her Lords two scapes , The Monster-Master , and the God of Grapes . 195. The Region of Fier in an even Circle was ever whirling 'bove her seen : JOVE standing in the top , ( figuring the Heaven ) Brandishing flaming Bolts as if he 'd been To charge the Gyant Host . IRIS below Her Saphrie Throne , bent her enammel'd Bow. 196. Eight Ladies 'bout her Altar measur'd paces , Enstil'd her Powers or her faculties , Veil'd , lest all mortals with their dazling graces Should ( as th' armed Boy did ) lose their eyes . All these some Surname bore given properly TO JVNO , for some nuptiall mystery . 197. The first was CVRIS , nam'd from th' Sabine Sphere That Hasta Coelibaris , that had stuck In the slain Gladiator : the Brides hair With this she did divide , and keem and deck , To tell her , as in him that fast did ' bide , So close must she unto her male be ty'd . 198. Or it portended valiant men to come Out of her loynes , or else this badg of sway Denoted her subjection to her Groom : Or rather it might be in memory Of their first Marriages , by force contracted With them that came but to see Psaies , yet acted . 199. Next UNXIA with her wollen Fillets stood The Posts and Columnes of th' Houset ' adorn , And to annoint with hollow'd Oyles approv'd And fat of Wolves and Beares mixt in a Horn E'r the Bride enters : to expell thereby All frights and evills from the Family . 200. The third was JVGA ( that soul-mingling grace ) In silken Yoak the loving Pair that bind Ready to Vnion to sacrifice Two hearts melted and mixt into one mind . Thus as two Maids of different sex made one And to that state restor'd that first was known . 201. The fourth takes care that they remaine so still , GAMELIA , that behind the Altar throws The Gall : no strife is left , no stubborn will , But Peace and Love and Faith betwixt them growes . Such was the golden Chain let down from Heaven Of Linkes consisting thus well joyn'd and even . 202. The fift and sixt were ITERDVCA , and Her sister DOMIDVCA , these are they That were the Brides fair footsteps to attend When to her Spouses house she took her way . The seventh was CINXIA , that defends the Maid Quit of her Zone , whilst in that state she staid . 203. The last was TELIA , she that crowneth all , That brings the gratefull hower , and excites Lovers to reap the fruit of their long thrall , Embracements , kisses , and those short delights And melting toyes chast Love allowes ; the same That gives Perfection , and a womans name . 204. The Altar drest , first to it did approach The Quinque Corei attir'd in white . These were five Pages , bearing each a Torch Of Virgin Wax ; their number , in the rites Imply'd Perfection , seeing five is The number whence sweet Union claimes her Blisse . 205. The Bridgroome , behind these , with Myrtle crown'd Walk'd ( like Loves Champion ready for the Lists ) With longing looks . His hair was short and bound With party-colour'd Ribbands and Gold twists . Her garments hues the whitest Lillies stain'd , And ruddy'st Roses that e'r XEVXIS feign'd . 206. In Saffron-colour'd robes next HYMEN came , His under vestures white , his Socks were Gold , His head with Roses crown'd and Marjoram : A Torch of Pine Tree his right hand did hold , His left a blushing veile , to signifie The bedded Virgins bashfull modesty , 207. Then came Camillus , a young youth in white , Bearing a Torch of white and blooming Thorn , To fright all malice with the ominous light , In sign too of Increase this Tead was born . Next came a Rock and Spindle , nothing good These shew , gives check unto the highest bloud ▪ 208. 'Twixt them the Lovely Bride was led ; Her Head A Ros●e Crown had like a Turret made , Her loosly flowing hair with grey was shed To shew she enter'd to a Matrons state . Wherfore a Weathers Snowie fleece was worn At her back , that she might not labour scorn . 209. Her robe so white , was nothing else durst vie With it , but her pure skin . Bout her small wast In many many folds and contrary Circles her Virgin Zone of Wool was cast , Yet met in one Herculean , that binds , To intimate , so should all married minds . 210. With fire and water th' Auspices came next , To shew , that as each Birth is helpt to life By female moisture with male Heat well mixt : So for their likenesse sake joyn Man and Wife . Last , the Musicians came , with Rosebuds crown'd , Strayning their Organs high , this air to sound . Song . VIrgins Imprison your liberall flowing hair In Ribbands white : Bright Vnions Altar , and her rites prepare , Her cl●er Pines light And Io sing , then dew your eyes ' Cause you are not the Sacrifice . 211. Now leave yee JVNO'S Orgies to begin The Gods whose nights outshines his daies so far . Th' Idalian Star that so long wisht hath been Now gives Alarum to the peacefull War. And chides you for dalaying rites behind That have , though lesse of state , yet more of kind . 212. See! Mirtles trim your way . See ▪ Roses there Flow in whole showers , and Violets seem to grow I' th' Chamber , as if VENVS Mead it were , Where you shall revell in Loves Sphere , and know Nor fear , nor change ; exalted far above Even hope , and th' Wheel that spins the fates of Love. 213. The Zones strong knots the Gallant has unti'd , And 's ready other pretty difficulties T' encounter . Matrons sage have plac'd his Bride , Whilst he then out his cloathes like lightning flies And shoots himself into her Bosome , notes Wee 'l borrow of the Spheres to tune these votes . Epithalamium . TO Bed , Yee two in one united , go , Passe Doves in billing : Mix ye , and struggle till your marrow flow , Embrace more willing Than th' Loving Palmes ( great Vnions wonder ) That ne'r bore any fruit asunder . Be young to either , when Winter and grey haires Your heads shall climbe , May your affections like the merry Spheres Still move in Time ; And may ( with many a good Presage ) Your Marriage prove your Merry Age. 214. Next Day , when the fair Bride might boast a name More noble , and ' rose perfect as her Mother , All sorts joyn'd hands to celebrate her fame , And grace the Pomp with some device or other . Songs lull'd the Aier , and the battering feet Of tilting Steeds dull Earth to motion beat . 215. The honest Swaines , whose Rustick paines and Love , The noblest Princes are too high to scorne , Joyn'd in a Pastorall , both their mirth to move And shew what dutious minds by them were born . To name no more , there WILLIE to his mate . The last daies Pomp thus bluntly did relate . A BALLADE Vpon the Wedding . 1. I Tell thee Jack as I sought out A stragling Lambe which straid about The Hony-suckled Plaine , Mine eyes met such brave things i' th' way , As I ne'r saw before that day Nor never shall againe . 2. From yon gay House there came a Band Of simpring Courtiers hand in hand , Drest wondrous brave and fine . But O their Leader was a Lad In such a gaudy habit clad , As he did all out-shine . 3. Our Lord o' th' Town bears not such Port When he sits talking Law i' th' Court , With 's Tenants round about . Should he be on the green at Night , ( Jack ) thee and I each Lasse would slight , And crowd to take him out . 4. But wot you why he went so gay , It seems it was his wedding Day , And now to Church he go . Me thought he lookt oft at the Sun , As if he wisht his race were run , So did the Bride also . 5. The Bride ! the bravest in the row Our Town and all our Hundred too Can 't shew the like I 'l swear . I ne'r saw Lady at a May Or Shrovetide , or on Whitsonday That with her might compare . 6. Of a pair of Indies I 've been told , Where men find precious stones and Gold , I wot not where they are . Nor doe I wind to go to see , But doubtlesse if such things there be I think they 'r both in her . 7. The East , the tramells of her hair Gilt by Phaebus beames appear Like to a golden Fleece , More rich and fair than that which Was stollen by the Colchan Witch And the bold Youth of Greece . 8. Her sparkling Eyes are Jems so fair , Their lustre dims the twinckling Star Which bids us Shepherds fold . Her lips be Corrall of great price , Her breath is Violet buds , and Spice Whose worth cannot be told . 9. The other Indies men call West , These she hath too , and he is blest That sought their secret treasure ; But did he dig in those mines though , So oft as some in thought did do , He 'd labour'd out of measure . 10. Her milkie skin and front did show Like Meadowes clad in Winters Snow Or Cotshall Wool new drest ; Or like the girdle of the Skie , Or a smooth mount of Ivory , Or like to curds new prest . 11. Her cheeks ( wherein both Roses joyne ) Seem'd Milk commixt with Claret wine , Such as we drank last May Day . No Tulip e'r such colour wore , They look'd like Strawberries sugar'd o'r , Such as we eat last Play Day . 12. When to the new swept Church they came , The lightning which this Princely Dame Shot from her eyes so bright Struck blind the Parson , so that he Poor Beauty-blasted Man , could see Scarcely to read aright . 13. For all his Coat or Gravity , I think he wisht as ill as I Or any that stood by her . Though all did look as who should say Their very soules did melt away , And drop before the fire . 14. The rites done ( which like long Grace do But keep them off that would fall to ) The two , now one , went home , And call'd the waiters ( Sans delay ) To serve the dinner up , though they Had their Feast yet to come . 15. The Cooks to give the Guests content Had plundred every Element , And rifled Sea and shore . Beshrew my Heart I ne'r did see Boards deckt with such variety , And laden with such store . 16. Now were our Heads with Rosebuds crown'd And flowing cups ran swiftly round , Wee all did drink like Fishes ; That joy and pleasure may betide The Bridegroome , ' specially the Bride , Each lusty Gallant wishes . 17. The Womens eyes dwelt on the Maid , Some lik't this Lace , some that , and said 'T was A la mode du France . And drew the picture of the Peak : But then the Youth did silence break , And call'd them forth to dance . 18. No dapper Elves or light-heel'd Fawnes Could nimblier Trip it o'r the Lawnes , Or Faries o'r the green . Though by the Bride all were as far Outstript as frisking Faries are By Mistris MAB the Queen . 19. No Jack a Lent danc'd such a way , No Sun upon an Easter Day Is such a bonny sight . Yet in her eyes I read that she Meant to outstip her selfe , and be Much nimbler far at night . 20. Now Supper came and Healths went round , In full fill'd crowned Bowles we drown'd The slow and tedious Day . In Singing , Kissing oft , and Dancing , In sighing , wishing well , and glancing , We drave the Time away . 21. Till th' Nightingale did chant her Vesper And our curl'd Dogs were warn'd by Hesper To Congregate our Sheep . Till the gay Planet of the East Took leave of Iris , and did hast To 's sea-green Couch to sleep . 22. Now ( Jack ) th' unwilling willing Bride , With th'busie Virgin crew , aside Was stoll'n to undresse . The Youth whose active blood began To strike up Loves Tantarra , cam Within an hower and lesse . 23. In came he , where she blushing lay , Like to a Musk-Rose into a Lap full of Lillies cast . What pitty t is we still should stay , And make them riper Joyes delay , Only a kisss to tast ! 24. But still as 't were to crosse their blisse , The Bridemaids Banquet enter'd is , The Youth devour'd it halfe , To end it , not his tast to please . For minding those sweats comming , these Were dull , as Whey and Chaffe . 25. At last , the lights and wee , went out . Now what remain'd to do , they do 't . Some say they danc'd a Jig . If so ( Jack ) 't was but such as that That thou and I i' th' Bower had With Betty and with Peg. 216. But ah ! how short's the tenure of mans blisse On this side immortality ! alas ! The gaudiest Fate with black lines dapled is . What mortall e'r so bright a day did passe , But viewing o'r the howers at Night , has seen Some he had wish'd had not so gloomy been ? 217. Yee happy Hermits ! secur'd by kind fate , From the gilt curse of Fortunes flattery ! Your blisse alone enjoyes a fixed seat , Ours ebb and flow ; you only wealthy be In voluntary Poverty , and still Pleas'd what e'r comes , since what 's heavens is your will. 218. Whilst we are the blind Idoll Fortune's sport , We are her Balls ( stufft ( ah ) how beggerly ) The world so hazzardfull's her Tennis-court , Contents the Cord , Her bandying Rackets be Hope and Despair , with these , she ( wanting eyne ) Tosse us , ofter below than 'bove the Line . 219. Soon to THEREVTVS this crosse newes made wing That ULORVS ( who now he thought had made The Wormes a feast ) on Beauty banqueting In his fair Daughters armes entwined laid . So stead of being into his first dust thrown , Of his own flesh was a chief member grown . 220. No Bear rob'd of her Cubs , no hunted Boar Melted to foam , chaft with so buncht a brow . As dread Tarpean Jove when 's thunder tore The Welkin , and his forkt bolts laid full low Th' ambitious Piles the hundred hands had rear'd ; With wrath so arm'd the furious King appear'd . 221. How can an Infant Muse reach at such woe ? Which only he can tell that Father is To but one girle ( whom Cypria did indew With her choice gifts , and Delius with his ) When he sees him clasp'd in her dear armesly Whom he thinks his , and her worst enemy ? 222. What Earthquakes in a Land th' Kings anger makes ! As th' Forest trembles when the Lions roar , As Schoole-Boyes when his rod their Master shakes : Such Palsie seiz'd the Court , And horror more Than curiosity made all long to know Since the dread arm was up , whose should be th'blow . 223. But these are safe in their best sute of Male Their Innocence , the Queen and hers are meant . So meannesse oft times is the low shrubs baile , When Cyclops sweat the lofty Cedars rent . Now overhasty Prince , who would not be Rather a Groom than Wife or Childe to thee ? 224. The King no sooner thought it than he sent To th'Ile a Confident , a man whose will He knew was melted into his , and bent To feast all 's humors were they good or ill . He in Commission strong and 's trusty Band Soon left his own , and gain'd th' Aeolian strand . 225. What time the pale Moon peeping through a cloud , The secrets of the sullen night behold , He and his train through the Queens guard did croud With the Black Rod in 's hand , which , her , he told The King had sent , in token she must go With him , the cause and end she soon should know . 226. The patient Queen with humble grace repli'd , " And wills the King I soon my end should know ? " I thank his Grace , by making me his Bride : " He heav'd me to the high'st ●eat Earth can show , " And still he 's good ( since then this Earth hath none " More rich ) in giving me a Heavenly Throne . 227. To th' Princesse Lodgings next this Messenger Of Death made way , where he did vertue see With valour sporting ; she with her brave Dear , She the sweet burthen of the Gallants knee . So Turtles bill , so Kids upon the Plaine , Their snowie limbes doe wantonly enchain . 228. One of her hands ( that compact of firm snow And softer Ivory ) he glew'd to 's Lip , Her other play'd with 's jetty Locks . Doves so From twig to twig as her quick fingers trip From curl to curl , do hasten ; but as they Are th' Fowlers : so must these be Fortunes prey . 229. Now blasts their ears the cruel Message sent From th' angry King ; now they ( O harshest Death ! ) From eithers sweet embracements must be rent . This melts the Princesse's eyes , th' affright her breath Stopt , and she fainting catcht fast at her Dear , As drowning men at any bough that 's near . 230. Upon his Arm she her declining head Did rest , whilst death in gliding sleeps disguize Crept softly o'r her silence ; fear bespred Her silver Lids as curtaines 'fore her eyes ( Wherein the Sun was set ) that her losse might Not give her fresh wounds by the bitter sight . 231. Those Corrall twins her Lips which late I guest Bloud hardned into blushing stone , turn'd clay . Her Breath retired to perfume her Breast ; Her Roses and her Lillies droopinglay ; Her late swift Pulses slept , and did constraine Their wanton dances in her Saphire veine . 232. Th' uncivill Pursivant arm'd with the wreath Of his dread Master , falleth foule upon The noble Youth ; nought threats he lesse than Death , Than which the vigorous Law more harsh had none . So Falstaffe triumph'd o'r Hotspur's stiffe clay ; But , what cannot resist is Asses prey . 233. The Gallant youth who in just ragee'r while Would such unmannerly soules kick from their slime , Now seems no sense of injury to feel Because the Mans high trust secur'd his crime From privat chastisement ; words poiz'd should be Not by their own weight but the tongues degree . 234. The Ladies that their due attendance paid To the sweet Princesse in the fright all shear . Distracted thus , few to their Mistris laid Their helping hands , which they employ to tear Their hair now skar'd on end : all their tongues thus Secure thy selfe by flight Lord ULORVS . 235. As the last Trump shall at that great Assiise ( That Day of raising bones , and quickning clay ) Rallie our scatter'd attomes , and we'rise From out the mouldie Beds wherein we lay : So at that Loved name ROSELLA broke The bars of drowzie Death , and gently woke . FINIS . ELIZA The Author R. B. Gent. OVID. — Huic labrr est placidam exorare Puellam . LONDON , Printed by W. H. for Tho : Dringo . 1650. Vpon the first sight of ELIZA , Masked . WHen her saint Metaphore , Heavens radiant eye Puts his black Velvet Mask of darknesse by And freely shines , those Statues of live Jet I' th' Eastern shores half pickled up in sweat Adore his Lustre ; but they never bow Whilst Clouds case up and night-cap his fair Brow : So when mine eyes first reacht her , she ( alas ! ) Was Mask'd , and Ignorant I by did passe Without adoring , when such Shrines as hers May make Saints croud to be Idolaters . When Lady-like Loadstones in boxes cas'd I 've sometimes seen neer Iron wedges plac't The am'rous metall wav'd , and still crept neer , As if it knew its Love were shrined there . I felt this sympathy , and in my breast ( Like a stray Bird now fluttering near his Neast , Or like the Needle ) my warm'd Heart did hover , As who would say , the North I do discover , The Center , cease then ' mongst the Rocks to steer Thy course , but fix with presporous Omens here . Now with devouter eyes I lookt agen , But her black veil not drawn , thus ( thought I then ) Thus Angels Pictures in the Sacred Quire Are veild to raise our adoration higher . Still ( fair one ) for the common good thus shroud Your beames in waving curl , or silken cloud , Or you 'l scorch more than Phaeton with one Ray , Whose shine might send the Cime'rans a Day . Each Heart an Aetna , evry man must turn A Salamander , and even living burn . Blind as wag Cupid your refulgency ( As it did his ) will strike each daring eye . Myriads on each side as you walk must fall As spurious Eaglets 'fore your Emblem Sol. Thus you 'd with looks Philosophy controul And Fate , and leave the world without a Soul , Or prove ( which I confesse , since I was hit ) This all hath but one soul , and you are it . On ELIZAVnmasked . VVHen her bright eyes ( those ruling Starres which now Must guide my Fortune , and mine Actions too Boasting a power 'bove Fate ) pleas'd to dispell Those silken mists and clouds which trembling fell Fore them , as bowing to those Rayes Divine , And whilst they did ecclipse , adore their shrine . Now darted she her beames through Beauties skies And kindled willing me her Sacrifice . So Heaven its holy fier once did fling On its Elijab's piled offering , Like it , in pure and Turtle flames I burne Ne'r to be quencht till th' Pyle shall ashes turne , Then , like a coal in dust of Juniper Mine Heart shall glow a Martyr still to her . Since then i 'm turn'd all heat , had she not best Consult with coldnesse , so to slake my breast ? No , Fondling no , then ( as the deeper well Makes fuell of the Ice ) my flame will swell . Thou then , the twang of whose Bow all commands , Turn thy plum'd shafts to sacred fierbrands , And make her Breast the Vestall Harth , that she May sweetly burn in equall flames with me , So ( Love's 'bove Nature ) this fire that sh'ant smother But both vie Ardour , and maintaine each other . Sonnet . To ELIZA upon May day morning . 1649. 1. See! ( Fairest ) Virgins gather dew ; Wing'd Heralds blaze on every bough May's come ; if you say so , t is true . For thus your Power 's 'bove his that seasons sway , He brings the Moneth , but you must make it May. Arise , Arise Bright eyes , And silver over Beauties skies : You set , Noon's Night , you up , each Day Turns jolly May. 2. Now Venus hatches her young Doves , This fruitfull Moneth's proper for Loves , Though Aprill sayes like her it moves Full of sad change ; but you may chase away All showres with smiles , and make all our days May. Arise , Arise , &c. 3. All , but you , Love , ( though all love you . ) The Birds their song each morn renew , Even Earth has dond her gaudy hue . Since all things else are blith , let your kind Ray Do more than Sol's , and make in me too May. Arise , Arise ; &c. 4. May this Moneth last , when bald Time shall Climb your fair Hill of Youth , may all His steps be slip'rie , and he back fall To Beauties Spring , that your cheek may alway That lustre weare that now adorneth May. Arise , Arise Bright eyes , And silver over Beauties skies , &c. Song . A Dialogue 'twixt Passion and Reason . P. VVHy doth her smiling eye shoot Rayes ( Able to gild a Captives Dayes , ) Which kindle in my Soul Desire ? R. ' Cause Love that dwels there is a fire . P. But why is tender Pitty bar'd Out of her Heart that 's frozen hard , And cold as ycie Scythia ? R. ' Cause Love 's a Nymph born o' the Sea. And like her wavering Dame to be Is faithlesse , as the Moon or Shee . Chorus . Love is cold , and yet a fire , T is a hot cold fiction , A pleasant Affliction , A fond Desire , That puzzles Reason with a meer contradiction . To ELIZA , with my Cyprian Academy . Lady , NOw hath the Youthfull Spring unbound The Icie fetters of the Ground . And ransom'd Flora from beneath The frosty Prison of the Earth . Fresh cloaths of State she spreads upon The Downes , in hope you 'd walke thereon , And many fair flowers she doth create Your fair cheeks to imitate , Then borrowes perfumes for her Birth From the Spicery of your Breath . Shall I more barren than the thick Element be ? no , I 'm more quick , When she but leaves , see ! fruits I bring , Though scarce ( I fear ) well rellishing . Their only excuse is , they be Early , in the yeers Infancy . Even tender Weeds 'mong Sallads passe , And young things claime to prettinesse . These clusters , if yet sowre of tast , As being somewhat too soon Prest , ●nd nipt with many an envious blast ) ●hus still may hope maturity , ●rom the kind sunshine of your eye . ●aign but to gild them with one Ray , And evry sprig shall turn a Bay Green as that coy one . And I 'l dare ●o swear they 're good when yours they are ; ●n you and shrines Divinity dwells That hallowes all your utensills . So I may hope too your sweet Power Might make even me good were I Your R. B. Vpon a Black patch on ELIZA'S cheek , cut in the form of an Heart . VVHat 's this , that holds that happy place Her Cheek ? and to requite such grace ●erves for a foyle unto her face ? ●uch Mole , the Queen hot Hearts obay , ●uch Spots she beares that makes Night Day , ●uch Thone of Love wore Helena . At distance , like a Cloud it showes I' th' Skie when Morn doth first disclose , Or like a Fly upon a Rose . Near , t is an Heart , which being so nigh The Torrid Zone of her bright eye , Is scorch'd into the Negro's die . I guest it some poor Heart , which late Died th' Martyr of her Love and Hate , Now Mourner turn'd for its sad fate . And for Reward of Loyalty Made by some pittying Destinie A mourning Star in Beauties skie . Strait on my Breast my Hand was thrown , From whence I found my Heart was flown , And thought to claime this for mine own . But mine flames bright like Juniper , A Turtle Sacrifice to her , Not turn'd a coal by black Despair . Yet lively this doth Typifie My State me thought , if January Should keep her Heart as Iune her eye . But since my Heart will be her Guest , May it not be shut out , but rest For ay i' th' Paradise of her Breast . Song . The Rose . 1. FFrom Eliza's Breast ( That sweet Nest Where my heart and Cupid rest ) I took a Rose-bud , which flew thither For shelter from the droughty weather . 2. Whilst a Place it held In that field Of Lillies with Violet Mazes rill'd , It gathered all its sweetnesse there , And smells not of it selfe , but Her. 3. I thought to kisse the Stalk , but see It ( angry ) raiz'd it's fangs at me , And prickt my lips in poor revenge For making it its sweet bed change , 4. Whilst it therein laid In its shade Thousand Cupids frisk'd and plai'd With Fairy Graces thither come To prove her Breast Elizium . 5. Whence had it this die ? Did the skie Lend it her Ruby Livery ? No , No , it only blusht to see Her cheeks excell its gallantry . 6. See! so to be sham'd And be tane From her bosom , the poor wan Languishing floure its leaves hath spred For Griefe , and lies ( griefes Martyr ) dead . 7. In it yet doth lie Fragrancy ; Thus must choycest Beauties die , But as this after death shall be Still od'rous in their memory . The Temper . 1. CEase me with Ardour to infest Fierce Leo , and Heavens burning stone , Th' Idalian fire hath made my Breast Loves Africk , Cupids Torrid Zone , Or Aetna , which doth feed such great Flames , as I need no other Heat . 2. Invested in thine icye tire Come hoary Hyems to my reliefe . But yet I fear before my fire Thou l't drop away ; or else for Griefe Dissolve to briny tears to see My feaver , and drown thy selfe and me . 3. If Poison Poison can allay , Sol fires extinguish with his beams , Come Titan , with thy scalding Ray Look out my flame . If by th' extremes I chance to get a Calenture , That 's cool to what I now endure . 4. Cease Winter crown'd with Cristall ice To frigidate my Eliza. Her Heart 's the Court of Dian nice , Who makes it Greenland , Scythia Or Caucasus , the frozen Station Of cold which needs no Augmention . 5. She 's white enough , and well may spare Thine ashie fleece , a foyle to her , Which when it sees it self so far Excell'd , dissolves into a tear , For spight it s not so fair as she , It turnes durt foule as others be . 6. Come Phaebus arm'd with scorching beams , Besiege her with Iunes heat . But I Fear e'r shee 'l thaw to amorous streames Thy selfe wilt freeze , or from her eye ( The Cittadell o' th' God of Love ) Thou it be shot and my Rivall prove . 7. If Snow can keep the Saplings warm , If Wells be hottest in December , Winter thy selfe with Ice go arme , And come beleager evry member , Till she yeelds Dian shall be sent Into perpetuall Banishment . 8. When thou hast chas'd her from her hold , And art possest thy selfe of it , If by thy over-chilly cold She chance an Ague for to get , She shall extract from me such Cyprian heat As'l cast us both into a panting sweat . The Lovers Sun. 1. LEt age-dry'd Aeson Sacrifice To Sol , and he whose weather-wise Autumnine joynts at evry blast Of Bore as keener Breath are cast Into a Palsie , and do find As much adoe to stand i' th' wind And frost , as the thatcht shud , which he Erected in 's Minority . And let Amyntas , and the Swaine Whose Soule is corn , and Hope the gain That the kindly-ripning Springs And Golden-headed Harvest brings , Evry Yeer An Altar rear To the gay Planet of the East , And with a fatted Horse him feast . 2. Think not ( Loves tell-tale foe ) to see These Superstitious rites from me , For I acknowledge unto you No Orgies or Allegiance due . T is not thy Atom-thronged Beam Creates the Day in my esteem , But bright ELIZA'S eyes which are Than thee more radiant by far . Compar'd with them , thou seem'st to me Like Bristow stones compar'd with thee . Nor is 't thy abscence ( flaming stone ) That makes my christall day-light gone , But when dear she Frownes upon me , And shuts her eyes , Oh , then am I Involv'd in Tenebrosity . 3. I owe not to thy sparkling Ray The benefit of Night or Day , Did she ever smile , thy light would be Just as uselesse unto me As is thy bicorn'd Sister Moon , When sometimes she peeps out at Noon . When my Saint shuts those heavenly lids Whose wink each daring thought forbids I hate to see thy glaring Light And love my melancholy Night . I wish thy race were shorter yet ; For when my Souls fair Sun be set My heape of clay Needeth no Day . Besides , thou want'st enough of Light To make it day when she makes Night . So smiles or frownes she me upon I either slight , or wish thee gon . 4. Nor owe I unto thee , but Her All the foure Seasons of the yeer . When Hyems hath benum'd the World And such a cold about it hurld As thou thy selfe hadst need to shine Wrapt in an Irish Gausopine , If I obtaine a Glance of Her Or if her Name but strikes mine eare , I am with a strange heat possest , A Lightning's darted through my Breast , And in my glowing Soul Desire Hath kindled such a Vestall fire As Trent and Thames With all their streames Shall ne'r quench ; but for aye shall burne , And warm mine ashes in mine Urne . 5. When thy fierce heat ( Olympick coal ) Hath crack'd and thaw'd the Icye Pole , And thou hast wrought thy toylsom track Up to the losty Lyons back . And thereon rid'st environed With beames ejected from thine Head , That rive the ground , and singe the Grasse And tan the jolly Shepherd esse . The Oxe now grazes not , but lies Tormented by the stinging Flies , Or runs to find a cooler Bower , I 'l slight thy Tyrannizing Power , I 'l not in ( vain ) Wish frost againe , But shroud me from that flame of thine In her sweet Grove of Eglantine . 6. Neither canst thou ( for all thy heat ) Two Seasons at one time create , But all succeed by turns . In her All fower at one Time appeare . The Spring perfum'd with fragrancy I' th' Violets of her veines I spie ; To evidence t is Summer Time Her Lips bear Cherries in their prime ; Wish I Autum ? Lo , all the Year On her Cheek hangs a Katherine Pear ; And Apples on her Breast be set By Nature fairer far than that Which tempted Eve T' eat without leave . If I desire a Winters Day Warm Snow upon her hands doth lay . But Ah! ( which most I grieve to tell ) He also in her Heart doth dwell . Vpon a black patch on ELIZA'S Breast cut in the form of a Dart. SUre Cupid thou hast lost thine Art ? See how neer , yet in vain thy Dart Flew to my dearest dearest's Heart ? What triumphs can such Archery claim ? Reason would have thought in half this time You might have taken surer aime . But Pardon , I blaspheme in Jest , Yet dread not thy Revenge i' th' least , Thou canst not wound me more than th' hast . But ' cause I 'de have thee not refuse Againe at her thy Bow to use , I 'l cog , and frame thee this excuse . You gaz'd so long her eyes upon ( Far brighter than thy Psyche's own , Or Heavens illustrating stone ) As dazled with the wondrous flame , Alas ! you lost your levell'd aime , And with halfe strength thine Arrow came ; Which , losing th' point did side-waies fall , And on her Breast hung like a small Anchor upon a free-stone wall . To ELIZA with my Apology for PARIS . SEe ! ( Sweet ) the Trojan Prince is come To you t' attend his finall doome , His judgement oft hath Judged been , And controverted Pro and Con , But if you please t' allow it just He 'l henceforth scorne each Criticks gust . And from your mouth our Oracle Wee 'l him Loves Minos ever call . If my soft Muse you think ran low In blazing Cypria , and I show But a pale shadow of her worth , Alas ! t is ' cause I drew it forth Before your eye beames did inspire My fancy with Idalian fire . If this I said for th' Queen of Love What had I said if you had strove ? In your behalfe ? but ( fairest ) then No Argument had needed been , The least glance of your conquering eyes Had made the youth lay Beauties prize And 's Heart too , at your feet , without Which to prefer the smallest doubt ; And then he had not needed mee To coyne him this Apologie . Such choice even Cato had approv'd , And Caesar for it had him lov'd . For this I 'l prove , with smal expence of wit , VENVS gat Beauties prize , you merit it . To ELIZA , with a Tulip fashion'd Watch. Lady , THis measure of Time accept with serene eye From him , whose Love to you shall Time out-vie . See! what disguise this spie of Day doth wear , A Tulip ! as the forge its Garden were . Indeed heat procreates even Flowers , but this A peece of an Egyptian Mysterie is . Time , by a Flower denotes how suddenly , Earths frailer crops bloom , flourish , fade , and die , In speciall Beauty ( that sweet Tulip ) hasts To waite on Time , then use it whilst it lasts . When these small clicking orbs you busie hear , Panting in their round journey , like the Spheres , Think so my constant heart doth palpitate Towards you , and th' Pulse of my Affections beat , Ne'r to stand , till shee that each happy thing Envies ( the peevish sister ) cuts the string . Song . The Maiden Blash . VVHere hast thou been Aurora bright ? With Bacchus revelling last Night ? And now the Clarret thou drank'st there , I' th' tincture of thy cheeks appear . Or thou art turned Gallant gay ? And wilt perhaps to Court to Day ? And for thy more admired grace Hast painted thy enchanting face ? But Eliza has not revell'ing been Nor meanes to be i' th' Presence seen , And yet the same Vermilion Her Rosie-tincted cheek is on . Or Morn doth blush to see , so far Her selfe excell'd in hue by her , Else sure carnation Heaven doth die Her cheeks , or they bepaint the skie . Doubts & Feares● ROuze Erra Pater , and erect a Scheme , Tell , tell me , may I hope one cheering beame From my Loves eye ? say , shall my Joyes become Perfect on this side of Elizium ? Cast , Cast a figure , shall I find that place On Earth in a sweet Heaven of her embrace . Why should hope flatter me ? since her fair hands I find so loath to tie those life-long bands ? But why should she shun Juno's fane ? or be So adverse to the Genial Deitie ? Truth on mens tongues ( she saies ) doth seldom sit But what they rashly swear they soon forget . Shee saies they write in Sand when they take oathes And keep their vowes just as they weare their cloaths , Whilst only they be new and fresh i' th' fashion But once grown old ( like words they speak in Passion ) They lay them by forgot , and their Loves leave With watry eyes to waile the faith they gave To their more watry vowes ; And then in Pride In scornes Triumphall Chariot will they ride Over their spoyles , and tirannously glory How many female Trophees deck their story . So quick-eele Theseus of two conquests vapour , Poor Ariadne and the Minetaure , And leaves Fame in the Labyrinth to tell Of that , or himselfe which was beast most fell . So did false Jason by his vow-breach prove 'T was gaine he sought for , not Medea's Love. Thus slippery streames the yielding banks do court , Then gliding thence , say they but lov'd in sport . Thus winds wooe Flowers , but having of their smells Rob'd them , sly thence perfum'd to other cells . Rouse ye infernall Hags , yee direfull three From the foule lakes of Nights darke Empery . Give me a bunch of Scorpions to lash Lady-deceivers , and to teare their flesh With stings , more than they did the gentle hearts Of maids they cheated with their Crocodile Arts. Hells curse on the inconstant crew that tooke Loves sacred name their fraud or lust to cloak . Vipers to your own kind , its long on you Ladies scarce credit us that would be true . Rest thee Ixion , these deserve to feel The weary service of thy constant wheel . May the inconstant Stone disturb your rests , And ravenous Vultures banquet on your Breasts . And ' cause your flame of Love went out , fry there In flames eternall as your shame is here . There ( though not here ) be constant in your tones , But let them be Caligula's musick , groanes . May heaven invent new Plagues , and Poets adde More curses for you to the store we had . And may your Ribs in Hell a Grydiron be Whereon your soules may broile eternally . But ah ! I faint ! I fear my fate is near , I feel that colder poyson sad Despair Invade my veines , shaking my cot of clay , Warning my soul out ; thus warn'd none can stay . Yet may I ere on Earth I quit my room Bespeak a better in Elizium . Sweet SVCKLING then , the glory of the Bower Wherein I 've wanton'd many a geniall hower , Fair Plant ! whom I have seen Minerva wear An ornament to her well-plaited hair On highest daies , remove a little from Thy excellent CAREVV , and thou dearest TOM , Loves Oracle , lay thee a little off Thy flourishing SVCKLING , that between you both I may find room : then , strike when will my fate , I 'l proudly hast to such a Princely seat . But you have Crownes , our Gods chast darling Tree Adorn your Brows with her fresh gallantry . Stay , I 'l go get a wreath too , the Saint I So long ador'd a Willow can't deny , I 'l claim it , and of that as proud be seen ( Cause t is her favour , and in her hand hath been ) As you of Lawrell ; t is as fresh , as green . Sonnet . The Protestation . 1. FIrst stones shall races upward run , Scots forget craft , and Avarice Jewes ; The Needle its dear North shall shun , And Impudence the publique Stewes ; First supple flattery Nero's Court shall flee , E're I cease thee to Love , and only Thee . 6. If any object to mine eye Seems fair , but what in thee is found ; If my dull ear hears melody Besides thy voice in any sound ; If my abused taste its art should misse , And relish ought besides thy balmy kisse ; 4. If my false touch should think it hath Felt any thing smooth or soft , but thee ; Or if my smell , besides thy Breath Counts ought Perfume , or Nard to be ; May Titians Kites feast on me , whilst I see My Rivall joy in and enjoying Thee . FINIS . POEMS . The Author R. B. Gent. LONDON , Printed by W. H. for Tho : Dring . 1650. Vpon Birth and Infancy . 1. BIrth is a kind of Resurrection ; For Man is buried ere he be brought forth . Th' membrane that veiles the tender Embrion Is first its winding sheet , then swadling cloath . Death ushers in mans life , so that the wombe Is both his genethliack Inne and Tombe . 2. Birth is a kind of Goal delivery . A Prisoner ere he knowes what 's to be free Man is . Thrice three Moneths doth he cloystered lie In a maturnall Dungeon , after , he Lives halfe in nights ; whom Lucine forth dothlet Leaves not his darknesse , but exchanges it . 3. Gods Commissary Nature doth bestow The inborn Principalls and Physicall Dictates of Reason on him , this yee don't know . And thus alone he proves he 's rationall , He wailes with cries which no salt teares do want The Ignorance of which he 's Ignorant . 4. His lives twilight , or dawning of the Day In this same wheel or circular is spent , He sucks , sleeps , cries , Tria sunt omnia . As if he deem'd Death gain , Life punishment . He 's quiet but sleeping when in jeast he dies , But when he wakes , and finds he lives , he cries . 5. He is beholding to ( though he 's by Birth The Monarch of the whole creation ) Brute Animalls and hospitable earth Both for his vestments and nutrition . Being cloath'd he 's lull'd asleep by his own cry , So , ere he 'gins to live , he learns to die . In Principem arma petentem . — Erit ille mihi semper Deus . ANd weares his Highnesse Buffe ? stir , Vulcan , stir The coales , and forge bolts for Heavens Thunderer . To naile his foes to earth with . Now assume Celestiall Archer thy sure Bow , new plume The Shaft that pierc'd the Python ; Neptune bear Thy Fork aloft and many maid thy Spear . Sern Mars girt on thy sword and shake the Lance , Thy knotty Club , great Hercules , advance . Arm Gods , and Hero's arm , keep watch and ward About his Person and be his Life Guard. May evry Sun present him with fresh Bay , May he ne'r know what t is to misse o' th' Day . May's name ( like Zisca's Drum ) his foes affright , May their hearts drop into their heeles at 's sight ; And may our arms pave all the way he treads With peacefull Olives , or bold Rebells heads . Kind Jove give Fortune eyes , for could she see Whom she attends upon , it could not be That ( to what place so e're he would betake him ) She should so hate her selfe , as to forsake him . TO That Darling of Virtue his dear Friend JOHN VVROTH , Esq ; I Love thee highly , but for what ? Is 't for thy blood or Births sake ? no I 'm not so fond to dote on that Which ballanced no weight doth know , Nor object to the eye doth bear , But only fills the vulgar ear . Nor for thy fortunes , since we know They ( sometimes ) like the faithlesse sea Ebb from the good , to th'impious flow , And them with flattery betray : Stealing , like to the theevish sands , When most they grasp them through their hands . From dead mens urnes and dust doth come Gentilitie , but wealth doth take Its rise yet lower , that 's but scum Of the sulphury boyling Lake . These I respect , but what I love In thee , is something from above . Vertue it is , which as a Star In thy ennobled Soule doth shine Fixed , as in its proper Sphear , And making thee ( like it ) Divine . For th' rest I honour thine Ancestours ; Greatnesse we borrow , Vertu 's ours . To that emulated piece of Perfection the Lady Diana Willoby . With Sir. Tho : Overbury's Wife . Lady , HEre comes a Wife to kisse your hand By whom both Death and Life her Parent got . Yet she 's not the worse to be entertain'd Since th' first was her ill fate , the last her Plot. Her chief fault ( whereof all have some ) that I Find , is that hitherto she'th mist your eye . Your eye ! ah ! too too dark a word ! our Sun To which all Poets their braines-births should bring There to be tri'd ( as Eagles oft have done Their young ones to the Planets glorious King ; ) And banish those , as spurious from their Nest That could no : ' bide your most judicious Test . View her then ( Madam ) or rather your self view ; For she 's your shaddow , you her substance are . What he Lord wish't in her , yours find in you , As you th' originall , she the coppy were . Use her thereafter , if she welcom misse You are harsh even to your selfe , for you she is . And I your &c. To my Honour'd Friend Benjamin Garfield Esq ; Vpon his excellent Tragi-comedy Entitled The Vnfortunate Fortunate . ANd is thy Sock on friend ? ascend the Stage And tell the Antimaskers of our Age Thalia's harth shall Smoke yet ; what though that Pig-wiggin Satyrist makes the poor Presse sweat With dull invectives ' gainst her Comick train ? Pox , t is ' cause he wants ears to hear her straine . We find ( such surfet th' Iron Age hath tane ) More moralls at a Theater than some Fane , Our Brittish Turks exhort us there with heat With Poleaxes into mens heads to beat Their new Capricio's , this Enigma there , To obey Kings by opposing , is call'd cleer . These are the truest Playes , those we stile so Teach us in jeast in earnest what to do . They 're Sermons in disguise , a good Play is A Lecture of humanity . So is This. Thy Muse , the goodliest of the Iove-born Quire , ( From whose Syrenious voyce and mellow Lyre Orpheus might learn to tune the chiming Sphears ) Unto a Musick Banquet calls ours ears , Where ( cause best melody in Discords dwell ) Countrey and Court our hearing Organs fill . First Balaam's Asses bray , beasts set on end , Soules drown'd in lumps of flesh that downwards tend . Yet 'mong these walking clods thine EFFRE showes Like one of Venus team trooping with Crowes . She thus disguiz'd is no more blemished Than a rich Diamon'd that 's set in Lead . Of their Rusticitie she partaked lesse Than th' scaly Tribe do o' th' seas brackishnesse . So Danube scornes with Sava's muddy tyde To mix though both through the same channel glide . Thus the coy River Arethusa ran Piercing the bowells of the Ocean Some hundred Leagues , and then forth issued Free from salt Tincture as at her springs head . Thou tell'st us how one Dart struck two together , Plum'd with a Turtles , not a Sparrows feather . But oh the frownes of chance that Lovers meet ! " Lesse 't had sowre sawce Love were too sweet a meat . Now a foule Dungeons eccho must reply Their itterated vowes of constancy . Yet nor this storm of Fate , nor cage them moves , But here like Nightingales they chant their Loves . " A great mind , maugre usurpt Power , or thrall , " Is free in CARISBROOK as in WHITEHALL . At length their Innocence breakes forth like Day And chase black Nights suspicious clouds away . Fortune's like Proteus the changling Kern , " But kick and she 'l to her true shape return . Thy Lovers fortitude in hard assays Got them the Nuptiall Garland , thee the Bayes , In which ere verdant wreath no branch of Vine I spie , it s dew'd with Helicon , not Wine . With strenuous sinewie words that CAT'LINE swells I reckon 't not among th' Men-miracles . How could that Poem heat and vigour lack When each line oft cost BEN a glasse of sack ? " When brisk Canary flowes with Castaly , " Wits torrent swells , and the proud ●loud boiles high . If you mixt ought with th' Aganippe floud , 'T was but an Heritiques , not God Bacchus's bloud , The Hop 's the Heritique , yet thou art he Bring'st Truth of Poesie out of Heresie . If such things flow from th' fat , a Brewers horse I 'l yoak with Medusean Pegasus . The Grape and Hop in the same scale I 'l put . Now , now , the Hoghead's equall with the Butt . Go , forth , and live , great Master of thy Pen , And share the Lawrell with thy namesake BEN , Whose Genius thou hast as well as name , And as your wits are equall , May your Fame . It rests , but that I wish the Actors may As well as thou hast written , make the Play. " Playes written are not finished , made they are " I' th' study first , next on the Theater . ERYNIS , OR , Discords Speech in a private Presentment . HOop , Hoop me , or I burst ! to what a fear'd Stupendious height I have my Trophies rear'd ? Though yet my Power and wishes be not even My head at each step tilts ' gainst stars in Heaven , In Heaven , where onely Jove me rule denies , But as he hath me from above the skies I 've banish'd him beneath ; so of the tripple World he but one part holds , but I a couple . Far , as the messe of jarring Brothers I Do puffe my severing breath , if they swell high And stiffely plead their claimes to th' airy throne In Thunder that hoarse Stentors base doth drowne , These my officious wormes as loud have hist , And prest from Haemus top Mars to assist Their rage , with artificiall claps that mock Joves idle terrors , and his Region shake . If they disigning to invade the skie Throw christal mounts on mounts to scale thereby ; And from their Potgun throats belch gusts that teare ( Granado like ) the Houses of the air , In this my knotty bunch ▪ worse stormes each Snake Can raise , which down at last in red showres break . Thanks dutious Son , more sage than Machiavel ( Though the joke saies he scarce is match'd in Hell ) Thanks for abusing the aspiring traine Their easie faith with , but Divide and Raigne . To their hopes scene now longing court they me Where I make them toyle for their Tragedie . Thus gull'd , they find no Raign , but that of blood , And Plagues high swelling as Ducalions Floud . Whilst I and Spoyle , like mercenary Bands Quell them that call us in , and share their Lands . Thus Slaves crowd in , whilst I with smiling chear But clap my hands and cry fight Dog fight Beare . Successe thus makes th' Oraculous sentence good , Divide and DISCORD Raign , shee 's understood ▪ An Anniverse on the fifth of November . YOu that derive your far-fetch'd Pedigree From mighty Brute , from th' Son of Saturne He , Sing Io , Io , and fill the sportfull skies With songs , for joy you tore them not with cries . This is the Day ( meant for your Day of Doom ) In which to Babell , rather than to Rome Your Commons , Peers , your Prince , your Queen , and King Were all intended a burnt-offering . The Pyle was built , the sulphurous train was laid Which had but one Squib of a Nation made ; Had the least spark but lent it breath 't had driven In bright Elijahs Chariot to Heaven Princes and Prophets ; tattred limbs had fill'd The air , where bloud had in red showers distill'd . Quick Death had given no time to fear his spight , The active flame had seiz'd ere had the fright . The coward Dame had cut threads unprepar'd , And wounded men ere they could wake to ward . Who ere were those unfortunate male contents That of this dire Treason were Instruments , The Author was that subterranean Fiend The common Enemy of Man , his end A scandall and an odium to bring Upon those People whom their peacefull King So strongly guards from all his other harms . And to cast dirt he meant by traytrous charmes On their Religion , that she might here As foule as she doth fair in heaven appear . The Powder Plot , a Mouster Hell did hatch , Was such , for which no story has a Match . FINIS . EPIGRAMS , &c. FIRST BOOKE . The Author R. B. Gent. MARTIAL . — Queritur laesus Carmine nemo meo . LONDON , Printed by W. H. for Tho : Dring . 1650. I. To my Lady E. R. Commending his Muse . Madam , IF weight or light in my weak lines you spie , Weight from your mouth they take , Light from your eye . II. To the same , On War. VVAr , that black word , compos'd of thousand ills , Ladies ne'r speak nor think , but ' gainst their wils ; The Lute sounds pleasant , harshly stern alarm's , They love not Armed Men , but Men in Arms. III. On the Picture of LOVYS the fourteenth King of France . THis , this is Hee that turn'd the storme to calme , And fenc'd his Lillies with triumphant Palme , And by his actions , so far greater then His Age , proves Kings are never childeren . IV. Antithesis , to the conclusion of Sannazarius his Epigram on the City of Venice , which when he has compared to Rome , he saies Illam homines , dices , hanc posuisse Deos. Those men you 'l say , These stones the Gods did lay . IN silence be the worlds Seven wonders lost , Thy stately Hills Proud Rome , no longer boast . See here ! men dwell with Fish ! a City stands I' th' water ! and the God thereof commands ! Neptunes great Realm's invaded thus , and tam'd ! Not Men ( you say ) but Gods , this Wonder fram'd , That makes the wonder lesse ; t is Venice's praise That mortall Men , not Gods such Piles could raise . V. To a Cadet . VVHat though thy Creditors call Pay ? ne'r fret , A Pound of care can't pay an ounce of Debt . VI. An Epitaph , Vpon Henry the eighth King of England , Translated out of Spanish . O Henry more than this cold cover Of stone , thy worth do hide and smother The Love of Luscious Venery , And stubbornnesse in Heresie . How with thy greatnesse I demand ( Poor Cosen'd Briton ) could it stand To let a Woman on thee tread And yet to be the Churches Head ? VII . Another , on Queen Elizabeth . TThis Urne doth Iesabels dust comprise . Here the new Athalia lies . O' th' Western ore the Harpye , The cruell firebrand of the Sea. Here lies a wit , of Fame the most Worthy that ever Earth could boast , If , to arrive at that blest Bay Of Heaven , she had not miss'd her way . VII . To Sim the Letcher . I Told Sim if he breath'd his last at Rome His dust with Courtizans should mingled lie : For Whores and Heretiques there find one Tomb. He answer'd , that 's a happy turne , for why Alive but one at one time I enjoy'd , But dead in that Elizian grave shall I With thousands lie at once and not be cloy'd . VIII . To Momus . MOmus , my Poems I have sent Abroad ere the Carnavall is spent , Cause I would have Carpes cheap in Lent. IX . On the same . MY Book , like Persius , ' gainst the wall he hurries Saying , Dicitque tibi tua Pagina fur●es . And t is more crime ( Synesius did suppose ) To steale a dead mans labours than his cloathes . What Author in the Vatican is left , If this be true , unblemished with theft ? I must confesse I 'm guilty as the rest , And am ( like them ) contented to be Prest . X. To Will : Ad. upon his Marriage . NOw thou hadst need be very mild and still , Seeing thy Kate is wedded to her WILL. XI . On Wittoll : VVIttell said , he hop'd his Love Would a pretty Fortune prove . As so she has indeed , for she Is famous for Inconstancy . XII . On Hornes . VVHen as the Wife deserveth them Why should the Man hornes weare ? Because he is his Wifes head , and No Beast weares Hornes but there . XIII . Epitaph , On Henry the fourth , surnam'd the Great , King of France . STay Traveller , see Honours fraile decay , Then passe , and wash with teares thy further way , Seek not in Sols whole round a nobler Tombe . A Greater King ne'r laid in lesser Roome . No Death ere drew more Rivers from swoln eyes , No Funerall broke the aire with sadder cries . Pallas was so shar'd in him 't were a bold word To say which sharpest was his wit or sword . These drops o'● all the blubber'd marble spread Are Pearl like Teares , Griefs gems , to crown him dead , Weep too , lest thou be'st harder than these stones ; Then passing say , ( in broken sounds and grones ) Although a Bruter hand rob'd him of Breath , France own'd a Caesar in brave Deeds and Death . XIV . On Sir Iohn Suckling . THe Rose ( the Splendor of Flora's Treasurie ) Smells sweeter when t is pluckt than on the Tree . So odorous Suckling ( when he liv'd a Flower Able alone to make the Nine a Bower ) Is held since he by Times Sith mow'd has been The Sweetest Plant in the Pierian green . Nor envious Fate , nor Northern blasts together , Though he was nipt i' th ▪ bud can make him wither . XV. On Spend-all . SPend-all to Court , to learn some manners went , But there in revelling , all his Manors spent . XVI . To Leigh the Linguist . I Oft have heard thee spend much of thy lunges Praising the copious French , Greek , Latine , Tongues . English thou saist is poor , and much doth want Emphatick Phrases , words significant T' expresse the Ideas that the mind affords , T is easly helpt ; Marry , you I want no words . XVII . To Mr Robert Brownrigg . PRophetick Delius , ( to whom is seen What is , and what shall be , and what ere hath been , From whose instructive Genius , Meeter springs , And how to touch the well-concording strings , ) Being banish'd Delphos ( where he us'd to shew Inquisitive Mortalls what should ensue ) To Abions Woollie Isle he came , to find A Monastry where he might sit enshrin'd . Upon thy Head he happily hath hit , Where he raignes , mounted on a Throne of wit ; And by Prerogative has given to thee Th' manor of Tempe , t' hold in Capite XVIII . To Mrs Diana Willoby , Vpon her marriage Day morning it being very dark and misty . VVHy is the Sun so thrifty of his light ? Is it to shew a Lovers Day is Night ? No. I 've the Reason , the God of amorous heat Takes up your eyes to light his torches at ; So bankrupt Sol , the wandring Knight so fair , ' Can't borrow thence one beam to gild the air . Look then , and rescue with a glimpse Divine From almost conquering clouds his fainting shine . As with us ( Madam ) so it fares with him , Without you shine all beames are sick and dim . Astrologers ( the Lanthorn-men o' th' year ) Shall henceforth tell , that from Diana cleer Sol borrowes light , not she from his pale Ray , Since you make both his and our ( Wedding ) Day . XIX . To his Rivall . IPrethee why , since Twins in Love we be , May not one Mistris serve both thee and me ? Since in the Worlds embroidered Canopy Ther 's but one Virgo for the Gemini ? XX. The Rivalls Answer . VVHilst both unmarried be there needs no strife ; One Mistris may serve two , but not one Wife . XXI . To Sir Iohn Falstaffe . THou think'st Sack makes men fat , faith't makes them leane If they drink much of 't , ' gainst the wall I mean. XXII . Vpon the Picture of my Nephew Mr. Iohn Man. THe Simulachre of the Queen of Love In which Apelles cunning hand did prove It abler skill , by adverse ●ates was crost , But Art , loath to have such a piece quite lost , Only th' intended sex of Feminine Have Metamorphos'd into Masculine , And though not Cypria , t is a Young man Whose fittest Epithet is Cyprian . XXIII . Of Sutes . TAylors are Liquids , Lawyers be no Mutes , Yet here they jump , they both do live by Sutes . XXIV . Epitaph , On ascolding Woman , Sub persona mariti . HEre lies my Wife interr'd ; oh how Good is't for her quiet , and mine too . XXV . The Golden Age. THe Golden Age , that gild such golden rimes , Was but a Prophecie of our now Times , Though somwhat antidated , or ( Sans doubt ) Now the great Yeer of Plato's wheel'd about . For this wherein Lawes Lives and all are sold Is , or the Golden Age , or th' Age of Gold. XXVI . To Kate common . IF like loves like , why should'st thou love the night And deeds of darknesse , since thou art so light ? XXVII . On the same . TO sell her selfe is her chiefe care , She is both her own shop and ware . XXVIII . On the same . PEacocks and Whores are neer ally'd , Since both their Tailes maintaine their Pride . XXIX . Occupations . T Is an hard Time say Tradesmen , if it so Continues , our Haire soon through our Caps will grow . But whosoever breakes , who ever thrives , Hoarse Lawyers will live , and sweet-tooth'd Midwives . Especially the last , for young and old Stir every stone , to make their trading hold . T'wish their gain more than Lawyers is no sin , They Jars , these wish agreement friends between ; They live by fallings out , these falling in . XXX . To an Antidated Cuckold . THou said'st ' cause War makes Men scarce , Women common , Thou would'st ne'r marry , lesse to som great woman . Nor have thy hand thy tongue and oath beguild , Thou 'st marry'd a great woman , ( t' wit ) with child . XXXI . Women strongest . VVHy should wee women th' weaker vessells call ? The vulgar Reason , we put them next the wall ? When I 've heard say one Ladies single hair Can draw more than of Oxen twenty pair ? And lesse it be in constancy we men Th' exceed in strength ; nay th' Devill himself , for when He showes his face he only makes ( weak fiend ) Our hair , these make our flesh to stand on end . XXXII . To Mal : Winter . VVOuld'st know why thy name's Winter ? ther 's reason for 't , Th' art like a Winters Day , durty and short . XXXIII . To curst Tib. ' CAuse her low Husbands breeches are so short , Long-shank't Tib raves , and beates the Taylor for 't ; Peace Tib , what need you care what weares the Else ? O , cry a mercy , you 'd weare them your selfe . XXXIV . To loan Tosse-pot AMongst couragious drinkers thou Dost surely bear the Bell. Though like a founder'd Jade thou look'st Yet thou draw'st passing well , XXXV . Campo-musae . SIlvan by wagging of a bough , Did becken me forth to see how The Spring ( the fair mother of Flowers ) Had given new coats to whistling Bowers . In this gay Palace of the Spring To hear May's harmlesse Syrens Sing . And teach Nimph Eccho aires , I spread My limbes upon a spicy bed Of sweet though ordinary flowers Perfum'd with West winds balmy showers , Here many a theam my fancy hit , Each object drew my thoughts to it ▪ I saw the Marygold ( Clytie pale ) Her beauty to the Sun unvaile , As if she hop'd he would be to her No longer coy , but came to woe her . I thought no Plant in all the Bower So like a woman as this Flower , ' Cause when she feels a litle heat She opes her leaves and wide doth spread . But she doth this whilst the Worlds eye Doth brave the East , and gild the skie ; When he descends into the maine And makes night shee shuts-close again . With that my Muse her Theam did vary , Knowing Women do the contrary . XXXVI . To my Lady Venetia Grey . MAdam , from whom vertue might copies take , And Nature learn more beauteous forms to make , Chide not my Muse , your humblest servant , when Even in your softer sex she spares not sin , Since this e're was and e're shall be her care To tax the crimes but yet the persons spare . XXXVII . To the same , on her Wedding day morning . GOod morrow to the Bride , who ( only ) can Show us the Day , Sol like a Servingman Attends her windowes , whilst she sits undrest He Westward seems , though newly ros●●●th ' East . XXXVIII . To my Poetique friend , I. S. DAphne is star-proof , fork'd bolts never , Her flourishing trunk could split or sever ; She having then secured thine head , What need'st thou foul tongues thunder dread ? XXXIX . To Poetaster . OF Admiration Ignorance is Sire , But I know thee , therefore I don't admire . XL. To fiery Face . TElling som pranks of thee ( plump Jack ) you blam'd Me , and desir'd , lest I should make ye asham'd , Your name to hide ; why fear'st thou that ( Jack ) tush , Thy face is shame-proof , Scarlet cannot blush . XLI . Too a covetous Puritan . A Crosse you dare not see , for you From that and neck-weed feare your due . XLII . To the same . CRosses you hate , and wish them banish'd hence , Reform your Purse first , cast away your pence . XLIII . To a Detractor . I Thank thee Aristarchus or stark Asse , For taking with a sowre Tobacco face My Lines , in Snuff , still spitting on each Letter , For this makes me review and make them better . XLIV . Past recovery . Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis ! VVHen sage Lycurgus , Sparta's Law inactor , Made mulcts for this and th' other Malefactor , No Penalty for Paricides he set , Thinking none would so foule a crime commit . So Aesculape the Physic Deitie Gave salves for every other Malady , But none for Loves sore , ' cause he thought indeed No Liver so corrupt was such a Plague to breed . XLV . Perfumed corruption . YOu that quaffe Amber , and with Musk-cats lie , Embalming your corrupt bodies 'fore you die ; Who rottennesse to make sweet by Perfumes think Lose coine and time to gain a dearer stink . FINIS .