Pierideses, OR THE muse's Mount.  
BY Hugh CROMPTON Gent.  
LONDON, Printed by J. G. for Charles Web, at the Golden Boars-head in Saint Paul's churchyard, 165●.   

To the Right Honourable, MARY, Duchess of Richmond and Lenox, &c.  
Illustrious Lady,  
IN these destructive Times, the Concomitants of Pride and Envy are swollen up to such Vehemency and vigour, that whereof wit should be cherished by Indulgency, it is even massacred with remorseless Tyranny, and turned out naked to the world's tuition. The strong Oaks of Apollo are fallen by the hand of Nature: and the tender aspiring Sprigs, (which were wont to shroud under them) are left like Ionas, without a Gourd, and have not the passive power left, which should carry them through the furious Hurricane which the evil spirit of this Age hath conjured up among us: wherefore I presume (and indeed my presumption is great) to appeal to your honour, as the only Sanctuary left me for refuge, not wholly doubting Your disdain (which I might justly fear, were not Your candour above my Merit.) I am no Parasite, I will not offend You with superfluous Oratory; Nor be a Sycophant to Your virtue. The world is well enough acquainted, and needs no pretended herald to proclaim You Prudent and Pious. May it but cohere with Your pleasure to aspect the endeavour of my Muse with a serene Eye, and You will superabundantly feli●citate him who is  
Your Honours Poor Servant, HUGH CROMPTON.   

TO THE READER.  
Reader,  
THe condition of our Fortunes many times unhasps our Resolutions. I had bound up my Muses in a bundle, intending them only for waste paper, the employments of my Profession increasing, and (as I thought) likely to continue upon ●e. But the succession of a worse fate having ●isimploy'd me, I resumed the Quill (that idle●ess might not sway) and for want of a better ●●bour in my ramble, gathered this salad from ●arnassus, and washed it in Helicon. But thou must find oil and Vinegar, and Sugar it with thy good conceit if thou pleasest. Errors thou shalt have many, it may please the better, since the time glories in them. Yet if thou pinch too hard, I have learned to cry Peccavi. Enter, and peradventure it will please, if not, the remedy is removed; for I have done, only subscribing myself  
Thine, as thou art Mine, HUGH CROMPTON.   

PIERIDES: OR, THE muses mount.  

I. Bacchus.  

COme jolly God Bacchus, and open thy ●●ore,  
Let the big-bellied G●apes of their burden be eased:  
Let thy liberality freely flow o'er,  
For 'tis by thy bounty that we are appeased.  
It is Sack that we lack,  
It is Sack that we crave;  
It is Sack that we fight for, and Sack we will have.   

2.  
Let pining Heraclitus drink of his Tear,  
And sniu'ling Timon lie sick in his cell;  
And let the course Bumpkin preach law in his beer,  
But 'tis Wine makes our fame and our glory to swell.  
It is Wine makes divine  
All our wits, and renowns  
The Peasant with sceptres, the Shepherd with Crowns.   

3.  
He that spends his money for honour, and climes  
In the trees of triumph, may sit there and pause;  
All he gets for his pains is the error of times,  
Nursed up by the panders of vulgar applause:  
But the gold that is sold  
For Canary, brings wit,  
And there is no honour compared to it.   

4.  
Some love to wear satin, and shine in their silk,  
Yet quickly their fashion will alter and vary;  
Sometime they'll eat mutton, sometime they'll drink milk:  
But I am for ever in tune for Canary.  
It is sack that doth make  
All our wants to be nothing,  
For we do esteem it both meat, drink, and clothing.   

5.  
A green goose serves Easter, with gooseberrys dressed;  
And July affords us a dish of green peason;  
A Collar of Brawn is New-years-tide Feast;  
But sack is for ever and ever in season:  
'Twill suffice all the wise  
Both at all times and places,  
It is a good friend to all tempers and cases.   

6.  
Then farewell Metheglin, thou dreg of the hives,  
And Cider, thou bastardly darling of Summer;  
You dull the quick blood that Canary revives:  
Then fill me a pottle of Sack in a rummer;  
For I'll drink till each chink  
Be full, and 'tis but reason;  
And then I shall have no room to harbour treason.    

II. The Power.  

1.  
Blessed Rosella, shall I praise thee?  
With wit's heraldry emblaze thee?  
Or with strong Encomiums raise thee?   

2.  
No, I need not; I should spoil thee,  
Rhymes and Raptures would defile thee,  
And of thy own light beguile thee.   

3.  
If the Muses I should muster,  
And of Wits bring the whole cluster.  
They could not unlock thy lustre.   

4.  
All the verge of my desire  
Is not to advance thee higher▪  
But thy virtues to admire.   

5.  
For thou'rt of such force and vigour,  
Thou canst make the mountains bigger,  
And restrain the lion's rigour.   

6.  
Start the Stoic from his station,  
Urge a dead man into passion;  
And alarm a drowsy nation.   

7.  
Make the Bull to break his bridle;  
And the ass would not be idle,  
Till he played upon the fiddle.   

8.  
Cause the Thief to break his halter;  
And the Saint his zeal to alter;  
Making thee to be his Psalter.   

9  
And now I wish that I could win thee,  
Or on my sleeve that I might pin thee,  
Or set my Standard up within thee.    

III. The Apprentice.  
TIme mend thy pace, thy sands but slowly run;  
Eight weeks seem longer than eight twelve months gone:  
Sure th' art asleep, thou dost not make such haste  
To help me as thou hast done in times past.  
Stayest thou to hear the Sirens whilst they sing?  
Or has the rust of age impaired thy wing?  
Have I affronted thee? did I declare  
Thy faults, and set them out in secular?  
Did I ere babble that the times were bad?  
Or did I grumble at the tricks you had?  
No, I have praised you, and was ever free  
To gloss you out with an apology.  
Why then this sloth? (dull Mower) can it be  
That with revenge you'll pay a courtesy?  
Now I've most need of Time, & ●●in would hug him,  
His forehead's grown so bald I cannot lug him.  
If thou art sick, then prithee wear a cap;  
For I am fearful thou hast got a clap,  
Thy loins are grown so stiff; and thou dost creep  
As though the primum mobile were asleep.  
I prithee rouse thy spirits, and let slip  
Some gentle gale on my apprenticeship.  
I see the haven, but if thou deprive  
Me of thine aid, I never shall arrive.  
But why should I petition to a soul  
Impenetrable, that will not condole  
The saddest sorrows; nor concede unto  
The strongest prayers, or the deepest Oh?  
He wait thy motion, be it slow or fast;  
I know thou canst not but conclude at last:  
And when thou'rt ended, I'll detest thee more▪  
Then ere I gave thee honour heretofore.  
Oh here's my grief, this smothers all my joy;  
〈◊〉 can but say I am a prentice-boy.  
I must be ready at each beck and call,  
And if I fail, my bones must pay for all.  
And this is long of thee (Time) wer● thou ended,  
Than all these misdemeanours would be mended.  
But I'll take courage, and make woes divine,  
With sacred Nectar and Falernian wine:  
For I have studied physic, and am sure  
I've no disaster but what wine will cure.   

IV. The Discharge.  

1.  
WEll, 'tis enough, I've charmed each thought  
That moved my fancy into crimes:  
My little wits I've largely bought,  
And now I'll vex no more at times.  
Let States run round,  
My muse is bound  
O'er to the peace, I will give o'er;  
I've said too much, I'll say no more.   

2.  
I have been punished for my sin,  
And now my state of life I'll change;  
Experience jogs me to begin  
A fixed frame, and cease to range.  
I'll be content  
With Parliament,  
With a Protector, or a King,  
With House of Lords, or any thing.   

3.  
Why should I strive? what's it to me,  
Whatever chance in State doth fall?  
No rotten M●●ler I will be,  
Since it avails no good at all.  
Heart, tongue and Hand  
Shall slily stand,  
Attending stories high or low,  
As henchboys to their Masters do.   

4.  
Let this man wear a sparkling Crown,  
And in his hand a sceptre hold;  
Let him take't up, or lay it down,  
It gains me neither dross nor gold:  
But if I grutch  
'Twill lose me much;  
And this resembles him that doubles  
His own industry for his troubles.   

5.  
Therefore my fancy does decline,  
And virginlike I'll stand demure;  
So shall I ease this heart of mine,  
And drink my sacred wine secure;  
And laugh at those  
That do oppose  
State-turns, and every change regard,  
Receiving ruin for reward.    

V. The Conceit.  

1.  
GIve me the bowl, the jolly bowl  
Filled to the brim with Claret:  
And since the Crown from th' head doth roll,  
Upon my nose I'll wear it,  
I'll wear it there, and 'tis no crime  
If I conceive myself sublime.   

2.  
I have a heart within my breast  
That no misfortune knows,  
And will not languish in the least,  
While Fancy comes and goes.  
No alteration me confines,  
While my poor Muse doth bro●ze the vines.   

3.  
I bu●then not my brains at all  
With parliamental matters;  
With who shall stand or who shall fall,  
Or shall be torn in tatters.  
I push out Ladies with my paw,  
For I have read the Salic Law.   

4.  
I am as great, perhaps as good  
As them that boldly slay  
The Root and Branch of noble blood,  
Princes & caetera.  
Each martyr's Ghost haunts them, we see,  
When there's no fate has power on me.   

5.  
Yet I adore the sacred Stream  
O'th' Bacchanalian vain.  
Whose pleasures yield a boundless theme:  
Then fill the bowl again.  
If this be vain, you must submit,  
Your glory's far more vain than it.    

VI. The Encomium.  

1.  
REach me a golden pen that writes  
Such curious Raptures as the Court affords;  
Such dainty Language as delights  
Ladies saluted by their sprightly Lords:  
Such as may paint the feature of Adonis,  
Or tell a blind man how serene the Sun is.   

2.  
Oh 'tis my dear, the subject now  
Wherein to sport my sporting Muse incites me;  
And 'tis the splendour of her brow;  
Whose fair reflexes on my Muse inlights me.  
Bright Star of Majesty, methinks I see  
The Gods and Angels strive to worship thee.   

3.  
So sweet a lip, so pure a cheek,  
Such graces seated in her crystal eye,  
As Paris might in Helen seek;  
Such food in Juno Jove did ne'er enjoy:  
Tongues must be silent, phrases are too light,  
Textor can teach us no such Epithet.   

4.  
Therefore I must content my passion,  
That now is grown so furious and so proud,  
Not with my pen, but speculation;  
And this must be too through some velvet cloud:  
For if I see her clear whom I adore,  
Her beams will blind me, I shall see no more.    

VII. Winifred.  
SHe is facetious, of a gentle nature,  
Well educated, of a seemly stature,  
Pleasant and lovely, full of witty knacks,  
〈◊〉 as all perfections, and there's none she lacks:  
She's young, she's old, she is both stale and new,  
She is a virgin and a woman too.  
She is religious; nay I'll tell you more,  
She is a Lady and she is a whore.   

VIII. Honesty.  

1.  
IN love's school I've lately entered,  
And have chose my nuptial mate;  
On her virtues I have ventured,  
Ere I counted her estate.   

2.  
I have seen her grace exceeding  
All the stroke of wanton girls:  
I prized her bounty and her breeding  
Richer than a thousand pearls.   

3.  
And such wealth will● ne'er be spent all,  
Her virtuous soul cannot decay:  
And where such beauty's ornamental,  
Who can turu their hearts away?   

5.  
And therefore my love I'll cherish,  
Till I make my bliss divine;  
And let me for ever perish  
When I cease from being thine.    

Ix.. The Farewell to the World.  

1.  
SInce the world doth deceive every one that doth● cleave▪  
To't, I now take my leave  
From the pleasures thereof, and begin to abhor it:  
And did you but know as much as I do,  
You'd say I had reason sufficiently for it.   

2.  
What's the best of the worth that the world doth set● forth▪  
From the South to the North?  
If you look but with reason upon it, it's rotten.  
Wherein shall I trust? when I'm laid in the dust,  
The flags of my glory will all be forgotten.   

3.  
What's the Prince in his Throne, or the Lord of the● town,  
Or the statesman in's gown?  
If the sound of their titles do only support 'em,  
Their fame will not last till ages are past;  
And the things they aspire at will surely come short home.   

4.  
What's the Courtier in plush, or his Mistress's blush,  
If she stands every push?  
〈◊〉 not worth the touch of a gentleman's lackey:  
If you stick to her close you may forfeit your nose;  
〈◊〉' has that in her panniers will presently wrack ye.   

5.  
What's the Mayor in his ruff, or the soldier in buff,  
And his ruffling stuff,  
If their powers do serve them but only to chat on?  
They are as gross as the Clown, that comes and sits down,  
While his amorous Mistress makes water with's hat on.   

6.  
What's the Nun in her nook, or the Clerk from his book,  
Or the Judges grim look,  
When the prisoners applaud him with Oh good my Lord Sir?  
Take him but from the Law, and he's not worth a straw;  
Bid him parse the Greek grammar, he knows not a word sir.   

7.  
What's the Miser in's dross, who is fearful of loss?  
All his hopes are but moss;  
And the zeal of his fashion is in his trunk-breeches:  
But the Scull in his boat, or the Fool in his coat,  
Hath a far larger portion of freedom and riches.   

8.  
'Tis the soul that doth shape his designs by the grap●  
Doth all sorrows escape,  
And is freed from the curses of danger and trouble●  
And I tell you no lie, such a soul I enjoy,  
And I find my good qualities daily redouble.    

X. The Puff.  

1.  
BE gone ye dull lights of the world with yo●● vapours,  
He's cursed that relies on your pitiful look;  
He's blessed that doth banish you out of his book:  
Your matter con●umes, and it dies like your tapour●●  
It moulders away like the drams of a day,  
And there's no man doth find it enough to conten● him;  
The best it will do is to cheat and prevent him:   

2.  
I neither will value your promise nor powers,  
I will not aspire at the uppermost throne:  
Give me but an Angel, take whose will the Crown●  
All goodness that thence doth accrue's's like the showers  
That fall in the springs, or the bird that now sings,  
And is hush: from her bush by a puff: if you measure▪  
You'll find there is more of distraction then pleasure●   

3.  
●●ere can be no merit nor object of honour  
More worthy than this, for a man to command  
His glasses as subjects, his pots as a land:  
He that can do this has all wealth, for he won her;  
And then he may scorn to be overborne  
By the trampling feet of the Court, or obey them;  
His freedom of mind doth out wit and o'ersway them.   

4.  
Do you but anoint me with unction of bottles,  
Then I will be King, and then I will be Prince;  
Then I will confute, and then I will convince,  
And teach you more knowledge than ten Aristotle's:  
And I will not fear then your almighty men,  
Whose terrible voices can shake the foundations  
Of great ones and small ones all over the nations.   

5.  
Then I and my people would jointly conspire,  
●e sway them by love, and they shall not ●efuse,  
●e cheer up my spirits and strengthen my Muse  
By the wholesome heat of Bacchus his fire;  
And I will not care how State matters shall go:  
'Tis not the great Soldan himself nor his asses  
Can prove the least title they have to our glasses▪   

6.  
He has but the genius of power to rule us.  
My Fancy's an Island that lives by the store  
Of its own native riches, and needeth no more.  
Why then should the Lord of the Ocean befool us?  
Let's drink a free health to our own Common● wealth;  
For I'll burn out this lump of my body to ashes,  
Before I'll be frighted by fools or their flashes.    

XI. The Ejection.  

1.  
NOw I have weaned my wits aside  
From Melancholy's dismal breast;  
And from thy conceited care my genius bids forbear,  
And will no more the dugs abide,  
That kept her soul unblessed  
Of nourishment and rest.   

2.  
I've sent sad thoughts to be exiled  
I'th' broker of oblivion's book:  
I vow I will give o'er, & range about no more,  
To seek for glory, pomp or gold.  
All time thus spent we spill,  
Insatiate souls to fill.   

3.  
World, I have tried thee, and I see  
The frailty of thy temper such,  
As secretly deludes each fancy that intrudes  
On that supposed good of thee.  
Far off you promise much,  
Yet crumble by each touch.   

4.  
Why then (dull fate) should I desire  
To wait upon thy wavering heels?  
I know thy wanton tricks, alas thou canst not fix  
More than the metal in the fire:  
Who, ere thy goodness feels,  
It slips away like eels.   

5.  
My aspiration at the Throne,  
My dartings at Nobility,  
My labour for the word of Worship, or my Lord,  
Shall fall into Oblivion.  
goodness is altered in mine eye,  
Worms take it, what care I.   

6.  
Place me but on the jovial joint  
Of Bacchus his fraternal crew,  
There we will govern point by point:  
we'll drink deep healths to you,  
And make no more ado.    

12. The Suit.  

AH me, Rosella! what dost mean?  
Must I wean  
From thee mine eyes away so quick?  
Can one glance  
Ere advance  
Future hopes, or a dance  
To remain in my breast? I am sick.   

2.  
I am deeply sick of love;  
Come, remove  
These mists away by thy bright face:  
You can cease  
(If you please)  
The rage of my diseases,  
'Tis your sweet presence doth it chase.   

3.  
Have you a heart to tear and rent  
My content?  
Is this the rhetoric of your zeal?  
Have you vowed  
To be proud?  
'Cause Nature you endowed  
With beauty both to kill and heal?  
Oh stay and do not leave the City:  
Heale me for love or else for pity.    

13. love's best object.  

1.  
SOme say, that they  
Will only love where beauty lies:  
But sure such lovers lose their way,  
And Cupid blinds their slippery eyes;  
Such gilded love  
Unfixt will prove,  
And various as the weather.  
For look when beauty doth decay,  
Than it and love will die together.   

2.  
Some say, that they  
To wealthy girls will only share  
Their hungry souls, but these (I say)  
Deceitful sons of Venue are:  
For the intent  
Of him that's bent  
Unto such base affection,  
Is rather riches to enjoy  
Then virtuous parts, or good complexion.   

3.  
Some say, that they  
Will only turn their wandering eyes,  
And straggling spirits to obey  
The Nymphs of Pallas, grave and wise.  
Such love as this  
Most noble is,  
And highly to be prised.  
But make not wit your only prey,  
If you by me will be advised.   

4.  
Some say that they  
At virtue's centre only shoot:  
And such as these might find the way  
To happiness, if they would do't.  
But yet (alas)  
Aside they pass,  
And misapply their prizes;  
For those that virtues be (they say)  
By trial prove but rotten vices.   

5.  
But now, I vow  
I'll tell you how it's best to love.  
Love ver●ue, wealth, wit, beauty too;  
And this will not unhappy prove:  
How bright and clear  
Shall she appear,  
To a judicious lover,  
Who in his apprehensions may,  
These (clearly) all in one discover?    

14. To our Mistresses.  

1.  
LAdies, expel your formal tricks,  
Whereby you wrong your longing nature;  
Strip ye yourselves, and scorn to mix  
Such masks and mysteries in the creature.  
Cog ye, and quibble, and do what ye ca●  
Ye are created for the use of man.   

2.  
Why do ye flinch, and bend your brows,  
When we demand if ye are willing  
To wait on Venus? each man knows  
Your fresh doth lust, and asks fulfilling.  
Fain, flatter, and do what ye can,  
Ye are created for the use of man.   

3.  
We know your natures, and desire,  
Which you conceal with modesty:  
We know the thing you most require,  
In soft pretences sweetly you deny.  
We know you labour all you can  
To sport, and dally, and embrace with man.   

4.  
Since then in man you so delight;  
Since he's the sum of your affection;  
Since 'tis for him your fancies fight,  
And make intestine insurrection,  
Cast by your coyest veils, and then  
Present your naked bodies unto men.   

5.  
Pine not away with inward fire,  
Waste not your beauty with pretence;  
Wrong not (with echoes) your desire,  
Nothing but sorrows spring from hence.  
Cast by your blankets once again,  
Present your persons unto naked men.    

15. An Epithalme.  

1.  
Go, go to bed, brook no delay,  
The Curfew. Saints-bell calls away,  
Let Mars with Venus freely play.   

2.  
Be gone, be gone, let modesty  
Not check your fancies, but enjoy  
These nuptial pleasures legally.   

3.  
Doll, draw the curtains, let the eyes  
Of day be dark, lest she surprise  
These (Dovelike) sporting Didymies.   

4.  
Let stupid Morpheus be exiled,  
Till (Arm in arm) you both compiled  
Have laid down earnest for a child.    

16. The Comparison.  
HAve you beheld the appletrees  
How they will moulder by degr  
In lukewarm Autumn, and how ba●e  
In winter time their bodies are?  
Then they are dead, but when the spr●  
Her plant-reviving bell shall ring,  
These withered trees begin again  
To dress themselves, and all the tra●●  
Of sapless suckets that were dead,  
With verdure will b'invelloped.  
So 'tis with my fair Rose, for she  
But now ('cause with frigidity  
She's touched) seemed dull and dead; but when  
Loves spring returns, she'll love again;  
So that the tender plant and tree  
With my blessed Roses love agree:  
Only they differ in the time,  
(Which makes her virtue more sublime)  
The trees receive reviving power  
But once a year, she every hour.   

17. Man.  

1.  
POor Man,  
Why boasts he thus?  
It is but for a span  
That he must tarry here with us.  
Can he his days recall? or can he rhene  
Times nimble Steeds, and call them back again   

2.  
He brags,  
And takes delight  
T' unfold the tattered flags  
Of his own virtues, in the sight  
Of every eye: but there is no reflection  
Of his own eyes to his own imperfection   

3.  
Within  
A calm of rest.  
Deceitful peace doth win  
The flexile bias of his breast,  
To dote on earth: but she disbands her power,  
And loses all her glory in an hour.   

4.  
A bre●th  
Produces Joy,  
Another, woes or death.  
Thus he twixt hope and fear doth lie,  
His sweets are mixed with, sowers, and his glory's  
As apt to vary as the child of Doris.   

5.  
he's crossed,  
Disturbed, and vexed;  
Hurried, enraged, and tossed  
By lousy Fortune, and perplexed,  
While he has life; and yet he loathes to hear  
●eaths doleful Bell man jangling at his ear:   

6.  
By life,  
(Which he adores,  
Which to preserve there is such strife;  
And for that end, in's flesh he stores  
Death's Antidotes) he is deceived (alas)  
often proves the greatest foe he has.   

7.  
he's lost,  
But tell me why:  
'Tis thus, because he'll boast  
Of Earth, and earth's felicity;  
His judgement's blinded, and he thinks amiss,  
Like prick-eared Midas. he is lost in this.   

8  
By death  
Good souls of glory  
Receive a joyful sheath;  
Yet talk of death, he hates the story:  
And what's the reason? why the reason's clear,  
'tis 'cause he dreams there is no heaven but here.    

18. On the renowned, Mary Villers, Duchess Richmond, &c. An acrostic.  

Most reverend Madam (in whose sacred breast  
All virtue dwells, and heaven's wealth doth rest)  
Receive these feeble raptures, which aspire  
Your worth t'imblazon, and your parts admire.   

Villers (thou darling of that light divine,  
In whom thy Maker and his grace doth shine)  
Long mayst thou live, long mayst thou reign in peace  
Long may thy virtues thrive & never cease.  
Early and late, may all the Saints attend thee;  
Rich robes of Glory may the Angels lend thee;  
(Sweet soul) and 'tis my prayer, Let God defen● thee▪    

19 The acrostic reduplicate.  

Might I but worship, and the idol free,  
Ah Madam, thou shouldst be my Deity.  
Religion, breeding, birth, renown and worth,  
Yea every ornament Villers holds forth.   

Vast is our theme, as though the Gods intended  
In thee the pride of nature should be mended.  
Love is thy lackey, Modesty thy Child,  
lewdness thy foe, and every vice exiled:  
eternal bliss is thy prepared prize.  
Rule thou as goddess in the earth's disguise,  
So shall my soul become thy sacrifice.    

20. The degrees of Bacchus.  
HEre I will closely stand to my devotion,  
And will not stir till we have drained the ocean.  
●●re I'll commence brave matters, and aspire  
〈◊〉 Bacchus' school, till I can climb no higher.  
●●awer attend me with a cheerful cheek,  
●nd do not let my liquour be to seek:  
●●r if thou dost, vile brat, (by Jove) I tell ye,  
〈◊〉 mortify thy bones into a jelly.  

The I. glass.  
●●ah, what is this? the biting of a flea  
●●nto a bear, a drop onto the sea.  
●●ull rogue, recrute my cup, fill up the pot,  
●●ep nothing void, nature admits it not.  
●st thou not heard it on Apollo's drum,  
●●atura non admittit vacuum?  
●pply, supply me with another quick;  
●his is devoured even at a lick.   

2.  
●gain, again recrute, and do not smother  
〈◊〉 good beginning: help me with another;   

3.  
●nd yet another, with a nimble hand.  
●uick, be obedient unto my command.   

4.  
●hese are but empty Prologues, you shall find  
●here is a Scene of honour lies behind.   

5.  
All this is nothing to a dusty brain.  
Rehearse thy duty, fill the glass again.   

6.  
So, now I taste its nature, but (alas)  
All this is nothing, fill the other glass.   

7.  
This whets the appetite, methinks I find  
Room for a volley coming yet behind.   

8.  
Now I could smile, and in a cheerful tone  
Sing out the praises of my sack alone.   

9  
So, stay a little, and anon you'll see  
Which is the strongest, or my wits, or thee  
My brave Canary. No excess will grow  
On either side. Cork-like, my wits they flow  
Upon this liquour; and as that ascends,  
So thrives my wit, and to the world extends.   

10.  
Brave Wine I vow, a Cordial to my heart:  
Now I commence a bachelor of Art.   

11.  
Now I am Master and a Doctor too;  
Law, physic and Divinity I'll show  
All in a volume. Here's the liquored Letter;  
And being liquored it will work the better.  
Here's Art refined, sweet music I have found;  
My head strikes up, and all my brains dance roun●  
Here's Grammars Key, now I have undertook  
●peak all tongues without a Construing book.  
●gick and rhetoric here recorded are;  
●e's every thing that's pleasant and that's rare.   

13.  
〈◊〉 that Apollo was but here to see  
〈◊〉 harmony betwixt my cups and me!  
〈◊〉 that proud Hercules stood here before me!  
〈◊〉 make him kneel, and tremblingly adore me.  
●●ould he not shiver to behold me stand  
●●th a full glass of Nectar in my hand;  
〈◊〉 with a hand full and a head full too?  
●●d run away, and glad he scaped so.  
●●st noble drink, how are my thoughts unsnared?  
〈◊〉 thinks I am a man of great regard.  
●●w I conjecture that the world is mine;  
●●ugh to see adversity repine,  
●●cause I flourish. Both the Turk and Pope  
●●nd bare to me, bo●● pleading (with small hope)  
●●r a poor pension. O beloved Sack,  
●●ving but thee, I've all, and do not lack.  
●●ere's wealth and riches, and here's beauty bright,  
●●ere's virtue and her Ladies of delight.  
●●ere is the hand of Midas, (and that's much)  
●●hich turneth all to gold that it doth touch.  
●●ere is the pride of men, this makes small odds  
●●etwixt our privileges and the gods.  
●●hen welcome Sack (brave Sack) with all my heart;  
●●ith thee I'll live and die, and never part.  
●●ow to the stars I go, and in my pride,  
●●ecome a Deity bestellifi●d,  
With glittering Nymphs (Diana-like) that be  
Set there on purpose to embellish me.  
From Pole to Pole my fancy flies, to clear  
All insurrections that are gathered there:  
I dispossess bold Boreas, and assuage  
The stubborn sallies of his turdy rage.  
Clearing the air of gloomy clouds, and then  
I'll kick down Persens from his seat again;  
And take the sloven that Lucina bears,  
And pull him from his Mistress by the ears.  
And being mounted on her crystal breast,  
There will I sip my solace and my rest.  
In her sweet bed of spices will I play  
From day till night, and then from night till day.  
Though Venus frown I care not, for I lack  
No heart to daunt a foe, when filled with Sack.  
There do I triumph in my glory, for  
I need not bow to each competitor.  
But laugh to see how sadly they repine,  
And cannot climb unto such fate as mine.  
There do I smile to see our Zealots creep  
In clods of earth, half 'wake, and half asleep,  
Like crawling Tortoises; while I arise  
Mounting aloft (like Eagles in the skies:)  
Then welcome Sack, the only wings that carry  
A soul into Elysium, is Canary.    

21. Her Continence.  
'tIs not the force o'th' golden shower,  
That once so bounteously did pour  
●nto Dana●'s lap, that can  
Make my chaste Rose a Courtesan  
●o Jupiter; she will not stay  
●er motion (like Atalanta)  
●or th' golden Apples that are flung  
●rom th' Wardrobe of a flattering tongue.  
●o, y' are mistaken, she is none  
●f that slight metal. she'll not own  
●mooth Sycophanters; neither will  
●he slumber carelessly, until  
Great Jove the thunderer shall descend,  
● There being no one to defend  
●er from the furies of such fate,)  
And as she sleeps, divirginate  
the tender girl, as once (you know)  
●e did unto fair C●listo:  
●nd then (t' augment her first despair)  
●ransforms the Wench into a Bear.  
Nor is she like night's queen, that stepped  
And kissed Endymion as he slept:  
●eaving her dear Apollo bright,  
●hat ●till reguilds her horns with light:  
And leaves her own Celestial mirth  
For the dull plea●ures on the earth.  
No, no, my Rose will never move  
The steady bias of her love  
Like wavering Goddesses: 'tis she  
Exceeds them all in constancy.  
And for thy sake my constant Rose,  
The crossest wind that ever blows  
Shall not untwist that firm decree  
That Heaven sealed twixt thee and me.  
If wealthy Juno should present  
Herself with all th' Emolument  
That ere she had, I should refuse  
Her riches, and take thee to choose.  
If solid C●res should adorn  
My granaries with heaps of ●orn,  
Upon condition, that soon after  
I'd wed myself unto her daughter;  
I'd heed her not: if Pallas should  
A Cabinet to me unfold  
Of all her gems, I'd not dismount  
My love from Rose on this account.  
In Rose there's Juno, Pallas too,  
And there'sa's Venus fair and true;  
Mistake me not, Rose is not base,  
she's not in act there, but in face.  
Therefore (dear Rose) what ere betide us,  
It shall but wound us, not divide us.   

22. The Soliloquy.  

I Have no riches, neither know  
I where the Mines of Silver grow;  
The golden age I cannot find,  
Yet there is plenty in my mind.  
'Tis wealth I crave, 'tis wealth that I require;  
Yet there's no wealth to fill my vain desire;  
Nor hopes thereof to still my craving lyre.   

2.  
What shall I do in such a case?  
I am accounted mean and base.  
Both friends and strangers frown on me,  
● Cause I am gauled with poverty.  
Well, let them frown, yet I will not lament,  
Nor value them, though fortune has not lent  
To me her blessings, yet 1 have content!   

3.  
Alas poor plant of low esteem,  
How base of thee the world doth deem?  
●'me but an object, could my name  
But once procure the wings of fame;  
Then like Apollo, glittering in the skies  
I'd ride triumphant, and I'd tympanise,  
Daring the apples of all human eyes.   

4.  
Ay, but I am not so sublime  
In parts and merits, as to climb  
Into the high terrestrial story  
Of ●ame, triumph, renown, and glory:  
Yet my content shall vanquish my disease.  
Perhaps if I should climb such stairs as these,  
(Like Icarus) I might salute the Seas.   

5.  
For glory has but waxen wings;  
It's like the voice of one that sings  
A pricksong ditty, now he yauls  
With mounted voice, and then he falls:  
So falls our fame, for censure will exile it,  
And ill looked Envy quickly discompile it:  
The least disaster may at last defile it.   

6.  
I but poor warm, diseases pierce  
The thin and slender universe  
Of my poor flesh, weak flesh, yet I  
Can find no help nor remedy;  
But yet I care not, there's a healthful wind.  
Survey Philosophy, and you shall find,  
Sick flesh it better than a sickly mind.   

7.  
Then farewell care for carnal wealth,  
For worldly fame, and fleshly health:  
I'll use no Doctor, while I find  
A wholesome temper in my mind.  
I will not grieve, no fate shall make me vary▪  
Both cross and loss shall be no adversary,  
I'll wash down all with glasses of Canary.    

23. The lover's form.  
LAdy behold, a bruise that lies within  
The folded carpet of our skin,  
Will at the length be clearly found  
To work itself into a wound  
That's visible, and will be seen  
Unto the eye both fresh and green:  
Or like the ember-sparks that lie  
Raked up in tenebrosity,  
Which by degrees become a flame:  
Even such is Love; and mine's the same  
To you fair Madam: Therefore know,  
That as these sparks of Love do grow  
Within my breast, I must discover  
Myself to be your faithful lover.  
Nor do I speak with feigned tongue,  
Projecting at your smallest wrong.  
For my intention's sound and true;  
(Lady) I' me deep in love with you.  
Your virtues and your beauty joined,  
Have kindled love up in my mind:  
And such a flame that I am sure  
there's none beside yourself can cure.  
Therefore (sweet Mistress) do you please  
By loving me again to ease  
My wounded heart, which must be yours  
While I am mine, or life endures.   

24. To my friends R. A. I. an Epithalme.  
BEloved Couple may the Gods  
So rectify you, that no odds  
May e'er distermine or divide  
The Gordian knot which ye have tied.  
Let earnest frownings ne'er unfashion  
Your calm content, nor raise your passion.  
May all your acts and postures be  
Of Cupid's brave Artillery:  
And may the greatest of your strife  
(While you shall breathe the breath of life)  
No greater be, but that a cup  
Of kissing lips may take it up.  
Long may you live, long may you be  
The darlings of felicity.  
With health and wealth may fate salute ye,  
As well as nature did with beauty.   

25. Another.  
BRight stars of beauty, and more bright  
In every virtue. Since your light  
Is joined and mingled, I will pray  
To Jove and Juno that there may  
Be no eclipse, nor breach of love  
To hide your glories, or to move  
Your peaceful bosom. whilst you be  
By Heaven allowed this unity.  
O 'tis my wish, and my desire,  
That every action should conspire,  
And every power may comply  
Even for your tranquillity.  
Thus may you thrive, till ye inherit  
The livelihood your virtue's merit.   

26. To Zoilus.  

1.  
WHen I remember what mine eyes have seen,  
And what mine ears have heard,  
Concerning Muses too too young and green;  
And how they have been jeered:  
T' expose my own I am afeared.   

2.  
And yet this fear decreases, when I call  
To my tempestuous mind,  
How the strong loins of Phoebus' children all,  
Have fallen by censures wind:  
And in their road what rocks they find:   

3.  
But then fresh thoughts my breast surprising, lend  
More stripes of Eglantine:  
For if with strongest Muses they contend,  
And at such wits repine;  
Much more they'll strike at mine.   

4.  
When snotty Zoilus his detested breed  
Shall their dull fingers lay  
Upon my volumes, and begin to read  
Th' included lines, he'll say  
I am but Bacchus' boy.   

5.  
And what renowned rhymes can be expected  
From him that's sopped in juice  
Of guzzling Aristippus, and infected  
With liquour too profuse?  
His wits are drowned in's cruse.   

6.  
Thus by my person he'll my Poems measure,  
'Cause I am young and poor;  
(And who can hindered if it be his pleasure?)  
He'll say my wit's no more▪  
And I his lash must feel therefore.   

7.  
Well, what of this, though in his furious rage,  
With belching words he says  
I am a child, a child and under age,  
Ith' none age of my days?  
This adds the more unto my praise.   

8.  
But now to you, the lamps of human wit,  
And pillars of discretion;  
That on the vertex of Parnassus fit,  
Retaining full possession  
Of prudence, far beyond expression:   

9  
You that can please Maecenas, if you please;  
And daily drink your fills  
Of wit, by courting the Pierides,  
Which do invite your quills  
To move, as water turns the mills:   

10.  
If you but please to cast your eyes upon  
The offsprings of my brain,  
With censure soft; and see what I have done  
With love, and not disdain:  
I have enough of joyful gain.   

11.  
And for reward, this promise I will give,  
If ye will but incline  
To tread within the limits where I live,  
(Though all at me repine)  
You shall be served with noble wine.   

12.  
The which I'll boast of to transcend the drinks  
Wherein the God's delight:  
Here's genuine Nectar, that's defiled and stinks.  
O here's a lovely golden bright;  
A taste that charms the appetite:   

13  
What though my drowsy Muse is too too dull,  
Wanting some grains of weight?  
Yet Pipes they flow, and Hogsheads they are full  
Of liquour pure and right,  
To which I do you all invite.   

14.  
Excluding Zoilus, and his crazy crew  
● hat fancied to contest  
With Vulcan's honest servant, 'cause there grew  
No window in his breast.  
Let them drink Ale and be unblessed.    

27. The way to woo.  

1.  
HE that would love, and gladly win  
Th' objected scope of his affections;  
Then let him not conceive 'tis sin  
T' attempt the mark by my directions.   

2.  
The God of love (you know) is blind,  
Therefore cannot impartial be;  
The eye's the window of the mind:  
And who can p●ize right if not see?   

3.  
Since than love's partial, and admits  
No solid censure in the theme;  
Lovers (like Apes) must shape their wits  
To turn the blewest milk to cream.   

4.  
Nor must they want those noble skills  
Of Sophistry, whereby to wind  
Their waxen words to match the wills,  
Not of their own, but Lady's mind.   

5.  
〈◊〉 ne'er so fond thy mistress be,  
●ill be thou sure t' administer:  
●hough she is pleased with foolery,  
●y thou its wisdom, and assist her.   

6.  
〈◊〉 she is proud, then praise her beauty,  
●nd say thou fanciest her attire;  
●onfess a world of needless duty;  
the laws of Love support a liar.   

7.  
●et all the thundering echoes slip  
Though she●s the offspring of disgrace)  
●●hrough th' easy crannies of thy lip,  
●er ●eign'd sormosity to blaze.   

8.  
●f she is wealthy, then adore  
● Her now and then with gifts of cost;  
●or if she finds thy present poor,  
●he'l sl●ght thee, and thy labour's lost:   

9  
And who so foolish to deny  
●o set such costly baits as may  
●ake fishes, whose validity  
Will o'er and o'er his cost repay?   

10.  
Great Jove must not presume to see  
●Dana●'s beauty, nor unfold  
Her lap, till in her bosom he  
Hurls down a shower of gold.   

11.  
If she be fair, then use to kiss  
Her lips (those gates of Paradise;)  
Embrace her oft, remembering this,  
Venus delights in veneries.   

12.  
When e'er she's pleased to smile, although  
It's at conceit, yet represent her;  
And when she talks, do thou talk too:  
Be thou to her as th' shade to th' centre.   

13.  
Of stubbornness thou must be clear▪  
That thou mayst flee at her request:  
Stand not at terms, although it were  
T'atchieve some plot thou dost detest.   

14.  
Only resist her still in this,  
When she persuades thee not to love;  
And look thou do it with a kiss,  
Affirming thou wilt never move,   

15.  
Think nothing scorn that she desires;  
For Hercules (have you not heard  
The tale?) so glowed in Cupid's fires,  
That for his Dear he'd spin and card.   

16.  
If then the God of vigour (who  
Dislimbed the Arcadian Boar,  
And slew the Snakes of Juno too  
That were designed his sides to gore;)   

17.  
●oopt so submissively, and bent  
●imself so vile a slave to be:  
●oop thou also, and be content;  
●or if thou lov'st it suits with thee.   

18.  
●●st as the Steel doth turn unto  
the face of the magnetic power;  
●ven in your actions so must you  
●cline unto your Paramour.   

19  
〈◊〉 rhyming fancies rule her brains,  
●ccustom thou thyself to sing  
●asonian and soft Phrygian strains,  
Well mounted on the Cyprian wing.   

20.  
Make this thy labour, and aspire  
●or stuff that may augment the flame;  
And soon you'll set that breast on fire  
Whereto your love-sick arrows aim.   

21.  
the foes of Love are stubborn words,  
●ad lowering eyes, and lips that pout:  
These cut more sharp than sharpest swords,  
And put your Ladies unto rout.    

28. Tailors.  

1.  
Tailors and woodcocks both agree,  
(But not in point of skills)  
For both of them (we plainly see)  
Do live by their long bills.   

2.  
The tailor's scrub, the Wood cocks fly;  
So both be quick and nimble:  
The Wood cock trusts unto his eye;  
The tailor to his thimble.    

29. Wisdom.  
THou matchless darling of the heavenly race,  
Minerva decked and adorned with grace  
And sacred beauty: thou that wilt not be  
Devirginated by the proudest he  
That e'er assayed with vigour or with tears:  
I have consumed the morning of my years  
In wooing thee, yet am as far to win  
Thy sacred love, as when I did begin.  
I cleaved the waters like a true Meander;  
I sought thee here, and did pursue thee yonder;  
Like poor Alphaeus I have followed thee,  
But Arethusa thou hast proved to me.  
I cannot gain thee, neither can I rest  
●●ll thou residest in my longing breast.  
●ow shall I win thee? how shall I obtain thee?  
●hou glorious prize, what shall I do to gain thee?  
●hou happy object, thou wilt not be sold  
●or sums of silver, or for heaps of gold.  
the Indian Gems, or Neptune's Corals be  
●f no esteem, of no validity  
●o win this Paragon. 'Tis only Jove  
●hat keeps her seated in his tower above,  
●hat can procure her me; therefore I'll pray  
●ato the King of Heaven, that I may  
●e wise: Thou mover of Celestial motion,  
Attend to my petition and devotion:  
Thee I appeal to, under whose protection  
Remains the Mistress of my best affection.  
● am in love, the object is thy daughter:  
●ong have I wooed, and longer have I sought her;  
●ong have I wished, and laboured to obtain her;  
But my ignoble person cannot gain her.  
Do thou therefore be pleased to infuse  
My breast with her; do thou assist my Muse  
With heavenly wisdom; for she'll never be  
Attained for me, if not infused by thee.   

30. The Mind.  
WHose mind shall I decipher? whose intent  
Shall I now shadow out, or represent?  
My own I cannot▪ And I think 'tis vain  
To tell another's in a Doric strain  
Of my invention. Minds are so unstable,  
That we may title them incomparable.  
No art can shape them, they're so temporary,  
That e'er a thought can reach them they will va●●  
Strange things they be; and who so e'er intends  
To tell a mind, what e'er it comprehends  
Must also treat of. And this theme's too ample  
To be expounded, or admit example:  
Both Earth and Heaven, Hell, Faith, Hope, and 〈◊〉  
Yea, every creature is contained therein.  
Have you e'e noted a prodigious cloud  
In apparition; like a man? endowed  
With manly members? and the same appear  
In the next moment, like a shagged bear;  
Then (Moved by Aeol●●) anon she shapes  
Her sable vapour to some Jack an apes.  
This shows the mind in part, but (pray observe)  
This Cloud in Lands kips Zeuxes well might carv●  
But the deformed centaurs that abide  
Within the mind, cannot be typ●fi●d.  
Suppose Ap●lles brings his pencils out,  
Prepares his sundry paints, and goes about  
T' attempt the thing, he'll come as far behind,  
As though he were to Manacle the wind.  
Alas, Man knows it not: and who can paint  
A shadow of the thing he's ignorant?  
Surely these knowing times and you scarce find  
A man that rightly knoweth his own mind.   

31. The Interruption.  
CAn I not wanton once a day  
In her dark night-enlightening ray,  
〈◊〉 the pale foes of Love must be  
●●par'd to bark and bite at me?  
●●n we not spend an hour or two  
●hen we have nothing else to do)  
〈◊〉 amorous actions, bobs, and chocks,  
●nd twisting fingers in our locks,  
●●nerian glances, smiles and kisses,  
●nd such true harmless mirth as this is:  
●●t on a sudden, there must be  
●●e clownish boars of enmity  
●nt to di●termine and divide us,  
●●nd be as rough as though th' had spied us  
●ike Zimri and his mate) compact,  
●nd joined in some uncivil act?  
〈◊〉 these are clowns, and ru●tick fools,  
●hat ne'er were taught loves golden rules:  
●nd like the Dog that will not eat,  
●or let the Ox lick up the meat.  
●hou God of Love, where e'er thou art,  
●rom these defend us with thy dart;  
●●nd thou thy bow, and use thy charms,  
While I am rampant in her arms.   

32. The Requital.  
ANd why did Rose incur such trouble,  
As to reciprocate (this bubble)  
A ring to him, who only sent  
To her the vulgar compliment  
That Lovers to their Ladies send,  
Or that which friend may do to friend?  
Nor did I lard it with such words  
As wanton feigned love affords.  
It was no god of steel, entombed  
With golden phrases; nor presumed  
With powdered oaths: The Herald knows  
'T was only thus, My love to Rose.  
And now my Rose upon this score,  
Returns a Ring; what need I more?  
Ay but alas, I cannot flatter,  
Her love I value more than th' matter  
Expressing it; though she presented  
Me with this Ring, I'm not contented  
So much as though her lips should move  
Thus, pray salute him with my Love.  
Ay, here's a token, if bu● true,  
What pleasure might from hence accrue?  
This is a wealth would please me more  
Than all the gold o'th' Indian shore:  
I weigh not gold, when I remember  
That glowing spark, that secret ember,  
That true Idalea● coal that burns  
Rose's breast, and freely turns  
〈◊〉 me (its Magnet;) this is joy,  
●e sum of my felicity.  
●herefore sweet Herald, use to bring  
●ve Letters rather than a Ring;  
●●ough love by tokens is expressed,  
●et of all tokens love's the best.   

33. The Dream.  

1.  
LAst night my senses being locked,  
Food Briz● came and boldly knock●  
Against my fancy gate:  
●nd in her wanton arms she brought  
As with a strong desire I thought)  
The Empress of my fate.   

2.  
●ho blu●hing stood before my face  
〈◊〉 As t●were expecting my embrace)  
Her bosom being naked:  
●hen panic fear, and pleasant hope  
At once into my spirits crope,  
And moved me till I quaked▪   

3.  
〈◊〉 moved this query in my breast;  
〈◊〉 Rose in earnest or in jest?  
The Jury proved it she.  
●hen I with furious faith begun  
Towards this glorious prize to run;  
But reason bridled me.   

4.  
Stay, stay, (she said) there is no reason  
Thou shouldst fall on, for it is treason;  
Therefore bold youth return:  
But love, which reason doth exceed,  
Nay stronger than myself indeed,  
So furiously did burn   

5.  
Within the chimney of my breast,  
That I was quite bereft of rest,  
Till in my arms I felt her;  
Then with a vigorous haste I rush  
Upon the girl (who wept and blushed)  
Thinking t' have purchased shelter.   

6.  
But when I came into the station  
(With equity pray poise my passion)  
Where she appeared to me,  
I found a stock which neither moved  
Its bulk, nor breathed; alas it proved  
Her shape, it was not she,    

34. The Change.  
I Once thought solace had been bound to serve  
My will for ever, 'cause she used to carve  
Such mellow morcels to my sense, when I  
●●t at the table of mine infancy.  
●hen first I entered on this mortal stage,  
●●halleng'd peace and pleasure as my page;  
〈◊〉 heart swom light, cleaving the glorious seas  
〈◊〉 consolation, bliss, content and ease,  
●ith such fair gales, that I thought common pleasure  
●as mine successively, my father's treasure  
●hich he transferred to me▪ but now I find  
●is as apt to vary as the wind.  
●hen I was lulled in the indulgent arms  
●f my dear nurse, and tickled by her charms,  
●new no doubt, nor did I fear the danger  
●f future chance; bad fortune was a stranger  
●nto my sense; I little thought to see  
the dismal furies now tormenting me.  
●●te promised fairly, when she used to bring  
●ach hour a mess to me well relishing.  
●ut now her bounty is so poor and slender,  
●hat I can guess her but a mere pretender.  
●ut let her do her worst. now I assure ye,  
●weet Sack hath set me up above her fury.   

35. The Mistake.  
●TWas long of Midas who inspired  
Me with partiality, and injured  
My clearer judgement, else I had  
●ot made loves Archery so bad;  
Again to me my darts did glide▪  
Too too sublimely, and too wide.  
I leveled with mine eyesight aim  
Toward the centre of a Dame,  
Whom fortune had with dowries blessed,  
And sanctity itself expressed;  
Whom nature's seal had signed pretty,  
And noble practice proved her witty.  
All these I aimed at, and I thought  
To have ensnared them, and have caught  
Them for my prey; but she denied,  
And when I shot she slipped aside;  
When I said I, she answered no,  
And would not bend unto my bow:  
When e'er I urged her to explain  
Her mind, she pinched me with disdain.  
No smiles, but frownings waited on  
Her sharp responses, whereupon  
I did commence to ruminate,  
If these were not the signs of hate.  
And in my search I proved these  
To be the true Antipodes  
To my intent: then did I pause  
Upon this hate-producing cause  
In this fair object. But the quest  
Of reason sitting in my breast,  
Did soon convince my faith of this,  
That my love-darts were shot amiss.  
Herein (said they) your folly lies:  
You aimed at her, and she was wise;  
Therefore in vain your darts incline,  
●rudence with folly will not join.   

36. The Encomium.  
MY mind has moved me oft to praise  
Rosella's beauty, but her rays  
Recalled my Muses, and enjoined  
My well and ill prepared mind  
●o curb these praises, ere they sprung  
●rom my soft quill, or softer tongue.  
for reason (not the prop alone,  
But Basis wisdom stands upon)  
Hath reinformed me that she lacked  
No verbal or external act  
●o patch her cheeks with, or repair  
The tresses of her golden hair.  
Where all the fuel is on fire,  
There needs no breath to raise it higher.  
A stomach filled with dainty meats  
Digests not what it after eats.  
Then pardon (Rose) my silent quill,  
Which fancies not to superfill  
Your theme with praises, which you neither  
Desire, wi●h, want or fancy either.  
●le not describe thy crimson blush;  
Jove's purest Nectar needs no bush:  
But I will praise the courser sort  
That need it, and will thank me for't.   

37. Three Friends.  

1.  
THeer certain friends (whom fortune did exp●  
To many harms and dangers,  
And circumvented with a world of foes;  
Some neighbours, others strangers,)   

2.  
Well blessed with vigour, and prepared with arms,  
And stead fastly conjoined  
With resolution to oppose all harms,  
With one entire mind.   

3.  
(Their minds thus melted into one) they went  
With fury, to resist  
Each stop that stood their projects to prevent,  
And each Antagonist.   

4.  
Nor did success prove poorer unto these,  
than't was fore-doomed to do:  
For many a one they shackled by degrees,  
And many a one they slew.   

5.  
Nor did their thirsty swords forbear to spill  
The vitals of their foes;  
Nor sheathe their bloody jaws in scabbards, till  
There was no more t' oppose.   

6.  
Now all is won, and every prize their own,  
The trine is sweetly blessed  
All the extinsick trouble being gone)  
With native peace and rest▪   

7.  
●ut pride (the darling of good fortune) sprung  
(Armed with desire of strife)  
●hese glorious Champions, and these friends among;  
And spoiled their friendly life.   

8.  
Nor would it vanish, till it had untwisted  
The knots once love had tied;  
And now each friend his bosom-friend resisted,  
till they were all destroyed.   

The Moral.  
THese trusty friends three Nations were, well known  
To be subordinate to a single Crown;  
And while they loved, the world could not outvie them;  
But their intestine hate did soon destroy them.  
Intrinsic strife, and home bred contradiction,  
Are the next rode to ruin and affliction.    

38 The Apology.  
DOst thou admire to see my rhimes,  
Accost thine eyes so oftentimes?  
Pray tell me, can the tender lambs  
Forget to bleat unto their dams?  
Or can the babe refrain its tongue  
To wag to her from whence it sprung?  
Can it withhold its childish strife  
From her that did endow't with life?  
No, no, it cannot; neither will  
My muse be silent, nor my quill  
Refrain its chattering unto you,  
From whom my muse's breath accrue.  
Had your refulgent rays ne'er shone  
(With instigative power) upon  
My dull Urania, she had been  
Unknown, unskilful, and unseen.  
Oft your own lustre did inspire  
Me with an active power, and then  
(Like souls) shall I not turn again  
To my Creator? mark the flame,  
Ascends not it from whence it came?  
No wonder then if you behold  
My Muses oft to be so bold  
To buzz beneath your eye-beams, seeing  
You are the author of their being.   

39 The Encouragement.  

1.  
WHat power affronts our zeal, or who shal● stand  
As a sad Gnomon twixt thyself & me?  
Art thou not mine? and dost thou not command  
●e at thy pleasure by authority?  
Since than our hearts are linked, who shall prevent  
Or break the tenets of our true intent?   

2.  
●e thou but loyal, and it is no matter  
●hough I be carbonadoed for thy sake;  
●hough our beleaguerers many a time shall b●tter  
●hat crystal Tower of thine, yet they shall take  
No inward prize, nor twixt us interpose;  
Be but our hearts true, and we'll fear no foes.   

3.  
●e not too much dejected, though th' art forced  
To wait and linger for loves full repast.  
The more our stomachs long, the more they fast,  
The dearer will our dainties be at last.  
The longer a hot fever in thee burns,  
The sweeter is thy health when it returns.   

4.  
Then banish doubtings of division, from  
The promontories of thy silver breast,  
(Those fair balconies of Elysium,  
Where Heaven's Nectar and Ambrosia rest)  
Each crabbed Guerdion, by his purest arts,  
Shall but divide our bodies, not our hearts.    

40. The request to walk.  
SOl has prepared every grove,  
Fit mansions for retired love.  
Come let us walk therein, and see  
Which shine the brightest, they or thee.  
Come, come, there is no secret spy,  
No bastard of Antipathy  
To Cupid's Cordials, that may leer  
Among the whistling trees, to hear  
Our soft discourses, and there is  
None to upbraid us when we kiss.  
The feathered train will gladly sing,  
And in their order they will bring  
Fresh warbling Sonnets, and advance  
Their mellow music, while we dance  
To their serene and sprightly charms,  
With hand in hand, and arms in arms.  
Speak then, where shall we dance a round?  
On Sylvan's floor, or Ceres' ground?  
Or with Priapus shall we play?  
Speak now, and choose the best you may.  

The Answer.  
THe thorny backed and rough Sylvanus  
Shall not refresh nor entertain us:  
Nor withered Ceres, 'cause the plow  
Has made long furrows on her brow:  
But 'tis Priapus I desire;  
There we will play until we tire.    

41. The self-che●k.  
MY chaster Muses freely are inclined,  
To wish thee to be wary:  
Lest by temptation, thou shouldst be enjoined  
(Like Cloris) to miscarry.  
But pardon me, I doubt not in the least.  
Because you would not fall at my request.   

42. The advice.  

1.  
I Am big-bellied with desire  
To court thine ears with admonition,  
Left thou art melted by the fire  
Of such as unto thee petition   

2.  
To crop thy Virgin blooms, and then  
Will leave the branches bare and base:  
Of such licentious greedy men  
As leave poor Ladies in disgrace;   

3.  
Who (Jason-like) will never spare  
To spoil the cask, so they can get  
What Jewels it includeth rare;  
Even for the Gem spoil th' Cabinet.   

4.  
Attend not to Mercurian lips,  
Gay raiment, or Atalanta's balls,  
If once thy foot in public slip,  
Thousands will lurk to give thee falls.   

5.  
And this sage counsel I bequeathe  
You for your good, because I see,  
By the enticement of a breath,  
You fell so gently down for me.    

43 The Blush.  
WEll may she sigh and blush to see  
My love-dried cheeks how pale they be.  
For her light love, and lean reward  
Of my affection, leans so hard  
Upon my vitals, that it strains  
The crimson tincture from my veins,  
And leaves my cheeks to be the right  
Type of the Lady of the night.  
But stay fond Muses, sure you err,  
She wrongs not you, but you wrong her.  
For if the slender Love that freezed  
In torid Zone of her, had squeezed  
The tincture from my cheeks, sure than  
She would have gilded those again,  
By the continual blush and blaze  
That darts (like Paean) from her rays.  
Her tongue's the mintage, I the coin;  
And as she speaks, this heart of mine  
〈◊〉 formed, as the signets be  
To wax, so are thy words to me:  
●f then her words can wrest my nature,  
Her blush may burnish my dull feature.  
〈◊〉, but the weakness of her love  
Doth still persuade her to remove,  
And veil her cheeks: so that the cause  
Which from my face the tincture draws,  
Doth also hinder and debar  
My pined visage from repair.  
Why then suppose thyself a fly,  
So mayst thou buzz beneath her eye;  
Then her hot eyes or fragrant breath  
May scorch or stifle me to death.  
Oh that were best of all! 'tis better fate  
To die love's Martyr, then to live in hate.   

44. The Protest.  

1.  
LAdy, let not a tear trickle down or appear  
In your eye,  
To conceive I should leave  
My affecting of you till I die.   

2.  
May the Bell never toll as a foy to my soul  
When it flies  
From its urn, to return  
To the place whence it came, o'er the skies.   

3.  
May the Sun never shine on this forehead of mine  
While I breath,  
If that I e'er deny  
To adore and to love thee till death.   

4.  
May the horrible itch, or the ghost of a witch Torture me  
If I prove to remove  
My engagements (fair Lady) from thee.   

5.  
But why should I speak, that have no force to bre●● My design?  
For as well may I sell  
My own life, as forbear to be thine.   

6.  
Can the water remove from beneath to above without art?  
No, you know it cannot so.  
No more can I alter my heart.   

7.  
Can the day light go out, while the Sun goes abou●  
In the sphere?  
No, you know 't cannot so:  
No more can my zeal to my Dear.   

8.  
Th' art Queen of my soul, and hast force to controu● Each decree:  
For alas! even as  
Steel to the Loadstone, so I am to thee.   

9  
●nce then there's no force can divide or divorce  
Us in twain,  
●hrow aside peevish pride,  
●hile I kiss thee again and again.   

10.  
●t us wantonly play, kiss and clip while we may,  
Without scorn;  
●r if we merry be  
●ver night, I'll not leave thee i'th' morn.    

45. The Item.  
WHat I always grumbling, always whining?  
Still fuming, raving, and repining?  
●hat ails my brat to be so pettish,  
●o cross, so peevish, and so frettish?  
●urst Cur, what makes thee thus? I say,  
●hy wearest thou thyself away  
●n macerating envies wheel?  
●hat inward mover dost thou feel?  
●r is it aught that dwells in me  
●hat does extort thy voice and thee?  
●ure then I'll say, and yet I will not flout thee,  
the Devil's in thee, or thy wit's without thee.   

46. The maid's soliloquy.  

1.  
YOu Virgins of the Queen of Lovers,  
Come and consult with me a while;  
Help me to chase this bird that hovers  
About my breast, into exile.  
Show me a way  
Whereby I may.  
In stead of sighing, take delight to smile.   

2.  
What though he's gone, in wrath departed?  
Shall I for ever more lament?  
No, I will not be so faint-hearted;  
It shall not cause me to repent,  
Though he has left  
Me, and bereft  
Me of his love, yet I have my content.   

3.  
When in his arms I was confined,  
A jealous frenzy vexed my brain;  
And I each moment was enjoined  
To feel the sting of Cupid's pain:  
For than I thought I had been caught▪  
But now my heart's become mine own again.   

4.  
If it were needful I should marry;  
I need not labour for a lad;  
But I will rather choose to tarry,  
●est some should think that I were mad:  
For when I wed,  
My joys are fled,  
And all my good days will be turned to bad.   

5.  
And since his absence greatly cases  
Me of my sorrows and my care,  
●ray let him wander where he pleases,  
And not return till I despair:  
The which shall be  
When you shall see  
Both Towns and Castles builded in the air.    

47. The Dialogue.  

what mean those golden locks  
About Rosella's head?   

These show in what bewitching stocks  
Thy heart lies fettered.   

Why is her lofty brow so fair,  
(Like Eurus cheek) so red?   

'Tis her blush, and doth declare  
Where modesty is bred.   

What means that moisture that appears  
In her bright eyes like Pearl?   

It signifies how Cyprian tears  
Flew daily from the girl.   

Wherefore does she withdraw her eyes  
When I accost her beams?   

Because her rays should not annoy  
Thy sight by their extremes.   

And wherefore does her crimson hue  
So often change and vary?   

O 'tis a Herald sent to you,  
To wish you to be wary.   

What ails her lips more hard to be  
Then Coral, or the ruby?   

This shows the clownishness of thee,  
For thou art but a booby.   

Pray tell me more apparently  
Wherein the truth of this is?   

Because you do not mollify  
Them by your moistening kisses.   

What mean those knots upon her breast,  
And pray what is their duty?   

〈◊〉 Why feeble art is here expressed  
● wait on nature's beauty.   

〈◊〉 What mean her hands to look so white,  
● though they were 〈◊〉 snow?   

● This shows that love it cold and light,  
●hich in her heart doth grow.   

●nd youth thou liest, and 'tis but thy pretence,  
●an refute thee by experience.    

48. The Times.  

1.  
MY heart, alas, is ever dying,  
And yet is never dead.  
●ke full-lblown Dames I lie out-crying,  
Yet am not brought to bed.   

2.  
●alm, they say, succeeds a storm;  
Alas, why I believe it:  
●d good it also chased by harm,  
Which daily lurks to grieve it:   

3.  
〈◊〉 some unhappy news to day  
Tranquillitie's exiled:  
●d all my joys consume away;  
●d thus I am beguiled.   

4.  
Perhaps anon this rigid act  
Is by the court repealed:  
And then I am with pleasures backed,  
And all my wounds are ●●l'd.   

5.  
But this is that which ne'er endures  
Above a day at most:  
Some cruel jog doth lance my cures,  
And all my joys are lost.   

6.  
To day here's murder, the●● to morrow,  
And scandal he comes after:  
These are the grounds of wise men's sorrow,  
Bat to the foolish, laughter.   

7.  
Here's Tereus bedded with his sister  
Ith' midst of all the throng;  
And when he had defiled and kissed her,  
He robbed her of her tongue.   

8.  
Here's Irus hanged for stealing bread,  
Though robbed of his arrears:  
And here is Croesus perjured,  
Yet he can keep his ears.   

9  
Here is Lycaon fiercely slaying  
His guests, and yet goes free:  
And here are Saints in Temples praying,  
And ill designed as he.   

10.  
●ere's Z●ilus railing at the times,  
As though he did detest them:  
●et notwithstanding Z●ilus rhimes,  
He closely can digest them.   

11.  
●or need he rail at them so much;  
For they would never be  
●o wicked, were it not for such  
Unconstant fools as he.    

49. Put the case,  

IF Whores and Rogues were linked together,  
'Twould be a brave conjunction;  
And oiled with the oil of leather,  
'Twould be a curious unction.  
●f Mars shall move in Venus' sphere,  
What alteration might we fear?   

2.  
●f I should love and be neglected,  
What would become of me?  
●f the French Pox had thee infected,  
What would become of thee?  
●f Cupid cuts Alceste's Corns,  
May not Admetus fear the Horns?   

3.  
●f Time with his long scythe should mow  
Death down, and make him die:  
Then Reader but imagine, oh  
What blades were thee and I?  
If this were so, in stead of peace,  
Both men and malice would increase,   

4.  
If the first mover of the Orbs  
Should chance to fall asleep,  
The Scottish Knight, Sir Arthur Forbs,  
Could hardly shear his Sheep.  
Or if Apollo close his eye,  
What light would you see Planets by?   

5.  
If thou and I were both as one,  
Endowed with worldly riches,  
If thou keep Whores, and I keep none,  
Who first might pawn his breechts?  
If Nimrod steals Diana's Deer,  
Has not Apollo cause to fear?    

50. The Ramble.  
GO home loose thoughts, y' have seen enough▪  
Your pleasure's burnt unto a snuff:  
What you conceived your lasting prize,  
Now proves a vapour in disguise.  
Now you have rambled out your swing,  
You find the world is no such thing  
As you supposed, when you were wont  
Only to stand and gaze upon't.  
●ow many friendships were professed?  
●ow many fauners did contest  
●o wait on me, while I was stayed,  
●nd kept me close unto my trade?  
●h what pretences, what a brood  
●f promises to do me good!  
●hese puffed me up, and did invite  
●y fancy to some fresh delight;  
●hought I, I'll try the world, and see  
● starting out will better me;  
●e change the course of my estate,  
And fall upon some newer fate.  
Oh foolish brain! though some indeed  
●eek out new fortunes, 'tis for need;  
When th' old's so poor 'twill not maintain them,  
●hen to seek out it doth constrain them.  
●ut he that's fixed well, he is worse  
●hen mad, in altering of his course;  
the folly's mine. Abroad I went,  
And many a silver spill I spent,  
And I was welcome while it lasted;  
But being gone my pleasure blasted:  
And they that courted me before  
●nto their favours, now give o'er,  
And have so moulded their condition,  
That they regard not my petition:  
While I had silver, there would be  
No want of good society,  
Such pleasant words did me assail  
As use to court men iuto Jail▪  
I was a sweet young man, they said,  
And did deserve as sweet a maid.  
Bless him and's fortunes, prudent youth▪  
And I must be a Saint forsooth.  
Pox take their Worships, but no matter,  
This Ramble makes my knowledge fatter.  
I find all pleasures are but vain;  
Therefore I will go home again.   

51. The Desertion.  
WAs I bewitched or drunk when I essayed  
To change my function, & forsake the tr●●●  
The sacred trade of Nectar, which maintains  
Our consolation, and supplies our brains  
With springs of Wit; and fall into the sphere  
Of sullen Ale, and sense-afflicting Beer?  
Was e'er such folly acted in our school?  
Could ere good fellowship breed such a fool?  
But stay a little, let me plead excuse,  
Else I am lavish in my own abuse:  
'Twas not the Beer alone invoked me hither;  
But 'twas the widow and the Beer together.  
The Wine inflamed my spirits, and 'tis common  
When Nectar's regent, to accost a woman.  
But soon the woman did my fancy tire,  
And then again for Wine was my desire.  
Hence we may note that women, in the taste,  
Suffice our will, such pleasures will not last  
●ove a night or two; but he that uses  
●streams of Wine to mollify his Muses,  
●never cloyed (his solace knows no sorrow)  
●r he that's drunk to day loves wine to morrow.   

52. Adonibezeck,  
GOod deeds deserve requitals, and the men  
That strike unjustly, must be struck again  
With their own weapons; & from hence it comes▪  
●hat proud Adonibezeck lost his Thumbs.   

53. Donec eris foelix.  

1.  
WHat peevish planet did the heaven's sway  
When I was born? what star did rule the day  
Of my untimely birth? it neither lends  
Me wealth nor friends.   

2.  
Why was I born? wherefore did not my mother  
Comply with death? death, why didst thou not smother  
Me in that womb? then had my body been  
At rest unseen.   

3.  
Unnatural father, why didst thou deny  
To leave me maintenance? couldst thou not buy  
Some grand fee-simple? hadst thou but done so,  
I'd known no foe.   

4.  
Had this been done, no question but thy son  
(Whose state proud Fortune now derides) had w●  
The day of triumph, and advanced his same,  
And father's name.   

5.  
Why didst thou give me learning? why didst thou  
Not bring me up to labour at the plow?  
This is the road to riches, t' other brings  
Contrary things.   

6.  
Carnal discretion tells me, had I bent  
My youth to purvey for emolument,  
I had been happy in the thing which sends  
Both same and friends.   

7.  
But now (poor abject) I must needs incline  
To friends: O Croesus, if I were but thine,  
'Twere great encouragement; Oh let me be  
Partner with thee.   

8.  
But stay a little, I must not intrude  
Into his secret Counsels, he'll exclude  
My sense from thence, and charge me to be gone  
To H●licon▪   

9  
I want an equal portion to compare  
With his vast treasure, he will never care  
To entertain me, if I cannot swim  
In wealth with him.   

10.  
● must forsake his dainties, and go feed  
●y fond desires on the barren weed  
●●at's on Parnassus; there's my pleasure, there  
Lies all my cheer.   

11.  
〈◊〉 hold my Muse. I'll lock thee in my trunk,  
●st they that see thee say my Muse is drunk:  
●rown not thyself with madness, thou canst rise  
Above the skies.   

12.  
●ck is thy sustenance, didst ever know  
Bacchanalian vapour sink so low  
●s sorrow dwells? no misery can be  
Known unto thee.   

13.  
●et must I pity those unhappy boys  
That juggle with Maecenas for the bays  
●f vain applause; whose lottery is to lie  
In misery.   

14.  
●it they have plenty, but we seldom know  
When wit and riches both together flow  
●n the same font; Fate (mortals ticklish guide)  
Doth them divide.   

15.  
Your waxen-winged verses will dissolve  
●n time of want; then censure will revolve  
Your fame i'th' bowels of contempt, and drowned  
You, once renowned.   

16.  
Are you in prison? tell me can you pierce  
The gates and wickets by a measured verse?  
Can your own fancy bail you, can you be  
For crimes set free?   

17.  
Where's all your friends? perhaps one says I kno● hi●  
I've seen his person, I have read his Poem.  
All wish him well, but which man goes about  
To help him out?   

18.  
But now you Poets, if you would have friends,  
First learn ye to be happy, else your ends  
Are all in vain; and when you happy be,  
Remember me.    

54. The soldier and his Mistress.  

So. HArk, hark (my Paragon) the trumpet sound●  
The foaming horse come pra●●● o'er the ground  
The noise of battle in my ear rebounds.   

2.  
Armado, arm, brave Hector's, the Centurions cry,  
Advance, advance your weapons or you die;  
Which horrid noise will break our Sympathy.   

3.  
Mist. No, no, it needs not, shall the horrid swarm●  
Of men and horse allure thee by their charms,  
To leave my fleshly for thy martial arms?   

4.  
●ing closer then, for thou shalt not depart  
●rom me this night in person, or in heart;  
●rm not, for thou in arms already art:   

5.  
And th' art engageed unto the harmless fight  
●f wanton Cupid, where (this following night)  
●e'l both be conquered, conquered with delight.   

6.  
Our smiles shall be our arrows, and our eyes  
Are Stratagems, sufficient to surprise  
Thoughts of dissension and Antipathies.   

7.  
Each blow will beg another, and 't will ease us;  
●uch contestations cannot choose but please us:  
And such a quarrel greatly will appease us.   

8.  
Brave war and harmless! oh who would deny  
To be a soldier in't? who would not die  
In such a battle, such artillery?   

9  
Sold. ay, but I dare not; if my Captain find  
Me in your quarters, no excuse will blind  
His rigid sentence, and his furious mind.   

10.  
Mist. There's none shall find thee, for I'll veil thy face  
And body too, with the embroidered case  
Of my rich blanket, where we will embrace.   

11.  
My smock shall shroud thee, & my hand shall guide thee  
From whatso●'re disa●ter shall betide thee,  
Ith' bus●● on my bel●y I will hide thee.   

12.  
Or if he find thee, I will 〈◊〉 then,  
That he is armed (let him say what he can)  
To ruin mortals, thou to make a man.    

55. The Exclamation.  

SInce 't was thy beauty that begun  
This servant ●rdor in my breast,  
Make it, my grief-expelling sun,  
That wretched I may take some rest.  
I burn, I burn twixt the extremes  
Of fear and hope, and thy bright beam●.   

2.  
One heat another may unthrone;  
Then wonder not if I desire  
(Who scorching lies i'th' torrid Zone)  
Your forehead to expel my fire.  
Oh smile, and let my heart not lie  
Broiled on the grid irons of thine eye.   

3.  
Ice (fires foe) laid to the skin  
That's burnt, will c●use the ●lesh to turn  
Into a bl●ste●, and within  
With greater 〈◊〉 to burn:  
O Jey heart, then be not so,  
I would bring additions ●o my wo●▪   

4.  
●●●ange kind of creature, whose clear eye  
〈◊〉 scorch and burn like Luna's brother;  
●d yet her heart in Ice doth lie,  
●r self doth freeze, yet burns another▪  
●e torrid and the frigid Zone  
●ite their temper● both in one.   

5.  
●en let thine eye thy heart reflect  
●on, and soon the Ice will perish;  
●●d then thy heart will me affect,  
●●d with enlivening flames me cherish!  
●ow I lie gasping, and I saint  
●r want of thee, my lovely Sain●.   

6.  
●●ou art that tree whereon is found  
〈◊〉 ●trange and double-natured power;  
●e one is bitterly to wound,  
●e other sweetly is to cure.  
●●d since the first on me hast pa●●,  
●●me now and cure me with the last,   

7.  
〈◊〉 furious flame! alas I fry,  
●●d cannot damp the heat with water;  
〈◊〉 ●●srcture reels, and I must die,  
〈◊〉 beauty brings me not her daughter.  
●oss and turn, and cannot rest:  
●is iuniper flames within my breast.   

8.  
●ome lively, soul, let's symphathize  
In love and arms, and be not loath;  
Let me behold in thy bright eyes  
Nareissus and adovis both.  
Were but thy heart as hot as mine.  
I should find pleasure to calcine.   

9  
Poor beauty-strucken soul, I have  
No consolation in the world,  
Unless thy bounty deign to save  
Me from those plagues upon me hurled:  
Thou art that spell, and only thee  
That charmest all my misery.   

10.  
Come sacred Doctress then, and act  
Thy energy and power on me:  
A word of thine (with Cupid backed)  
Is medicine enough to be  
Death's Antidote, and to control  
The ecstasy wherein I roll.    

56. The Invitation to Marry.  

PUt on (Rosella) ride not with delay,  
'Tis full of danger; all-devouring time  
Brings things (in time) to ruin and decay.  
Enjoy thy pleasure now it is thy prime;  
All things unused quickly are decayed,  
And for the lack of use are useless made.   

2.  
●bserve an house that's not inhabited,  
●ow soon swift time makes pock-holes in the walls:  
●bserve a cage, from whence the bird is fled,  
●ow soon its cobwebed, and to ruin falls.  
●h let not (Rose) thy wanton white and red,  
●or want of wanton use be withered.   

3.  
Thou art the (Rose the Queen of every flower)  
And if in time thou art not choicely taken,  
Thou wilt decline, and lose thy fragrant power;  
And thy fresh cheeks of beauty be forsaken:  
Then take this counsel, let it not be known  
●o rare a Rose should languish all alone.   

4.  
Make me thy Tenant, and let me inherit  
This curious jointure: let thy youthful age  
●e kept for me, to me do you transfer it.  
●le be the Bird too if you'll be the Cage,  
●le keep the house, as 'tis, and you shall see  
No alteration in the Cage shall be.   

5.  
The Rose is even ripe, and fit to gather;  
Here is a hand shall pluck it if you please:  
Let it not stand, left time and stormy weather  
Shall blanch its virtue, and make beauty cease;  
Resign it now, reserve it not until  
'Tis neither fit for scent, nor to distil.   

6.  
Let's love no longer single, but enjoy  
The true Elysiun● which our Wedlock brings,  
And let us feed on that fel●city  
Where of the silly Dove of Venus sings;  
Die not a Virgin, lest survivers tell.  
Rose is departed to loud Apes in hell.    

57 The ●reeminence.  

ALas what's Phoebus? I did ne'er  
Stand trembling to behold his light,  
As I have often done to her;  
He shines i'th' day, she day and night:  
His glory can but dull mine eyes,  
But in her lustre my heart fries;  
Then tell me where most power lies?   

2.  
Pale-faced Diana can but show  
A crazy countenance, but my Rose  
Has fullgrown beauty, clear and true:  
Her heavenly brow no blemish knows;  
Yet in Lucina you may see  
Apparent spots, pray then tell me  
Which is most bright, the Moon or she.   

3.  
Though Aetna's mountain fiercely fries  
With burning Sulphur, yet alas,  
Rosella with her piercing eyes,  
Its Calenture doth far ●rpass;  
The flames that issue from that urn,  
Things at a distance will not burn;  
A man may see'● and safe return.   

4.  
But whosoever on Rose shall cast  
A fixed eye, he's burned by her.  
And he that shall her beauty taste,  
Must needs be hurled into love's fire;  
His breast is strucken by a glance,  
Her fatal looks a sad mischance,  
And leaves the viewer in a trance.   

5.  
The virtuous Loadstone, though it is  
The Map●of wonders, ye● I say  
●he can effect as great as his,  
By her sweet reason● quelling ray:  
This draws my knife too't, that my heart  
Let reason then to me impart,  
●n which of these lies greatest art?   

6.  
The stone which the Philosopher  
Approves for virtue. comes behind  
The stronger force that dwells in her  
(As by experience I can find;)  
With this his stone (poor mortal) he  
Can but turn things to gold, but she  
Makes mirth of sourest misery.   

7.  
Then what is Phoebus? may not be  
Confess his weakness to his shame?  
And what is Luna? may not she  
Withdraw her face, and do the same?  
The Load stone and Philosopher,  
And Aetna, all must know they err,  
And all pay tribute unto her.    

50. The Drollery.  

1.  
LIke the rich jewels of a jeaks,  
Or like a millstone fried in steaks,  
Or like the Elbow of a Bat,  
Or like a Presbyterian Rat:  
Just such is he that called my Mistress Madam,  
Ten thousand years before the days of Adam.   

2.  
Like a red herring dressed in coats,  
Or like a flea that feeds on oats,  
Or like a louse that can speak French,  
Or like a whorish honest wench:  
Such is that mortal whose discretion can  
Both rob and cheat, yet be an honest man.   

3.  
Like Tadpoles that must ride in Coaches,  
Or like the leaden wings of Loaches,  
Or Humble-Bees in leathern jackets,  
Or true men's hands in Harlots plackckets:  
Such is that goodly Squire, whose intent  
Is to build Churches when his money's spent.   

4.  
Just like a Beard that's lined with plush,  
Or like a three-legged Holly-bush,  
Or like the Vine that beareth Cider,  
Or like the Cloak-bag of a Spider:  
Just such is he that took a Gun, and shot  
Quite through the shoulder of his Chamber-pot.   

5.  
Like a sir-reverence leapt in Lawn,  
Or like a sword that ne'er was drawn,  
Or furious Whiskin burnt to coals,  
Or men that live without their souls:  
Such Croesus is, that would no: line his breeches.  
Nor get his wife with child, for fear on's riches.   

6.  
Like one that sees though he be blind,  
Or the fore-horse that comes behind,  
Or like a freeborn Bastard brat,  
Or like I know not who nor what:  
Just such is he that falling sick of sorrow,  
Was buried yesterday, and died tomorrow.    

59 Love beyond Reason.  
I Love to sport above her eye,  
I love her well, but know not why.  
I love her smell, I love her taste,  
I love to twist about her waste:  
I love her sound, I love her touch;  
The active power of love is such  
That for my Mistress I could die,  
And yet in troth I know not why:  
I searched her soul to see what merit  
Was there, and found none did inherit  
To reason for a rudiment,  
Upon this scrutiny I went,  
Where th' cause of love I did detect,  
Not her desert, but my defect:  
Or thus more plainly runs the rule;  
I loved her cause I was a fool.   

60. In the Garden.  

1.  
Rosella did but look  
Upon the Milk-white rosy bushes,  
And presently each Rose forsook  
Their white, and vapored in Rosella's blushes.   

2.  
She did but cast her eye  
Upon the blue-lipped Lavanders,  
And presently they did defy  
Their own complexion, and did boast of hers.   

3.  
The virid Marjoram  
Her sparkling beauty did but see,  
And presently their green became  
All died which Sc●ries, blushing, red as she.   

4.  
And when 'tis my delight  
My perished beauty to renew,  
Than I accost her, whose first sight  
Than turns my pale cheeks to a crimson hue.   

5.  
Brave Artist, then I'll sue  
Philosophers no more, to know  
Their elixir; it's all in you,  
Proved by experience wheresoever you go.    

61. A Kiss.  

1.  
A Way false fear,  
And come not here.  
Cheer up brave thoughts, and grow  
In strength, fall not below  
Your quality; alas, th' assumption  
Of one poor kiss was no presumption;  
No, none at all, sweet-lips you did not err,  
There was no treason in saluting her,   

2.  
Where you before  
Had thousands more  
Without repulse or frown.  
No, (wanton girl) 'tis known  
Thou hast not only loved the sport,  
But waited and endeavoured for't.  
I've seen thee active to inflame the blisses  
That are engendered by the game of kisses.   

3.  
Wherefore I'll draw  
From Cupid's Law,  
That Custom might have claimed  
Its right, and never framed  
The least Apology; nor stood  
Poring upon th' Optative mood.  
Yet she, forsooth, not only stayed the use,  
But tells me the attempt is an abuse.   

4.  
But sinner, sure  
Thou needst not woo her  
To pass such errors by  
With an indulgent eye:  
Thou needst not blush where there's no fault,  
He needs no crutch that ne'er did halt.  
Cast off thy care, set sorrows on the score,  
Since she repulsed thee once, ne'er kiss her more.    

62. Hero.  
Woe is me that fall!  
Woe is me that perish!  
Genius tell me, whither shall  
I repair for one to cherish  
My declining soul, and condole  
My distress? Oh pity! yonder  
Swims the Skeleton of Leander:  
●d then she sighed, and then she wept,  
●d in a passion than she stepped  
aside  
the remorseless waves, and then she died.   

63. The ruin.  

1.  
Wish that I had never known thee;  
Oh that I could not dote upon thee,  
Nor adore  
●●y alluring lips and eyes  
To which my wanton fancy flies)  
Any more!   

2.  
●y enchanting grace and beauty  
To which Adonis owes a duty)  
Have enshrined  
●eep within that fatal chest  
●f thy yet unrelenting breast  
All my mind.   

3.  
●t is reason thou shouldst carry  
The Penal burden which burglary  
Doth require;  
●or thy penetrating ray  
Has broke my house, and stolen away  
My desire.   

4.  
Gentle thief thou ha●t undone me,  
If thou wile not reflect upon me,  
I must go  
Unto the dead, then for my sake  
Restore my heart again, or take  
Me also.    

65. Good liquour.  

1.  
LOve, envy, rage, and fury rest,  
And secretly repose,  
Like hood-wink● Falcons in my breast,  
Until the Ocean flows:  
For want of quaffing cups you die,  
And are as ill prepared as I.   

2.  
I'll feast you with my rhymes no more,  
When once I cease to tipple;  
When ere you bar the Cellar door,  
My Muse becomes a cripple.  
As Luna (void of Sol) may wink,  
So Clio must for want of drink.   

3.  
Nor is't your Al● and musty Beer  
That procreates my phrases.  
'Tis Wine that makes my Ela clear,  
And worthy of your praises.  
beasts (but Asses) love to choose  
● best of grass, and worst refuse.   

4.  
● not your Wine that's mixed and blended  
With this and that receipt;  
●t's first decayed, and then amended;  
From such I must retreat.  
Heaven's Nectar I incline,  
bright Apollo's rasie Wine.    

66. The Air.  

1.  
Weet sounds that issue from the choir  
Of winged Musicians, or the Thracian Lyre,  
Be dumb, repose your Knells,  
You warbling shrill-mouthed Philomel's.  
Your tones extort my tears,  
Your music seems unto my ears,  
〈◊〉 Vrsus to the eye appears.   

2.  
●uses, whose charms are Musket-proof  
● passive power, you may stand aloof;  
Whose active charms can draw  
Waters from mountains, and unthaw  
A flinty breast, you be  
Of no more value unto me  
Then Butter flies to Broom-men be.   

3.  
Sing to the woods, and silvered brooks;  
I neither like your Sonnets, nor your looks.  
Court fools as may affect  
Your dissonanting dialect:  
My Lute's more clear and choice,  
Wherein I only can rejoice:  
It is Rosella's heavenly voice.    

67. Time. The Interpreter.  
WHat serious students with their busied b●  
Could ne'er unlock; what philosophic p●  
Tried, and fell short of: what strong art ne'er ●  
What was a theme too hard for th' alchemist:  
What mighty Merlin in his operation,  
Fore sight, Prediction, and prognostication,  
Could not unroll, Time has now detected:  
Yet still he is dispesed, and disrespected:  
There's no man crowns him with a wreath of p●  
Composed of laurel triumph, though his ways  
Are rules of truth; while error boldly draws  
Worlds of applause to her insatiate claws.  
Infected Animals, how are ye blinded  
With misty judgements? how enticed and winded  
With strange belief? how nimble, and how pro●●  
To build on rottenness? Rely upon  
Deluding Motives? making declination  
From the firm Basis of true revelation.  
●ge your opinions, you unbridled youths,  
● time, not Artists will declare our truths.   

68 Knowledge.  
THrough the Meander of invented art  
● I've deeply waded, and unthawed the Ice  
● knotty contexts; as a ●teely Dart,  
●ere's through mysteries, dark, obscure and nice:  
●r Cypria function was made known to me,  
●e with her daughters been too well acquainted;  
●e known Rome's stages and her gallantry:  
● pastimes Paradise I have been planted.  
〈◊〉 was my senses oiled with such content,  
●t that displeasure also had its growth.  
●now what 't was to laugh and to lament,  
●pell'd the nature, and the use of both:  
●pur'd my genius, on my Muse I put  
● to the Labyrinth of as deep conclusion  
● sense and reason knew. I hewed and cut  
●e doors of darkness down, and made intrusion.  
● was acquainted with the starry realm  
〈◊〉 others be, yet here my knowledge lacked,  
● knew not him that sitteth at the helm,  
〈◊〉 whose discretion all the Planets act.  
●herefore thou root of nature, and of art,  
● Since void of knowing thee makes knowledge void,)  
●fuse no other Science in my heart,  
●hen of myself and thee, my glorious guide.   

69. The Vineyard.  

1.  
ENter you that save with madness:  
Enter you that sigh with sadness,  
And receive the oil of gladness  
In the Vine.   

2.  
Here's the mystery of the Muses;  
Here's the Font Ma●●as uses;  
Here wit gains what ere it loses.  
Noble Wine.   

3.  
Here's the Laurel, here's the bays,  
Here's the sum of poet's praise,  
here's the crea● of Pa●s rays,  
Famous liquour:   

4.  
Here's th' Arse●● whence do spring  
Presents worthy for a King.  
Here my s●neies tender wing  
Thriveth quicker.    

70. The Quere.  
SAy, shall I love, or shall I leave her?  
Shall I leave or love for ever?  
●ll I part with my profession,  
● proceed in my progression?  

Ecc●o.  
〈◊〉 back, suspend thy love for ever;  
●l home thy heart again and leave her:  
●o much of one sort breeds loathing,  
●kes the object fit for nothing;  
●yls the fancy, spoils the sense,  
●ns delight to penitence;  
●cially in those that summon  
●eir wits to attend a woman.  
●en refuse, fall off, and leave her,  
〈◊〉 thou lose thy bliss for ever.  
●ing once engaged thy credit,  
●n may curse that ere you did it;  
〈◊〉 if beauty moved thee,  
● adventure that may flee;  
●en that face which once was fire  
●calcine, shall now expire  
● Lamps of Zealots, and shall choke  
●y own sense with thy own smoke:  
●d you'll feel (in such a case)  
●ch disease, or much disgrace:  
●ou go your credits lost,  
●ou stay you will be crossed:  
〈◊〉 how dismal is't, for he,  
〈◊〉 whose love formality  
●ps, or the affection, where  
〈◊〉 wells not for love but fear!  
●en return, return and leave her,  
Lest thou art a fool for ever,  
What avails thy wanton courting?  
Kissing, clipping, hugging, sporting,  
Smiling, beckoning, musing, glancing,  
Winding, tripping, footing, dancing,  
Chopping, changing, mingling words,  
All the joy that love affords:  
What art thou for this the better?  
Only thou art made a debtor  
For't▪ Although thy Mistress swims  
Over the glorious Cherubims  
In thy fancy, she'll not scorn  
To salute thee with a horn  
For thy requital: Such there be;  
Then love not such vanity.  
O return, return and leave her,  
Else I'll say th' art mad for ever.  
He's a fool that loves to be  
Vassaled, when he may be free.    

71. The life and death of Sarah.  
SArah lived and Sarah loved,  
Sarah thrived and Sarah moved.  
Sarah sat and Sarah slept,  
Sarah waked and Sarah wept,  
Sarah sobed and Sarah smiled,  
Sarah was begot with child,  
Sarah sighed and Sarah song.  
And Sarah could not hold her tongue.  
Sarah pissed and Sarah cried.  
Sarah shit and so she died.   

72. The Messenger.  

LOve commands his servant out  
To the woods, to range about  
For a Mistress for his Master,  
Cause he wanted such a plaster  
As a Lady. Out he gets,  
Through the woods, streams, verse and prose:  
One he found, and then returned  
(To the man that sight and burned.)  
Expectation did advance,  
And hope had the predominance:  
Love replied to th' Agent then,  
Dost thou gladly turn again?  
Art thou fraited with my bl●ss?  
Then he answers, Master yes.   

But what hast thou prepared for me?  
Is she coy, or is she free?  
Is she tall, or is she low?  
Is she slender? lean or no?  
Is she square, or is she round?  
Is she sick, or is she sound?  
Do the Gods confess their duty  
Is to worship such a beauty?  
Is but Venus scarce her type?  
Is she green, or too too ripe?  
Is she foul, or is she fair?  
Is she not at others are?  
Is she white, or is she black?  
Or what is't that she doth lack?   

Answer.  
I have prepared for thee enough.  
She's coy enough, add free enough,  
She's Low enough and tall enough,  
She's big enough and small enough,  
She's fat enough and lean enough,  
She's rich enough and mean enough,  
She's young enough and strong enough,  
She's short enough and long enough,  
She's sick enough and sound enough,  
She's square enough and round enough,  
She's black enough and white enough,  
She's foul enough and bright enough,  
She's thin enough and quick enough,  
And she will soon be thick enough,  
If you can give her P— enough.    

72. The Mask of Adonis.  

WHen all the night Ravens, & Bats of the 〈◊〉  
Began to grow sleepy by reason of day 〈◊〉  
●nd the Lamp of lustre, Jove's Holiday spark,  
●d chased all the symptoms of darkness away;  
●eard a loud echo that cried.  
Adonis, our moan is not to be denied.   

2.  
●skt an old Hermit that dwelled in the Clods,  
●hat meaned the sound in such wondrous measure;  
〈◊〉 told me that there was a Mask of the Gods,  
●nd all the spectators were Ladies of pleasure.  
Then louder and louder they cried,  
Adonis, &c.   

3  
●hen towards the Theatre I did accost,  
〈◊〉 see their proceedings, and also to bear  
the harmony issuing out of the Host  
●f Gods and Goddesses mingled there.  
●But louder, &c.   

4.  
〈◊〉 soon as I entered into the crowd,  
●rd how I was daz'ed such sparks to behold!  
●ey kissed, & they quibbled, they curled & they bowed.  
●e stage being Paradise paved with gold.  
But louder, &c.   

5.  
the f●rst of the actors that then did invade,  
●as Mercury, graced with a lute in his hand;  
Whose Apology proved him a notable blade,  
●s you in the consequence shall understand.  
●But louder, &c.   

6.  
●uoth he, I'm a messenger sent from the Court  
To kiss all your lips, and this news to display,  
That your senses must swim in the fountains of 〈◊〉  
For the Gods are intended to court you to day.  
Yet louder, &c.   

7.  
Having ended his duty, he gently receded,  
And Cupid (that Spark) did appear in his place,  
With a Bow in his hand, and he lustily pleaded  
Wnose presence was lined with amorous grace.  
Yet louder, &c.   

8.  
The bow (that was quicker to pierce then his ton●  
He charged with a dart, and he shot a Sister  
Of Helen's (that sat like an Angel among  
The Ladies of pleasure) but haply he missed her.  
Then louder, &c.   

9  
The Ladies requested the Lad to refrain,  
And not to exhibit his strength any more;  
Because of the wounds and the prickings of 〈◊〉  
They took from his dart but a little before.  
And louder, &c.   

10.  
Apollo came in with a paper of verses,  
Some said of the Ladies 't was in commendation  
His love and his service to them he rehearses,  
Well riveted in with a world of expression.  
Yet louder, &c.   

11.  
Harpocrates entered with signs and with wonder  
● some he did beckon, to some he did nod,  
●metimes he would roar like great Jove when he thunders  
〈◊〉 he spoke not a word, neither even nor odd.  
Yet louder and louder they cried,  
Adonis, our moan is not to be denied.   

12.  
●e told me that this was the fool of the play;  
●herein be Harpocrates greatly did wrong.  
●r the badge of discretion is si●ence we say,  
●d fools are known by a superfluous tongue.  
But louder, &c.   

13.  
●en Vulcan appeared in flashes of fire,  
●d up to the top of the Theatre climbs:  
●●t could he not warm the spectators desires,  
●ause his legs they resembled El●giack rhimes  
But louder, &c.   

14.  
●●xt followed Mars with an Herald of Arms,  
●ike the fool of a Puppet-play) riding before him:  
●e turned him about, and among all the swarms,  
●e singled out Vulcan, and swore he'd devour him.  
But, &c.   

15.  
●ow Vulcan he knew not the God at a blush,  
Wherefore he demanded the cause of his threat:  
●ou rogue (Says the warrior) your bones I will crush;  
●m Mars. whom thou tookst with thy wife in a net.  
But, &c.   

16.  
Each look of the blacksmith increased Mars his  
(For soldiers are lightly more rigid than crafty, ●  
And Vulcan was forced himself to retire,  
And lie in the snout of his Bellows for safety.  
But, &c.   

17.  
He being departed, Dame Venus came in  
With ribbons, adorned like a Barth ●mew fait●  
Her breasts they were naked to show her white 〈◊〉  
No paints, nor persumings, nor powder was span●  
But &c.   

18.  
I am almost persuaded that this was a match (〈◊〉  
twixt Mars and his dame; for they went throu●  
And in a short time they their work did dispatch●  
Whom Vulcan surprised not as be did before,  
But. &c.   

19  
But when they returned. Dame Venus her blood  
Was suddenly risen so fresh in her face,  
That, by her complexion, 't might be understood  
The carnal condition of Mars his embrace.  
But, &c.   

20.  
Oceanus entered with two silver dishes,  
Charged with Pickle-herrings, and primed with 〈◊〉  
And Neptune succeeds with many small fishes,  
And Mermaids especially waited at's heels.  
But, &c.   

21.  
●hen Pan (like a Piper) came into the Court,  
●ttended with Oxen, with Goats, and with Sheep;  
●e piped and they danced with rustical sport,  
●nough to have lulled all the Ladies asleep.  
But, &c.   

22.  
●roteus (Chameleon like) the author of shapes,  
Came changing his likeness as oft as a cloud:  
Now he is an Ass, anon a Jack-an-apes.  
●oon after an Eagle with feathers endowed.  
But, &c.   

23.  
Priapus came in with a basket of Pears,  
Which unto the Ladies he freely presented;  
But sure had he g'in them his holiday wares,  
He had been more welcome, & they more content  
But, &c.   

24.  
Sapph, the petty God also appeared,  
(Though deified not by the poet's Commission  
Many birds having builded their nests in his be●  
But the Synod abhorr●d him because of ambition  
But, &c.   

25.  
Blithe Bacchus succeeded with Sack and with Claret,  
Whom Venus with lilies and Roses had crowned,  
Yet nevertheless the conceit would not carry it,  
Wine was not acquirable though 't did abound.  
But, &c.   

26.  
Now the Maskers perceiving no real intent  
Would take to the crowd by their politic action;  
They complied and consulted a while, than they 〈◊〉  
For the Goddesses also to make satisfaction.  
But louder, &c.   

27.  
The first that appeared was June, attired  
With Silks and with satin: her linen was Law●  
A sight you'd ha' thought were enough to have fi●  
All tender-eyed spirits, and bribed them to pawn.  
But, &c.   

28.  
This argues th' condition that riches allow,  
But speaks not a tittle concerning its pleasure;  
For Juno declared by her wrinkled brow,  
That rich-men of solace are scanted in measure.  
But, &c.   

29.  
Minerva succeeded with rustical dresses,  
Her Apron was Canvas, her Gown it was bays:  
She did not dishelve into public her tresses;  
Yet she was the subject of every one's praise,  
But, &c.   

30.  
From whence we may note, that the wisest of brai● dain●  
Delight not so dearly to barnish their back which prudence 〈◊〉  
With fancy born whimsies  
As to furnish acquaintance with wit when they la●  
But, &c.   

31.  
●nerva did congee to all that she saw,  
〈◊〉 scorned not the poorest that ever she eyed;  
●m whose disposition this tenet we draw,  
●t wisdom that's true's not acquainted with pride.  
But, &c.   

32.  
●d afterward Venus did make her invasion,  
●d was in a garment of taffeta wrapped;  
●t a younker seduced her with little persuasion,  
●m whence we note, beauty is easily snapped.  
But, &c.   

33.  
●es presented a sheaf of her corn,  
●e best that her Servants could gather or reap;  
●e Ladies of pleasure her present did scorn;  
●r then (God be thanked) provision was cheap.  
But, &c.   

34.  
●en up started Luna, as fierce as a Lion,  
●hose rigorous visage dissolved a Cloud:  
●here soldiers this lesson may study and ply on,  
●at they with austerity may be endowed.  
But, &c.   

35.  
●ext after came Flora with lap-fulls of flowers,  
●ith Pinks and with Gilli flowers mixed with carnations;  
〈◊〉 bosom was armed with the jewels of bowers  
Things that might have conquered the girls lamentation.  
But, &c.   

36.  
Now the Gods they discerning what Goddesses 〈◊〉  
On the Theatre standing, their minds did advance●  
To give a companion to every one there;  
For the Gods were designed to lead them a dan●●  
But, &c.   

37.  
They coupled with speed, & the Harpers they 〈◊〉  
Sweet at Orpheus with music most rare,  
A hormony pleasanter never was made;  
The twang were enough to have ravished the air,  
But, &c.   

38.  
They footed it neatly, and nimbly they capered,  
They answered the lays to a hair or a feather;  
They flourished their fingers about, and they vap●  
They waged their light breeches too hither & thi●  
But, &c.   

39  
But while they were busied Adonis came in;  
Whose approach was descried by the light on the 〈◊〉  
The Ladies knew him by the reflex of his skin,  
But till they beheld him they moved not at all.  
Yet, &c.   

40.  
But when they discovered his heavenly cheek,  
They greedily ran to the boy and embraced him;  
Oh he was the Masker for whom they did seek!  
And (Deity-like) they adored and they grac'● hi●  
But then, etc,   

41.  
●ns the fair Adonis concluded the sport,  
●r now not a Masker at all was respected:  
●is only Adonis the Ladies will court:  
Adonis his actions ar● only respected  
〈◊〉 the Ladies which formerly cried.  
Adonis' our moan is not to be denied.    

73. The lost Maidenhead.  

1.  
AS I went wandering o'er the grounds,  
Where fruitful Ceres' hand appeared,  
Among the soul-enchanting sounds  
Of feathered Choristers, I heard  
Sla●inda making doleful moan,  
●ecause her Maidenhead was gone.   

2.  
Alas! (quoth she) the rose is fled,  
That in my Azure veins did flow:  
Ah pity me! my Maidenhead  
●s loft, and now what shall I do?  
Undone, undone, the woods proclaim;  
My folly has betrayed my fame.   

3.  
The Gods (alas) will all combine  
My sorrows to exasperate:  
The blushing sun will cease to shine  
On me. Oh cursed is my fate!  
Undone, undone the mountains utter;  
And angry heaven seems to mutter.   

4.  
If love forbear to break my heart  
In pieces by his bolts of thunder,  
Yet will the chaste Diana's dart  
Dash and divide me all in sunder.  
Undone, undone, unhappy girl;  
I've lost my Gem, my only Pearl.   

5.  
But while she warbled out her wrong  
By the bright vapours of her passion,  
And mournful Dirges sadly sung,  
Served up in cups of Execration:  
An echo then replied and said,  
Lament not for thy Maidenhead.   

6.  
'Tis like proud flesh that hurts the wound,  
If 'tis not clipped away in time;  
Or like the swarthy scum that's found  
In boiling pots: excessive slime,  
Which if not scummed when it doth rise,  
Sinks in, and all within annoys.   

7.  
Yet if thy graces can but brook  
The loss, but still thou dost implore it,  
I'll give thee what another took;  
If th' art content I will restore it.  
Content I am, she answered then,  
Restore it me thou happy man.  
And then he gave it,  
As she did crave.   

8.  
the golden flower is now replanted  
Within his native place again;  
And fair Clarinda is not daunted,  
Remembering no departed pain.  
●ut since she found the loss so soft,  
● fear she'll love to lose it oft.    

57 Good Fellowship.  

1.  
FIll, fill the glass to the brim,  
'Tis a health unto him  
That refuses  
To be curbed, or disturbed  
At the power of the State,  
Or the frowns of his fate;  
Or that scorneth to bark or to bite at our Mases:  
And that never will vary  
From the juice of the Vine, and the cups of Canary.   

2.  
Drink to your friend, drink away,  
For the showers to day  
Will replenish  
The sweet Vine with rich Wine,  
Which the But and the Pipe  
Shall receive when 'tis ripe.  
Both the white and the red, both the green and, the Rhenish  
For we never will vary, &c.   

3.  
Watch, watch his waters, and see  
He drink fairly, as he  
That begun it:  
Fill his Cup, fill it up;  
For why should we pinch  
Him, or bate him an inch?  
'Tis his own every drop, and he ought not to shun ●●  
There's no man shall vary, &c.   

4.  
Mind, mind the work in your hand▪  
Let the rogues in the land  
Not affright us:  
Hang the sons and the guns  
Of proud Mars, though we hear  
His rebounds in our ear;  
Yet he neither can hurt us, disturb us, or bite us,  
Nor force us to vary, &c.   

5.  
Let them wrangle and jar,  
They are Pillars of War  
And contention;  
But we'll stay all the day  
In the Tavern, and find  
More delight in our Wine  
Then the chemist can draw from the rarest invention  
And we never will vary  
From the juice of the Vine, or the cups of Canary.    

75. The Aspirer.  
●Ull-fraighted with a strong desire, he seeks  
〈◊〉 That fame's loud Trumpeter might fill his checks,  
〈◊〉 tell his glory to all human ears,  
●nd make it thunder in the hemispheres:  
●ought will suffice him but a large report  
●f his magnificence about the Court;  
●e would be Caesar fain: but hark my friend,  
● all essays premeditate thy end.  
〈◊〉 that's exalted, quickly may be cast  
〈◊〉 rapid storms, disturbed by every blast:  
the Cedars tremble, while the Bushes stand,  
●ot moved nor frighted by the winds command.  
●nd the bold Borean arm most strongly knocks  
●gainst the largest and the tallest rocks:  
When fortune meeteth with her strongest foe▪  
●e takes advantage there to overthrow.  
●estruction glories and delights to ride.  
●pon the shoulders of presuming pride.  
the longest freedom has the closest thrall:  
the highest rise begets the greatest fall.  
●nce than such danger in the mountain lies,  
●ond youth descend, descend if thou art wise.  
〈◊〉 is a fate more happy to remain  
●us beloved, than Croesus in disdain.  
●esides, thy worth can challenge no such thought,  
●s Princes relics, they are dearly bought.  
By birth & blood, blood spilled, and blood that's no●  
Sad thoughts, high passions, and a world of tro●●  
Now, if th' are thine by birth and worthy deed,  
Arm tho● thyself with boldness, and proceed  
Unto possession; but (alas) we know  
No birth nor merit e'er in thee did grow.  
Then spell thyself, and ponder on thy merit,  
For thou art too unworthy to inherit  
Such Gems as these. Each vulgar must not pass  
Within the bounds of the Corinthian Lass.  
Will thou be Prince? review thy ●elf, and than  
Thou mayst be happy if a Serving man.  
Besides, were honour thine by Jove's decree,  
Thou needst not seek for it, 't would follow thee.   

75. Vice Courted.  
ON melted Pitch can I my hand not lay,  
But it must needs defile me?  
Or court an unchaste Mistress for a day,  
But needs she must beguile me?  
'Tis but a feeble Bulwark cannot bear  
The brunt of one attempt:  
There is no confidence in such a Sphere;  
All virtue is exempt.  
Go wet your hands in water, than you know  
Pitch has no power to stain:  
Go oil your heart with grace, and whores also  
Will tempt you, but in vain.  
●n lie a little in Radopha's arms;  
Be confident and wary,  
〈◊〉 let thy chastity oppose her charm●;  
So may thy soul not vary,  
〈◊〉 passively receive the sugared sin  
That's bounded by her waste;  
〈◊〉 (like the dyer's hand) declare wherein  
Thou dipdst thy finger last.  
●etimes 'tis good to search corrupted souls.  
For hence we may discern and see  
〈◊〉 sad it is where only vice controls,  
And prize more noble honesty.   

76. Semper Idem.  
Who would not mortgage faith & fame  
Purchase so divine a soul as she,  
That is for ever more the same,  
●ring no more than Anaxarete?  
As the first day I came to woo her,  
●tedfastly she doth continue still;  
And so 'tis like she will endure:  
〈◊〉 she ne'er loved me yet, nor ever will.  
Let greedy Rivals than adjorn  
●ir forward suits and sue for her no more:  
For I shall still enjoy her scorn  
●pite of them; she has' for me in store▪   

77. Nobility.  
TEll me no more, no more, thou young 〈◊〉  
Of the renown due to thy predecessor▪  
Tell me no more, no more, thou tardy Stoic,  
What man was famous, or what man heroic,  
Thou being idle: This will rather bring  
Lead, than a feather to the failing wing  
Of thy own fame. This is not thy defence,  
The public eye looks on the present tense.  
It looks not backward, then recite not thou  
Thy father's fame or merit: tell me now  
Thy noble Acts, and so thou shalt repair  
His rusty glory, and thine own: forbear  
Fond Thraso, else you know such brags will be  
Disparagements unto they line and thee.  
What if thy father had been born a fool,  
Hadst thou but prospered in the heroic School  
Of rare exploits, than thou, shouldst have enjoy  
Thy recompense (which none should have denied)  
Abundantly, and in as ample measure.  
As though all virtue were thy father's treasure,  
But if th' art foolish, though thy father was  
A Tully or a Hector; yet, alas  
'Tis no more beneficial unto▪ thee,  
Then Alexander's glory is to me:  
Only it adds more anguish to thy mind▪  
When thou remember'st how thou hast declined▪  
●n●w then, Nobility, if rightly meant,  
● rather by self-action then descent.   

78. The Extremes.  
FAir one, those radiant lustres that arise  
From (those bright Tapers) they Celestial e●  
●ave fired me▪ I burn in every part,  
●hey gnaw (like vultures) my relenting heart.  
And then the numbness of you frozen zeal  
●arves all my bliss, and makes my ●●ope congee  
●o that my heart lies in a restless Urn;  
With cavoasus I freeze, with A●tna burn.  
wherefore that sorrows may not me e●lipse,  
Chase frost and fire with thy love and lips.   

79. The dying Lover.  
YOu murdering eyes, you have dislived a man:  
Nay, do not court me now, you never can  
Repair the breach. Dull lamps they may be cherish  
But there's no succour for a heart that's perished.  
You may deplore my fall, but not recover  
The blood you spilt; deaths fatal blow is over.  
And now behold I die, my senses reel,  
My human powers dissolove, I gently feel  
My soul departing to the sphere above,  
The low Elysium of terrestrial love.  
Bewail yourself, not me, for I am ceased:  
Yours is the crime, mine is eternal rest.  
These words he spoke, then with a doleful gasp,  
His soul and body death did soon unhasp.   

80. Furioso.  
MOnsieur Mundungo, in a three-soled hat,  
Lined with Louse-●kins, and a suit of that,  
One day came walking with a sword be his side,  
Along the meadows, where the man espied  
Two Rivals fighting for a Lass that stood  
Bleeding in sorrow, to behold, their blood.  
To these he Marched, as though he'd have devou●  
Both Lords and Lady too: Lord how he lowered!  
With ears like Midas, and a head as large.  
As Lugnals Chimney, or a Gravesend Barge.  
His neck like Atlas, and the fool expressed  
Deformed Tytius in his ugly breast.  
His gouty f●ogers were like miller's pegs:  
And great Colossus furnished him with legs.  
This mighty Monster armed (I'll assure ye)  
With hobnail tusks, oiled wing hellish fury,  
Accosts these Champions, vowing in a breath,  
To send their bodies to eternal death.  
But as he entered to oppose the play,  
He drew his sword, and stoutly run away.   

81. love's frailty.  
●Ove, thou are a false delight,  
Th' art shouldered up with blisses,  
●nded with golden kisses;  
●y holiday is night.  
●●e, thou art a wanton youth,  
●●d guilty of high treason  
●gainst the Prince of reason:  
●y target is untruth.  
●●e, those leering looks of thine  
●e gilt with feigned passion,  
●●t with dissimulation:  
●ttery's thy Brigandine.  
●●ve, thou art a subtle thief.  
●●at dost both rob and wound us,  
●●d many times confound us,  
●t giv'st us no relief.  
●●en Love avoid, and court my thoughts no more,  
●y birth if spurious, Venus is a whore.  
●ink not to trap me with thy sugared wiles▪  
●are not for thy frowns, nor weigh thy smiles:  
●he shall not please me, nor the other grieve me;  
●●auty shall neither wound, nor Love relieve me.   

82. The She Cockney.  
MY City dame fell sick, she sighed she wept▪  
She went to bed, she slumbered and she 〈◊〉  
She rose again, she fed, she walked, yet still  
Forsooth, my mistress was extremely ill.  
It pleased her fleeting fancy then to steer  
Her course into the fields, to see if there  
Her qualm might cease, yet still (poor soul) 〈◊〉  
Can meet with no cessation nor relief.  
Her tender foot steps to the fragrant bowers,  
She fed upon the fruits, she cropped the flowers,  
She went, she wept, she smiled, she sighed, yet 〈◊〉  
Forsooth, my Lady if extremely ill.  
Well, she retired to repose again  
Upon her downy bed, yet still the pain  
Attended her: Her pulse did loudly pelt;  
Whose verberation I am sure I felt,  
Which hardly she did, neither could she say  
What was her pain, or in what part it lay:  
But 'tis the mode, forsooth, and therefore still  
Our City Mistress i● extremely ill.   

83. Weak Love.  

1.  
BAse love that cannot hold  
A frown;  
●nd baser heart that is controlled,  
And thrown  
●●to despair at one denial,  
●●ou hast betrayed thee in thy trial.   

2.  
●●or heart that cannot bear  
Nor brook  
●ne vice, where many virtues are:  
Nor look  
●hrough's fingers at a venial error;  
He learned not this from C●pids mirror▪   

3.  
●oor soul that cannot rest  
A day  
From her being absent, nor digest  
Delay  
Of promise, though he knows it be  
Obstructed accidentally.   

4  
We know that girls will smile  
And lower▪  
Now th' are as pert as Camomile,  
Then sour:  
Who robs a Hive (loud fame doth sing)  
Must with the honey taste the sting.   

5.  
They'll crip, and rise again,  
And so  
Experience cries the best of men  
Will do:  
And shall we therefore not descry  
A fault and see it secretly?   

6.  
They'll promise much, 'tis true,  
And yet  
They are slack to pay: and will not you  
Do it?  
Come, come, revise yourself, you'll see  
Her vice is your epitome.    

84. Rosella Sleeping.  
BLow not Zephyrus in the least▪ give o'er  
Dexamine to dash against the shore.  
Advance thy trident, and put down thy billows;  
Oh Neptune buzz not in the muffled willows.  
Peace Hornets, music, is of no effect,  
Where dull eyed Morpheus holds the intellect.  
Then cease Canary-birds, and let her rest  
Breathing on me, while I breath on her breast;  
Whose balmy breath (so fragrant) shall refresh  
The mournful passion of my panting flesh;  
While her sweet eyelids, on her eyes laid down,  
Screen her poor lover from the torrid Zone.  
●●h is our walking in a summer's day,  
●●en cooler clouds mask Titan's fiery ●ay.  
●●en whistling Myrtles peace, refrain to shake,  
●ke not Rosella till Rosella wake.   

85. Minerva.  

1.  
AWay, away all you that be  
Of Cupid's gang; your sugared faces  
Are no magnetics unto me,  
I can detest your soft embraces:  
●eed not care to fly from you,  
●ave the Graces and the Muses too:   

2.  
Go Vulcan, go and tell thy tale,  
And show thy vices to another;  
Thou never shalt on me prevail,  
I've wit enough thy flames to smother.  
〈◊〉 can take pleasure void of you,  
●ave, &c.   

3.  
Go ruffling Courtiers, and salute  
Such as you know will fall before ye;  
No powdered hair nor Sunday suit  
Shall bribe Minerva to adore ye.  
I can take pleasure, &c.   

4.  
Go envi●s cursed whelps, and sit  
Where snaky Strigies use to dally:  
And you that spurn (like Zoilus) wit,  
Go rest you in Charybdis valley.  
I can rejoice in spite of you;  
I have the Graces and the Muses too.    

86. The Charm.  

1.  
COme my fairest, come my dearest,  
Come my dearest, come my fairest,  
Let's enjoy  
Cupid's pleasure  
In full measure,  
Since here's none but thee and I.   

2.  
Give me kisses, give me blisses,  
Give me blisses, give me kisses.  
Do not arise,  
Let us dally  
In love's valley,  
While Apollo shuts his eyed▪    

87. Rosella masked.  

1.  
●O have I seen cloud impair  
The azure Heavens, and the fair  
●●bition of the Prince o'th' air.   

2.  
●nd I have seen the Borean weather  
●eep all the clouds away together,  
●nd drive them to I know not whither.   

3.  
●ven so I've seen a Mask obscure  
●osella's cheek, and veil the pure  
●●lustrious blood her veins immure.   

4.  
●nd I have seen the veil has gone  
●nd disinvelloped that fair Sun,  
●s soon as I have breathed thereon.    

88 Tom telltruth.  

1.  
I Love not a cast in the eye,  
Nor lead in the edges of Knive●:  
I love not a man that will lie,  
Unless 't be with other men's wives.   

2.  
I love not the ribs of a Lark,  
I love not the brains of a Crow,  
I love not a Dog that will bark,  
Except he will bite also.   

3.  
I love not to sit on a bench  
While you put my foot in the Stocks,  
But I love a beautiful wench,  
Provided she has not the Pox.   

4.  
I care not for hunting the Hare,  
I care not for coursing the Coney.  
I care not for selling my wave,  
If I thought I should get no money.   

5.  
I care not for courting a Witch,  
Nor drinking of Milk when 'tis hairy.  
I care not for eating of Pitch;  
But I love to be drinking Canary.   

6.  
I love merry lads in my heart,  
That mirth with their honesty have:  
●as for a fool I care not a fart,  
●nd I cannot endure a knave.    

89. The Dejection.  

1.  
●Hy art thou chained to th' world? ca●st not remove  
A little higher to the orbs above?  
〈◊〉 slenderly dost thou thy stock improve?   

2.  
●y is thy heart contained in a snare?  
●at secret thought dulls fancy? Oh what are  
〈◊〉 thoughts enveloped with the clouds of care?   

3.  
〈◊〉 cam'st thou thus, what Cell-created news  
〈◊〉 down thy progress? what condition screws  
〈◊〉 genius to the post, and dulls my Muse?   

4.  
●●d down this fog, and let the beams of light  
〈◊〉 a light heart I mean) display their bright  
●ntial glories to disband the night.   

5.  
not within thyself, what life is this?  
〈◊〉 mirth is sadness, sorrow is thy bliss;  
●u liv'st below a man, and think'st amiss.    

90. O Yes!  
O Yes! O yes! O yes! If any man  
In City, Town, or Country can  
Tell tidings of my Love, that's fled  
Out of the warm and naked bed  
Last night, while I lay slumbering by her;  
Let him bring word unto the Crier,  
And for his labour he shall have  
As large requital as he'll crave.  
Her Characters be these; She's dressed  
With honesty, and that's the best  
Attire (I think) that Ladies wear.  
Prudence has pleated up her hair:  
As for her face, where e'er you spy  
A girl whose beauty blinds your eye,  
And wounds your heart, say that is she;  
And then conduct her safe to me:  
For till I find her I must trace  
Through all the thickets and the groves  
Where lovers use to look their loves.  
With Heroules I'll search the fountains,  
And make an echo in the mountains,  
For my fair one that's fled and hid;  
As he for his dear Hylas did.  
The torch of Cores I will borrow;  
I'll search to day and seek to morrow;  
Baulking no trouble, nor no pain.  
Till I have found her out again.  
〈◊〉 ●onder, yonder sure she stands  
〈◊〉 heavens, wringing both her hands.  
〈◊〉 that's not she too, 'tis a cloud  
〈◊〉 which poor Ixion once was proud.  
●m mistaken, I must leave,  
●d travel on, lest I deceive  
〈◊〉 hopes, and smother up my love,  
〈◊〉 will my search immortal prove.   

91. The Reply.  
ANd is she gone? Ah pity then!  
That she should ere return again  
〈◊〉 you (dull Clown) whose slumbering eye  
●●uld fall asleep when she lay by.  
●e was a jewel, it is true;  
●●d was esteemed so by you,  
●hen you had lost her. Learn you then,  
●●ver she return again,  
〈◊〉 keep her as a Gem of cost,  
●nd prize the Gem before it's lost.  
●t all my fear is, that you had  
Tytians' face. This is no lad  
●r fair Aurora; she will buss  
●ther the young spark Caephalus.  
●nd from her bed each morning fly  
〈◊〉 wanton in the southern sky.  
●●ntent you then with crazy age;  
●nd if the Nymphs of Cupid's stage  
Fly off from thence, this is the reason  
They love not faces out of season:  
Time-wasted flesh, and wrinkled brows  
Are no fit objects for their bows.  
Love's fresh and young, the like it loves,  
But snorting age it never moves.   

93. A Token.  
HEre take my heart, my heart and body too,  
Had I a greater gift I'd give it you.  

The Exception.  
COuld I but sink into your thoughts, and spy  
Your roving fancy in your rolling eye;  
I'd cast mine eyes upon't, and if I found  
Your love was loyal, and your heart was sound,  
I would accept them, but I dare not take  
Veiled Gems at venture, nor presume to make  
Such covered bargains. Leave your suit fond lover,  
Unless the gift you give you can uncover.   

Another Token.  
THat our affection may increase and shine,  
Let's change, give me thy heart, and thou 〈◊〉 mine   

The Exception.  
●Eep home your heart pray, and from me retire,  
'Tis more than my desert, or my desire.  
〈◊〉 be no changeling, 't would produce much dangers  
〈◊〉 turn acquaintance out, and put in strangers.  
〈◊〉 heart lives well, and does not care to move;  
●●y be content, I thank you for your love.    

94. The Station.  

1.  
COme fancy, and do not thou dabble  
Thy wings, nor the wit of thy Muse,  
●mong the sophisticate rabble  
〈◊〉 Judas', Doeg's and Jews.  
●y off from their modes, do not mingle  
Nor mix  
●y nature with theirs; tarry single,  
And fly from their tricks.   

2.  
●un the fraud of the Court, if you ken it,  
●nd from the loose Libertines fle●;  
●et be not so strict as Saint Bennet:  
●r that superstition would be.  
〈◊〉 sure thy designs they be stable  
And stout,  
And let them be invariable,  
Not like to the rout.   

3.  
Let Jesuits envy their Masses,  
And Recabites fall to their Wine:  
Let Puritans fly from their Lasses;  
And Atheists all be divine.  
Let Ranters lie down with the Sleepers;  
And then  
Let the zealous Pilgrims, and Weepers  
Turn laughers again.   

4.  
Let 'em chop, let 'em change, let 'em alter,  
Though one take the Crown for the oar:  
Though some the gold chain for the halter,  
And some the strappado for th' Whore.  
Though some 'stead of rags gather riches  
And fame;  
And some bewray their noble breaches:  
Yet I'll be the same.   

5.  
'Tis neither bad time, nor bad season  
Shall cut off the cords of my mirth:  
'Tis neither bad rhyme nor bid reason  
Shall spoil my design in the birth:  
Let every one change as he pleases:  
But yet  
●●●ther solace or sorrow increases,  
I'll not stir a bit.   

6.  
Science is clearly convicted  
●t all their intentions are vain:  
●refore I their folly relicted,  
〈◊〉 never will mind them again.  
●ow them, I felt them, I tried them  
At best.  
●e them not, but Semper Idem  
For ever I'll rest.    

95. Urbs infoelix.  

1.  
IF like a Mill my Harp did move,  
I need not use my fingers,  
Nor call for help from heaven above,  
Nor seek for earthly fingers.  
〈◊〉 streams of tears that from mine eyes gushed out,  
●uld be enough to turn the wheel about.   

2.  
I've searched each angle of thy soul,  
I've peep't through every cranny,  
I find beyond compare th' art foul,  
Thy vices are too many  
For tongue to tell to the intentive ears,  
Flowing as proudly as my brack●sh tears.   

3.  
I from my window cast mine eye,  
Where wanton girls were seen,  
All clothed with immodesty,  
And prides rich Magazine:  
Whose proud array, and prouder looks did tell  
Their journeys were in vain, their end was hell.   

4.  
Unhappy people, come refrain;  
Renew your so lowing years:  
Weep for your loss and for your gain,  
Till sin is drowned with tears.  
Your golden mines of Love and Peace are dumb,  
While leaden strife and envy take their room.    

96. The Iron Age.  

1.  
When Saturn dwelled in Italy,  
The Golden Age begun:  
But (Ah!) ere my nativity,  
The Golden Age was done.   

2.  
I've read how he sometimes would go  
And drink a pint of Wine  
●ith old Japetus, where they two  
Would tell a tale divine.   

3.  
They had their feasts of Love and Peace,  
Knitting their hearts in Vno:  
But now in stead of these, we be  
Like Heroules and Juno.   

4.  
To was after that Jove had bereaven  
His Father of his Crown,  
And had assumed the power of Heaven  
To be his only own.   

5.  
This revolution did produce  
An happy Scene of powers;  
And pleasure than was grown profuse:  
I wish the case were ours.   

6.  
But look where Pride doth sway the Stage.  
And Folly rules the Pagin,  
Th' event will be the Iron Age,  
As well you may imagine.    

97. The Bride Weeping.  

1.  
FLee blushing Sol, thy motion is too slow;  
And V●sper thou delaiest.  
Has night forgotten what she has to do,  
Or turned Loves bitter foe,  
And so will not make haste?  
Pity remorseless Gods, and see  
How the sweet girl has wept for ye.   

2.  
Lash on thy Nag dull Phoebus, and renew  
Vesper thy tardy pace;  
And lazy night lend your assistance too.  
We only wait your race,  
We only wait for you.  
See how she panteth for the sport,  
Her heart even breaks in longing for't.   

3.  
Peace wrong d girl, and rest a while content,  
Relief begins to spring:  
Darkness doth veil the brighter element.  
Bubo extends her wing,  
While day● birds cease to sing.  
Then peace my dear, and cease to cry,  
Thou shalt be eased by and by.    

98. The Passion.  
AH, woe is me! she turns aside,  
And still refuses:  
When I would kiss, I am denied  
With cold excuses.  
Ah me! I can receive no rest,  
But I must perish,  
Until her lips and mine con●est,  
My soul to cherish,  
But that I know she'll never do;  
She holds it evil.  
Then fare her well, and let her go  
Unto the devil.  
She that refuses my good will,  
And scorns my favour,  
I'll also scorn to woo her still,  
But let the devil have her.   

99 To Fate.  

1.  
TRead under Fate, be not destroyed,  
Rouse up again and live;  
Take courage and revive:  
Take reason for thy guide:  
Love's blind, and so is fortune, let them be  
Captains-Conducters to themselves, not me.   

2.  
Sigh not for sorrows past, refrain  
To let base fear control  
The sallies of thy soul:  
What privilege we gain  
By giving vantage unto sorrow, shall,  
If put into our eyes, not hurt at all.   

3.  
Adversity's of no effect  
To smother, or to bind  
A well disposed mind.  
Fleet Souls low Spheres neglect;  
And soaring to another Zone, they claim  
Fates upper hand, and wear the Crown of Fame.   

4.  
Come then my soul, and see thou go'st  
Into thyself, and there  
Survey what things you wear,  
Then get what you have lost.  
And armed with courage, to the world relate  
Thyself triumphant o'er the Tower of Fate.    

100 Confidence.  

1.  
COuld I imagine how I might  
Destroy my foes in thinking,  
Or draw their bloods by drinking,  
I'd stay at home, and in an Angle fight.   

2.  
Yet may I triumph o'er the times  
With my laborious Quill  
(While I myself sit still)  
With measured rhetoric, and melodious rhimes.   

3.  
Then arm thyself Urania,  
And flee to every Zone  
That Mortals trend upon.  
Surround the Globe, and in their fancies play.   

4.  
Sprout forth young sprig of tender Wit,  
Well fledged with Doric strains,  
Flee swiftly from my brains,  
And let the world see I'm not ●●rb'd by it.   

5.  
Grow Darts on thy ignoble Stem,  
That wisely may resist  
Each proud Antagonist;  
And tell thy foes thou w●lt not stoop to the●●    

101. The Check.  

1.  
BUt stay, lie down my soul,  
Lie down, (dear soul) and leave  
The world, corrupt and foul  
With vanity, and cleave  
Unto thyself, and like a Hermit, spend  
Thy days in silence, till thy days shall end.   

2.  
He sleeps in silver peace  
That in a Cell remains,  
Where altercations cease  
Both from his breast and brains.  
No revolution of the reeling State  
Can mend or mischief his monastic fate.   

3.  
No blustering blast that blows  
From rigid mouths of Kings;  
No poisoned surge that flows  
From worth-consuming springs  
Can drown his fortunes by their furious flashes,  
Or beat his walls down by their dismal dashes.   

The Counter Check.  
BUt stay (my soul) th' art born  
A burning Taper bright,  
Whose luster should adorn  
Thy neighbour and the night.  
Then spread thy beams, and he that shall despise  
T' embrace thy light, may it burn out his eyes.    

102. Sack-Drawers.  

1.  
YOu Swains of the Deity ruling the Vines,  
Why hang ye your heads and decline in your spirits?  
What! can ye not meet in the strength of the wines,  
The high supposition that Bacchus inherits?  
The Calling you follow  
Is allowed by Apollo,  
Where he and his Muses do feed:  
And ye are all Gentlemen Drawers indeed.   

Ye are all better than Princes, all heavenly heirs,  
The honey-lip●Bacchus (a God) is your father;  
But some have the Devil, the Devil for theirs.  
Then are ye not worthy and reverend rather?  
Your Function's a treasure of solace and pleasure,  
As it by the Gods was decreed.  
And ye are all. &c.   

3.  
Each day is a Holiday full of delight;  
No Antidote like unto Wine against sorrow,  
We sing and we play and are wanton to night,  
Which mirth doth increase and is doubled to morrow  
With singing and laughing,  
With drinking and quaffing,  
Our fancies we fleece and we feed,  
For we are all, &c.   

4.  
And are we not company fit for the best  
Of Nobles and Gallants that tread on the centre?  
With them we confer, we comply and contest,  
Which doth to our profit arise peradventure.  
Our ways do present us  
All things that content us;  
There's nothing at all that we need.  
And we are all, etc,   

5.  
We eat of the best, and we drink of as good,  
A dish of Ambrosia each day is prepared;  
And also to nourish our hearts and our blood,  
Nepenthe and Nectar is liberally shared.  
Our Tenches and Sammons.  
Our wenches and Gammons,  
Canary our Cod-pieces bleed.  
Then are we all Gentlemen Drawers indeed.   

6.  
Our Rent is prepared, our Taxes are paid,  
No secular action doth cause us to alter,  
And he that is bent to repine at our Trade,  
As well when he's hanged may rail at his halter.  
Let no man upbraid us,  
Since heaven bathe made us  
Mechanic to rule and exceed.  
For we are all, &c.   

7.  
Then let the dumb Stoic do all that he can,  
We live by our Melody, he by his mettle.  
A fig for the Rechabite, and Puritan,  
Whose head is as round and as dull as a Beetle:  
I ever will follow  
The drink of Apollo,  
Ejecting the juice of the weed.  
And we are all Gentlemen Drawers indeed.    

103. Her Endowments.  
MY Mistress must be spiced with pride,  
And not corrupt with silthy scorn;  
She must be wanton too beside,  
Yet not too much for fear o'th' horn.  
She must not be as others are,  
Either too foolish or too wise:  
She must be near, but not too fair,  
Left her bright luster blind my eyes.  
I care not for rich clothes or coin:  
'Tis feigned love that sues for stock.  
But where I fix this love of mine,  
I'll love my Mistress in her smock.   

104. Grief.  

1.  
AWay (thou gnawing worm) fond grief.  
Away from me, away.  
Thy absence is my sweet relief,  
Then flee without delay;  
He that gives way to woe and sorrow,  
May grieve to day, and mourn to morrow.   

2.  
Go now into another Zone,  
Where mortal brains are light,  
And press them down; I've need of none  
Since I have felt thy weight.  
He that shall change his frown for laughter,  
May laugh to day, and sing hereafter.   

3.  
●rid you both, and know you well;  
But do not like you so;  
A light heart has no parallel,  
But oh the pangs of woe!  
Yet Woe, the heart can never shoot,  
If Thought be not the Porter to't.   

4.  
Then get the touchstone which may turn  
All dross and dregs to gold.  
When grief begins in you to burn.  
Let fancy make it cold:  
Know either peace, or blustering passion.  
Arises from th' imagination.   

5.  
Suppose you then that all is good,  
And in that thought r●pose:  
This will allay that fiery blood  
Which in thy body flows.  
And mark me now (for this is chief)  
Nothing on earth requireth grief.   

6.  
If accident should chance to fall,  
It falls from heaven above.  
Then let no poverty or thrall,  
Your soaring spirits move.  
Nothing but sin can grief require,  
Then grieve for sin, else grief expire.    

55. A Quiet Mind.  

1.  
IN midst of plenty only to embrace  
Calm patience, is not worthy of your praise;  
But he that can look sorrow in the face  
And not he daunted, he des●rves the bays.  
This is prosperity, when e'er we find  
A heavenly solace in an earthly mind.   

2.  
Let Croesus then with drossy coin depress  
His heavy heart, while mine to heaven flies;  
He lies tormented in a deep distress,  
Whiles I am regent in the throne of joys.  
Oh here is happiness, when men can find  
An empty pocket, and a thankful mind.   

3.  
Estates are fetters, if they are not blended  
With charity, and not too much of care:  
Hence is the soul not bettered but offended;  
Riches with reason is a jewel rare.  
Yet poor or rich be quiet, and you'll find  
No blessing level to a quiet mind.    

106. Love stealing his Mistress.  

1.  
HAnd in hand, and heart in heart,  
We will secretly depart,  
(While the Dogs and Cocks and crow's  
Nature calleth to repose.)  
To the valley,  
Where Venus' use to dally.  
Come away,  
Leave relations all at home,  
Make conceit oblivions pray.  
It's no thest to steal love's pleasure,  
Or to rob its golden treasure,  
Then prepare thyself, and come  
To Cupid's dark Elysium,  
Where we'll take a thousand kisses,  
Searching out more secret blisses.   

2.  
Let invention frame excuses,  
Love and Ladies have their Muses.  
Wanton Cupid though he's blind,  
Can a thousand crotchets find  
To excuse thee,  
While I gently use thee.  
Let us fly  
(Silent as the subtle Crane●  
Over Taurus) through the sky,  
To the Park of Venus, where  
I will soon hunt down my Dear,  
Tracing thy Meandring veins,  
To take pleasure for my pains.  
There I'll hunt thee down with laughter,  
Shooting not before, but after.    

107. A Health.  
HEre's a health to her, whose Power  
Surmounteth all the rest,  
To her that only I adore,  
To her I fancy best,  
To her that can with subjects fill  
My nimble Brains, or empty Quill,  
And furnish me with sense divine;  
It is this noble glass of Wine.  
Let others fancy whom they please,  
Their poor and feeble Mistresses;  
Yet I will still embrace the Cup  
Brim full of Sack, and hug it up.   

108. The Exaltation.  

1.  
A Rout, a rout my fancy cries,  
If reason shall give way to't,  
I know not what to say to't.  
Then wake sublimer thoughts, and rise,  
Help me quickly,  
I am sickly,  
Despair is come, and pleasure dies,   

2.  
But yet methinks it should not do't,  
Hast thou no more discretion?  
Then hark to my expression,  
And it will be a fair recruit.  
Disinherit  
Thy dull spirit  
Of such thoughts as make it mute.   

3.  
Rear up the downfalls of thy heart.  
Remit both care and sorrow  
To day before to morrow.  
This is a melancholy smart,  
From which college  
All the knowledge  
We derives not worth a fart.   

4.  
Sweep down the Cobwebs of despair,  
Shake hands with inbred pleasure,  
Dive in light fancies treasure;  
And bid your heaviness forbear.  
Be oblivious  
(Not sascivious)  
Of your folly, not your prayer.   

5.  
Drink down disasters, wash away  
The filth of all misfortune,  
And to the Gods importune,  
That Bacchus power may not decay.  
'Tis Sack and Claret  
That will carry't  
When the world shall say you nay.   

6.  
Reject times errors, such as steer  
The conscience to perdition:  
As envy and ambition.  
Shun Lady-lust, if she appear,  
And do not dally  
In her valley,  
Neither seek for Venus there.   

7.  
Your cordial help and your redress,  
Your strength and sure assistance,  
Which is not at a distance)  
●rink that from the Grape we press.  
Then do not vary  
From Canary;  
'Tis your help and happiness.    

109. Reality.  
CAst off conceit a while, lay fancy by.  
And clear thy pockets of Hyperbolic.  
This done (my Genius) court me, and declare  
What worthy creatures all your Women are.  
Women are sugared Pills, the baits of Gins,  
●●xt with corruption, and a world of sins.  
Man wins the day, but Woman bears the same:  
Th' are Maps of Modesty but 〈◊〉 the same.  
Deluding Devils in the garb of Saints;  
Built of corruption, beautisied with paints,  
Whom nature sent (though art did them attire)  
Like Samson's Foxes, to set all on fire.   

110. The Ultimum vale.  
I Shall not beg your praise, nor spend my breath  
In expectation of a Laurel wreath.  
Read and give judgement, be it good or ill,  
All's one to me, I'll not confine my Quill  
Unto such servile labour, as to measure  
Out this Lord's humour, or that Lady's pleasure,  
I write my downright fancy, and I bend  
Not for the fear of Foe, or love of Friend.  
FINIS.