VERA EFFIGIES Joannis GAMBLE PHILOMUSICI  
This to the Graver owes; By his own hand, But read and Find a most Harmonious Mind. T. Cross sculpsit I: S:    

Airs AND DIALOGUES (To be Sung to the THEORBO-LUTE Or BASS-VIOL.)  
BY JOHN GAMBLE.  Horat. Od. 2. 10. 
— Quondam cithara tacentem  
Suscitat Musam, neque semper Arcum  
Tendit Apollo.  
LONDON, Printed by W. Godbid for Humphrey Mosley at the Princes-Arms In St. Paul's churchyard, 1657.   

To the worthy of all Honour, THOMAS STANLEY, Esq  
SIR,  
You have been a merciful Creditor in the trust of these inestimable Poems, so long with me, a person inconsiderable; But I beseech you think I have been sensible of the great obligation, and always thought it a less trespass to break with all the world, then by the least forgetfulness of my duty, make an unhappy forfeit of myself to your displeasure.  
Sir, I have brought home your Principal, and though it be a thing beneath your generous expectation, to look at profit, yet I thought it became my justice to tender you a small interest, the endeavours of my poor Art, to wait upon it: I acknowledge it a bold undertaking, to compose your Words (which are so pure harmony in themselves) into any other music; But it was not in my ambition, or hope to mend the least Accent or Emphasis which they received from your own numerous Soul, but to essay, how near, a whole life spent in the study of Musical Compositions, could imitate the flowing and natural Graces, which you have created by your fancy.  
I have only to say, If my zeal have not stained what you have excellently made, I will not despair of your pardon; and if any thing herein (the well-meant tender of my service) may obtain your smile & permission, I shall be confirmed in my thoughts that I may still write myself  
SIR, The most humble and faithful of your Servants, John Gamble.   

To the Noble, Few, Lovers of music.  
My Lords and Gentlemen,  
THE soft Relations and sympathy that this Princess of all Arts hath with the harmony of your Souls, had even imposed upon my Faith I had committed Rape upon these Papers, which long ere this on their own Wings, had One by One, hovered o'er, and dropped into your generous Breasts for Patronage, and anticipated this my present Service and Devotion. But I forbade all single Flights, and by degrees caged each Linnet up, till she had learned her Lesson, and I completed the whole Consort, full and entire; which as it is, together with the whole aviary, I most humbly Sacrifice to your Mercy and Delight. Fourscore and six, a Jolly pleasant Band! all of one true Phoebean Strain, yet each distinctly taught her several Grace, only to Court your various Ear and fancy.  
My Lords and Gentlemen; I only wish you the same Kind, Genuine Joy in the Hearing of these seraphic Poems, as the most Noble Author had in the Writing, the World in Reading, and myself in the Composing of them; and then I'm confident, music will have wrought a greater Wonder, then to animate with Sense Plants and Vegetables; that is, to surprise and take in Refined and Abstracted Spirits, which is a holy Invasion upon Heaven.  
But I detain you too long in the Porch with these loud Instruments, the Soft choir waits you within; Please you vouchsafe your favourable Thoughts, whilst I in all Humility submit myself  
My Lords and Gentl. Your most grateful Servant, John Gamble.   

To his Friend THOMAS STANLEY, Esq On his ODES Set and Published By Mr. John GAMBLE.  
STANLEY the Darling of Apollo, you  
That make at once both Verse and music too;  
So sweet a Master of so sweet a Muse,  
Whom not to name with honour, were t' abuse.  
How your words flow! How sweetly do they chime,  
When your pure Couplets do embrace in rhyme!  
How quick, how lovely, and how full of sense  
Your fancy is, and all that springs from thence!  
Which Gamble has enliu'ned by his Art,  
And breathed an Active Soul through every part:  
And so deduced your Mind to us, that we  
May feast our Ears and Souls with rarity.  
How much to You, how much to Him we owe,  
We can conceive, but cannot make you know;  
Nor have we thanks proportioned to your worth,  
You that did make, and He that set them forth,  
In such a lively Dress too, we admire  
What we can't praise, what we can't do, Desire;  
And therefore turn our praises into prayers,  
That You'll make more such Odes, He more such airs.  Alexander Broome.  

On my Friend Mr. John GAMBLE His excellent Composition of the Songs and Dialogues of THOMAS STANLEY, Esq  
MAN is composed of harmony, each Sense  
Moves by a spherical Intelligence;  
Such as have small Skill in Articulate Notes,  
Yet, as their Ears do like, can give their Votes;  
And by that Judgement I am ●ed (my Friend)  
On thy Just Merits some few Lines to spend:  
Here, thou hast played the Cunning chemist, fixed  
Mercurial-Notes to Words, so aptly mixed,  
So wedded to each Accent, Sense, and Feet;  
They like two Bodies in one centre meet:  
The Elements of Fire and Air here kiss,  
Without Confusion, by Hypothesis,  
Unto the muse's Lamp thou addest oil,  
By thy Elaborate-Skill, Ingenious toil:  
Plato by Numbers Mounted Heaven, and we  
Have no less Ladder thus inspired by Thee;  
we that have Souls! no undigested Stuff,  
Like th' dunghil-cock that Struts after Sir— Buff;  
Let such embrace their Chaos, with it sink,  
Discord to them's as good as Meat and Drink;  
While we Three Regions 'bove Them sit, and Praise  
Thy Concord in these snarling-dogged-days.  Jo. Tatham.  

To my Noble Kinsman THOMAS STANLEY, Esq On his lyric Poems Composed by Mr. John GAMBLE.  

I.  
WHat means this stately tablature,  
The balance of thy strains?  
Which seems in stead of sifting pure  
T' extend and Rack thy veins:  
Thy Odes first their own harmony did break,  
For Singing 'troth is but in Tune to speak.   

II.  
Nor thus thy Golden Feet and Wings  
May it be thought false harmony  
't Ascend to heaven by Silver Strings,  
This is Vrania's heraldry;  
Thy Royal Poem now we may extol,  
And truly, Lun● blazoned upon Sol.   

III.  
As when Amphion first did Call  
Each listening Stone from's Den,  
And with the Lute did form the Wall,  
But with his Words, the Men;  
So in their twisted Numbers now you thus  
Not only Stocks persuade, but Ravish us.   

IV.  
Thus do your airs echo o'er  
The Notes and anthems of the Spheres,  
And their whole Consort back restore,  
As if Earth too would bless Heavens Ears:  
But yet the spokes on which they scaled so High  
Gamble hath wisely laid of UT, RE, MI.   Richard Lovelace.  

On the Excellent Poems of Tho. Stanley, Esq Composed by Mr. John GAMBLE.  

Wrapped in like Numbers (could th' hushed world but hear  
Th' above abstracted harmony) Such Words  
Th' Octave Intelligence sings to his sphere,  
When all th' Astonomers trembling Lines turn Chords.   

Thus the Mean choir of Movers roll in Tone  
Their Crystal Tenor-Orbs to the consent,  
This Base the Gammut Heaven of the Moon  
Echoes the G-Sol-Re-UT Firmament.   

Like which the nobler poesy consignes  
Love Heat, and Beauty beams to Touch and Sight;  
Now strung with rhapsody, th' Harmonious Lines  
Have taught the Ear burn, and admire what's bright.   

As if the King of Song had tuned his rays,  
Make Souls turn Kindred Numbers, and reply  
Transport and Rapture, as th' untouched Chord plays,  
Who moves the Diapason Sympathy.   

And all the Muses Hover in each air,  
Air that they breath; Muses not yet concerned  
In poesy by that name (though Nine were there)  
Not from the Poem, but the music learned.   

For when they were but girls, could yet not spell  
Their are Alphabet, they could talk rhyme,  
And Tales of Love, and right scanned Fancies tell,  
Though not with Fingers, but with fears kept Time.   

Till they from untaught Strokes, and used to Twang  
O'er all the Fathers sleeping untuned Lyre,  
Began to wonder what it was he Sang,  
So by degrees Consorted into choir.   

Clio, Urania, had no name beside  
Th' godfather gave at the Fount Hippocrene  
Muse, the addition of Maturer pride  
Enured like State noise Princess and the Queen.   

But since the god assents, both Artists treat  
Th' hills royal Parcener, thus She does choose  
Both Favourites Consorts to the lawful Sheet,  
Or● as She's Clio, th' other as the Muse.   Jo. Redmayne.  

To my much honoured cousin Mr. Stanley, Upon his Poems set by Mr. John GAMBLE.  

I.  
ENough, Enough, of Orbs and Spheres,  
Reach me a Trumpet or a Drum,  
To sound sharp synnets' in your Ears,  
And Beat a Deep Encomium.   

II.  
I know not th' Eight Intelligence;  
Those that do understand it, Pray  
Let them step thither, and from thence  
Speak what they all do Sing or Say:   

III.  
Nor what your Diapasons are,  
Your Sympathies and Symphonies;  
To me they seem as distant far  
As whence they take their Infant rise.   

IV.  
But I've a grateful Heart can ring  
A peal of Ordnance to your praise,  
And Volleys of small Plaudits bring  
To cloud a Crown about your bays.   

V.  
Though laurel is thought Thunder-free,  
That Storms and Lightning Disallows,  
Yet Caesar through Fire and Sea  
Snatched her to twist his Conquering Brows.   

VI.  
And now methinks like him you stand  
I' th' head of all the poets host,  
Whilst with your Words you do Command,  
They silent do their Duty Boast.   

VII.  
Which done, the Army echoes o'er  
Like Gamble Ios One and all,  
And in their various Notes implore  
Long live our noble general.   Dudley Posthumus Lovelace.  

On Mr. Gamble's Composing of Mr. Stanley's Incomparable ODES.  
SUre when this Lyre was touched, fit Words  
Did Dance in Order to the Chords;  
And Lines in harmony thus strung  
Rise sprightly Cap'ring on the Tongue;  
We that but read with hoarser throats,  
Do yet disturb them into Notes;  
And who Repeats, unwitting Sings,  
As echoes rise from Jangled Strings:  
So The●an Walls by batteries soon  
As Shaken, totter into Tune;  
And Instruments that screwed stand,  
Sound, Struck by an unwilling Hand:  
So a but peradventure Fall  
Awakes the sleeping Harpsychall,  
Which since the Artist angered last  
Lay lulled in its own music fast.  
Here's no disordering the fair Mind,  
Unruly matter up to bind,  
Until the too much forced Zones  
snapped, Knit in short Ellisions;  
No Crowded words in Huddle meet,  
That shuffle on uneven Feet,  
And struggling labour in their Pains,  
As if the Verse were paced in Chains.  
The ve●y Syllables as Clear  
Passed (as their airs now) through the Ear;  
And He that made the Essence whole,  
Cannot distinguish which is soul,  
Where one informs the other, They  
So mix in their unbodied Play.  Eldred Revet.  


I. The Return.  
BEauty whose soft magnetic chains nor time not absence can untie,  
Thy power the narrow bounds disdains of Nature or philosophy;  
That canst by unconfined Laws, a motion, though at distance; cause.   

II.  
Drawn by the powerful Influence  
Of thy bright eyes, I back return:  
And since I nowhere can dispense  
With flames which do in absence burn,  
I rather choose twixt them t' expire,  
Then languish in a hidden fire.   

III.  
But if thou the insulting pride  
Of vulgar beauties dost despise,  
Who by vain triumphs deified  
Their votaries do sacrifice,  
Then let those flames, whose magic charm  
At distance scorched, approached, but warm.    


I. The Answer.  
BEauty thy harsh imperious chains, as a scorned weight I here untie;  
since thy proud Empire those disdains, of reason or Philosophy:  
That wouldst within tyrannic laws, confine the power of each free Cause.   

II.  
Forced by the powerful Influence  
Of thy disdain, I back return;  
Thus with those fl●mes I do dispense,  
Which though they would not, light did burn,  
And rather will through cold expire,  
Then languish in a frozen fire.   

III.  
But whilst I the insulting pride  
O● thy vain beauty do despise,  
Who gladly would be deified  
By making me thy sacrifice▪  
May Love thy Heart, which is his Charm,  
Approached, seemed cold; at distance, warm.    


WHen, cruel Fair one, I am slain, by thy disdai●; and, as a Trophy of thy  
scorn, to some old tomb am born; thy fetters must their power bequeathe to  
those of death; nor c●n thy flame immortal burn, like monumental fires within  
an urn; Thus freed from thy proud Empire, I shall prove, there is  
more liberty in Death then Love.   

II.  
And when forsaken Lovers come  
To see my tomb,  
Take heed thou mix not with the crowd,  
And (●s a Victor) proud  
To view the spoils thy beauty made  
Press near my shade,  
Lest thy too cruel breath or name  
Should f●n my ashes back into a flame,  
And thou, devoured by this revengeful fire,  
His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire.   

III.  
But if cold Earth, or Marble must  
Conceal my dust,  
Whilst hid in some dark ruins, I  
Dumb and forgotten lie,  
The pride of all thy victory  
Will sleep with me;  
And they who should attest thy Glory,  
Will, or forget, or not believe this story:  
Then to increase thy Triumph, let me rest,  
Since by ●ine Eye slain, buried in thy breast.    


CElinda, by what potent Art, or unresisted charm, dost thou thine ear and  
frozen heart against my passion arm; or by what hidden influence, of powers  
in one combined, dost thou rob love of either sense, made deaf as well as blind.   

II.  
Sure thou as friends united haste  
Two distant Deities  
And Scorn within thy Heart hast placed  
And Love within thine Eyes.  
Or those soft Fetters of thy Hair  
A bondage that disdains  
All Liberty, doth guard thy Ear  
Free from all other chains.   

III. The Close.  
Then my Complaint, how canst thou hear; or I this passion fly; since  
thou imprisoned haste thine ear, and not confined thine eye.    


when I lie burning in thine eye, or freezing in thy breast, what Martyrs  
in wished flames that die, are half so pleased or blessed? when thy soft accents  
through mine ear, into my soul do fly; what Angel would not quit his  
sphere, to hear such harmony?   

II.  
Or when the kiss thou gav'st me last  
My soul stole in its breath,  
What life would sooner be embraced  
Then so desired a death?  
When I commanded am by thee,  
Or by thine eyes or hand;  
What Monarch would not prouder be  
To serve, then to command.   

The Close.  
III. Then think no freedom I desire, or would my fetters leave, since phoenix.  
like I from this fire both life and youth receive.    


FAvonius, the milder breath o'th' Spring, when proudly bearing on his  
softer wing, rich odours, which from the Panchean Groves, he steals, as  
by the phoenix pyre he moves, pro●usely doth his sweeter theft dispense  
to the next Roses blushing innocence; but from the grateful flower a  
richer sent he back receives than he unto it lent.   

II.  
Then laden with his odours richest store,  
He to thy breath hasts, to which these are poor;  
Which whilst he spor●ively to steal essa●es,  
He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee plays.  
And sometimes coo●ing thy soft cheek doth lie,  
And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye;  
Drawn in at last by that breath we implore,  
He back returns, far sweeter than before.   

The Close.  
And rich by being robbed, in Thee he ●inds, the burning sweets of  
Pyres, the cool of Winds.    


SO fair Aurora doth herself discover, ashamed o'th' aged bed of her cold Lover,  
in modest blushes, whilst the treacherous light betrays her early shame to the  
World's sight. Such a brigh● colour doth the morning rose diffuse, when  
she her soft self doth disclose half drowned in dew, whilst on each leaf a tear  
of night doth like a dissolved pearl appear.   

II.  
Yet 'twere in vain a colour out to seek  
To p●r●lell my Chariessa's Cheek,  
Less are conferred with greater, and these seem  
To blush like her, not she to blush like them,  
But whence fair soul this passion what pretence  
Had guilt to stain thy spotless innocence;  
Those only this feel who have guilty been,  
Nor any blushes know but who know sin.   

The Close.  
Then blush no more, bl●sh no more, but let thy chaster flame that knows no  
cause know no effects of shame.    


ON this swelling bank once proud, of its burden Doris lay; here she smiled and  
did uncloud those bright Suns eclipse the day; here we sat, and with kind  
Art she about me twined her arms, clasped in hers my hand and  
heart fettered in those pleasing charms.   

II.  
Hear my Love and Joys she crowned,  
Whilst the hours stood still before me,  
With a killing glance did wound,  
And a melting kiss restore me.  
On the down of either breast,  
Whilst with joy my soul retired,  
My reclining head did rest,  
Till her lips new life inspired.   

The Close.  
III. Thus renewing of these sights, doth with grief and pleasure fill me, and the  
thought of these delights, both at once revive and kill me.    


I prithee let my heart alone, since now 'tis raised above thee; not all the  
beauty thou dost own again can make me love thee. He that was shipwrackt  
once before by such a Sirens call, and yet neglects to shun the shore, deserves  
his second fall.   

II.  
Each flattering kiss, each tempting smile  
Thou dost in vain bestow,  
Some other Lovers might begui●e  
Who not thy falsehood know.  
But I am proof against all art,  
No vows shall e'er persuade me  
Twice to present a wounded heart  
To her that hath betrayed me.   

The Close.  
Could I again be brought to love thy form, though more divine,  
I might thy scorn as justly move, as now thou sufferest mine.    


LOve what tytanick laws must they obey, who bow beneath thy uncontrolled  
sway; or how unjust will that harsh Empire prove, forbids to hope, and  
yet commands to love: Must all are to thy hell condemned sustain a  
double torture of despair and pain; is't not enough vainly to hope and woo,  
that thou shouldst thus deny that vain hope too.   

II.  
It were some hope Ixion-like to fold  
The empty air, or feed on thoughts that's cold▪  
But if thou to my passion this deny,  
Thou mayst be starved to death as well as I.  
For how can thy pale sickly flame burn clear,  
When death and old despair inhabit here?  
Then let thy dim heat warm, or else expire;  
Dissolve this frost, or let that quench the fire.   

The Close.  
Thus let me not desire, or else possess; neither or both are equal happiness.    


DElay! Alas there cannot be to Love a greater tyranny: those cruel  
Beauty's that have slain their Votaries by their disdain, or studied torments  
sharp and witty, will be recorded for their pity, and after-ages be misled  
to think them blind, when this is spread.   

II.  
Of deaths the speedyest is Despair,  
Delays the slowest torments are:  
Thy cruelty at once destoys  
But expectation starves my joys:  
Time and Delay, may bring me past  
The power of Love to cure, at last;  
And shouldst thou wish to ease my pain,  
Thy pity might be lent in vain.   

The Close.  
Or if thou hast decreed that I must be beneath thy cruelty: Oh kill me  
soon, thou wilt express more mercy even in showing less.    


I.  
prithee trouble me no more; I will drink, be mad, and roar: Alcmae'on  
and Orestes grew mad, when they their Mothers slew: but I no man having  
Killed am with hurtless fury filled;   

II.  
Hercules with madness struck;  
Bent his Bow, his Quiver shook;  
Ajax mad, did fiercely wield  
Hector's Sword, and grasped his Shield:  
I nor Spear nor Target have,  
But this Cup (my weapon) wave:   

The Close. III.  
crowned with roses, thus for more Wine I call, drink, dance, and roar.    


I.  
ROses (Loves delight) let's join to the red cheeked God of Wine: Roses  
crown us, while we laugh, and the juice of Autumn quaff: Roses of all  
Flowers the King; Roses the fresh pride o'th' spring:   

II.  
Joy of every deity;  
Love, when with the graces he  
For the Ball himself disposes,  
Crowns his golden hair with Roses.  
Circling then with these our brow  
We'll to Bacchus' Temple go:   

The Close. III.  
There some willing Beauty lead, and a youthful measure tread.    


I.  
FOolish Lover go and seek for the Damask of the Rose, or the lilies  
white dispose, to adorn thy Mistress cheek; steal some star out of the  
sky, rob the phoenix, and the East of her wealthy sweets divest, to enrich her  
Breath or eye.   

II.  
We thy borrowed pride despise  
For this wine to which we are  
Votaries, is richer far  
Than her che●ks, or breath, or eyes:  
And should that coy fair one view  
These diviner beauties, she  
In these fl●mes would rival thee,  
And be taught to love thee too.   

III.  
Come then break thy wanton chain,  
That when this brisk wine hath spread  
On thy paler cheek a red,  
Thou like us mayst love disdain:  
Love, thy power must yield to wine;  
And whilst thus ourselves we arm,  
Boldly we defy thy charm,  
For these flames distinguish thine.    


I.  
DEar, back my wounded heart restore, and turn away thy powerful eyes;  
Flatter my willing Soul no more, Love cannot hope what Fate denies; take  
take away thy smiles and kisses; thy Love wounds deeper than disdain,  
for he that sees the heaven he misses, sustains two hells of loss and pain.   

II.  
Shouldst thou some others suit prefer,  
I might return thy scorn to thee,  
And learn apostasy of her  
Who taught me first idolatry.  
Or in thy unrelenting breast  
Should I disdain or coyness move,  
He by thy hate might be released,  
Who now is prisoner to thy love.   

III.  
Since then unkind Fate will divorce  
Those whom Affection long united,  
Be thou as cruel as this force,  
And I in death shall be delighted.  
Thus whilst so many Suppliants woe  
And beg, they may thy pity prove,  
I only for thy scorn do sue,  
'Tis charity here not to love.    


I.  
SInce Fate commands me hence, and I must leave my soul with thee, and die  
Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall a tear to crown my Funeral, that I may  
tell my grieved heart, Thou art unwilling we should part; and  
Martyrs that embrace the fire shall with less joy than I expire.   

II.  
With this last ●iss I will bequeathe  
My soul transfused into thy breath;  
Whose active heat shall gently slide  
Into my breast, and there reside:  
And may in spite of Fate thus blessed  
Be in this death of heaven possessed:  
Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see  
Love hath more power than destiny.    

(17 Song.)  

CHide, chide no more; Away, the fleeting daughters of the day;  
nor with impatient thoughts outrun the lazy Sun, not think the hours do  
move to slow del●y is kind, and we too soon shall find, that which we  
seek, yet fear to find.   

II.  
The mystic dark decrees  
Unfold not of the Destinies,  
Nor boldly seek to antedate  
The Laws of Fate:  
Thy anxious search a while forbear,  
Suppress thy haste,  
And know that time at last  
Will crown thy hope, or fix thy fear.    

(Song 18.)  

FOol take up thy shaft again, if thy store thou profusely spend in vain;  
who can furnish thee with more? Throw not then away thy darts, on  
impenetrable hearts.   

II.  
Think not thy pale flame can warm  
Into ●ears,  
Or dissolve the snowy charm  
Which her frozen bosom wears,  
That exposed unmelted lies  
To the bright suns of her eyes.   

III.  
But since thou thy power hast lost,  
Nor canst fire  
Kindle in that breast, whose frost  
Doth these flames in mine inspire,  
Nor to thee but Her I'll s●e,  
That disdains both me and you.    


I.  
THough when I loved thee thou wert fair, thou art no longer so; those glories  
all the pride they wear unto opinion owe; Beauties, like stars in borrowed  
lustre shine, and 'twas my love that gave thee thine.   

II.  
The flames that dwelled within thine eye,  
Do now, with mine, expire;  
Thy brightest Graces fade and die  
At once with my desire;  
Loves fires thus mutual influence return,  
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.   

III.  
Then (proud Celinda) hope no more  
To be implored or wooed;  
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore  
The wealth my love bestowed;  
And thy despised Disdain too late shall find  
That none are fair but who are kind.    

Song 20.  

WHen dearest Beauty thou shalt pay thy sith and my vain hope away, to  
some dull Soul that cannot prize or know the worth of that thou dost bestow;  
least with thy sighs and tears I might disturb thy unconfined delight;  
to some dark shade I will retire and there forgot by all, expire.   

II.  
Thus whilst the diffierence thou shalt prove,  
Betwixt a feigned and real Love,  
Whilst he, more h●ppy, but less true,  
Shall●e●p those joyes● did pursue,  
And with those pleasures crowned be  
By F●te, which love designed for me  
Then thou perhaps thyself wilt find▪  
Cruel too ●ong, or too soon kind.    

Song 21.  

THink not pale Lover he who dies burnt in the flames of Celia's eyes,  
is unto Love a sacrifice.   

II.  
Or by the merit of this pain  
Thou shalt the crown of Martyrs gain  
Those hopes are as thy passion vain.   

III.  
For when by death from these flames free  
To greater thou condemned shalt be,  
And punished for idolatry.   

IV.  
Since thou Loves Votary before,  
Whilst she was kind dost him no more  
But in his shrine disdain adore.   

V.  
Nor will this fire the gods prepare  
To punish scorn that Cruel fair  
Thou now from flames exempted spare.   

VI.  
But as together both shall die,  
Both burnt alike in flames shall lie,  
She in thy heart, thou in her eye.    

(22.)  

TOrment of absence and delay, that thus afflicts my memory, Why  
dost thou kill me every day, yet will not give me leave to die: Why  
dost thou suffer me to live? All hope of life in life denying; or to my  
patience tortures give, never to die, yet ever dying.   

II.  
To fair Narcissa's brighter eyes,  
I was by love's instruction guided,  
A happiness I long did prize,  
But now am from their light divided.  
Favours and gifts my Suit obtained,  
But envious Fate would now destroy them;  
Which if to lose I only gained,  
What greater pain then to enjoy them.    

Song 23.  

I.  
I Will not trust thy tempting graces, or thy deceitful charms; nor  
Prisoner be to thy embraces, or fettered in thy arms; no Celia, no,  
not all thy art can wound or captivate my heart.   

II.  
I will not gaze upon thy Eyes,  
Or wanton with thy Hair,  
Lest those should burn me by surprise,  
Or these my soul ensnare:  
Nor with those smiling dangers play,  
Or fool my liberty away.   

III.  
Since than my wary heart is free,  
And unconfined as thine,  
If th●u wouldst mine should captive be,  
Thou must thine own re●igne,  
And gratitude may thus move more  
Than Love or Beauty could before.    


I.  
YOu that unto your Mistress eyes your hearts do sacrifice, and offer sighs or  
tears at love's rich shrine, renounce with me th' idolatry, nor this infernal  
power esteem divine.   

II.  
The Brand, the Quiver, and the Bow,  
Which we did first bestow,  
And he as tribute wears from every Lover,  
I back again  
From him have ta'en,  
And the Impostor now unveiled discover.   

III.  
I can the feeble child disarm,  
Untie his mystic charm,  
De●est him of his Wings, and break his Arrow,  
We will obey  
No more his sway,  
Nor live confined to laws or bounds so narrow.   

IV.  
And you bright Beauties that inspire  
The boys pale torch with fire.  
We safely now your subtle power despise,  
And (Unscorched) may  
Like Atoms play,  
And wanton in the sunshine of your eyes.   

V.  
Nor think hereafter by new arts  
You can bewitch our hearts,  
Or raise this Devil by your pleasing charm;  
We will no more  
His power implore,  
Unless like Indians, that he do no harm.    


I.  
YOu earthly Souls that court a wanton flame, whose pale weak influence can  
rise no higher than the humble name & narrow laws of Sense, learn by our  
friendship to create an imaterial fire, whose brightness Angels may admire,  
but cannot emulate.   

II.  
Sickness may fright the roses from her cheek,  
Or make the lilies fade,  
But all the subtle ways that death doth seek  
Cannot my love invade:  
Flames that are kindled by the eye,  
Through time and age expire;  
But ours that boast a reach far higher  
Cannot decay, nor die.   

III.  
For when we must resign our vital breath,  
Our Loves by Fate benighted,  
We by this friendship shall survive in death,  
Even in divorce united.  
Weak Love through fortune or distrust  
In time forgets to burn,  
But this pursues us to the Urn,  
And marries either's dust.    

Song 26.  

I.  
SEE how this Violet which before hung sullenly her drooping head,  
as angry at the ground that bore the purple treasure which she spread, dork  
smilingly erected grow, transplanted to those hills of snow.   

II.  
And whilst the pillows of thy breast  
Do her reclining head su●ain,  
She swells with pride to be so blessed,  
And doth all others flowers disdain;  
Yet weeps that dew which kissed her last,  
To see her odours so surpassed.   

III.  
Poor flower, how far deceived thou wert,  
To think the ●rches of the morn,  
Or all the sweets she can impart,  
Could these or sweeten, or adorn,  
Since thou from them dost borrow sent,  
And they to thee lend ornament.    

Song 27.  

I.  
why thy passion should it move, that I wished thy Beauty less? Fools  
desire what is above power of nature to express, and to wish it had been  
more, had been to outwish her store.   

II.  
If the flames within thine eye  
Did not too great heat inspire,  
Men might languish, yet not die,  
At thy less ungentle fire,  
And might on thy weaker light  
Gaze, and yet not lose their sight.   

III.  
Nor wouldst thou less fair appear,  
For detraction adds to thee;  
If some parts less beauteous were,  
Others would much fairer be:  
N●r can any part we know  
Best be styled, when all are so.   

IV.  
Thus this great excess of light  
Which now dazzles our weak eyes,  
Would eclipsed, appear more bright,  
And the only way to rise;  
Or to be more fair than thee  
Celia, is less fair ●o be.    

Song 28.  

I.  
ASk the Empress of the night, how that hand which guides her sphere,  
constant in unconstant light, taught the waves her yoke to bear:  
And did thus by loving force curb or ●ame the rude Seas course.   

II.  
Ask the female Palm how she  
First did woo her husband's love;  
And the magnetic, ask how she  
Doth the obsequious Iron move:  
Waters, Plants, and Stones know this,  
That they love, not what Love is.   

III.  
Be not thou less kind than those,  
Or from Love exempt alone;  
Let us twine like amorous Trees,  
And like Rivers melt in one;  
Or if thou more cruel prove,  
Learn of Steel and Stone ●o love.    

Song 29.  

I.  
DEarurge no more the killing cause of our divorce; Love is not fettered  
by such laws, nor bows to any force though thou deniest I should be thine,  
yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine.   

II.  
Oh rather frown away my breath  
With thy disdain,  
Or flatter me with smiles to death;  
By joy or sorrow slain,  
'tis less crime to be kill' by thee,  
Than I thus cause of mine own death should be▪   

III.  
Thyself of beauty to divest  
And me of love,  
Or from the worth of thine own breast  
Thus to detract, would prove  
In us a blindness, and in thee  
At best a sacrilegious modesty▪   

IV.  
But (Celia) if thou wile despise  
What all admire,  
Nor rate thyself at the just price  
Of beauty or desire.  
Yet meet thy flames, and thou shalt see  
〈…〉 disparity    

Song 25.  

I.  
NOt that by this disdain I am released, and freed from thy tyrannic  
chain, do I myself think blessed; nor that thy flame shall burn no more for  
know, that I shall into ashes turn, before this fire doth so.   

II.  
Nor yet that unconfined  
I now may rove,  
And with new beauties please my mind;  
But that thou ne'er didst love:  
For since thou h●st no part  
F●lt of this flame,  
I only from thy tyrant heart  
Repulsed, not banished am.   

III.  
To lose what once was mine  
Would grieve me more  
Than those ●nconst●nt sweets of thine  
Had pleased my soul before.  
Now I have not lost the bliss  
I ne'er possessed;  
And spite of Fate am blessed in this,  
That I was never blessed.    

Song 31.  

I.  
when deceitful Lovers lay at thy feet, their suppliant hearts and their  
sn●res spread to betray thy best treasure with their arts, credit not their  
Flattering vows, Love such perjury allows.   

II.  
When they with their choicest wealth  
Nature boasts of, have possessed thee;  
When with flowers their verses stealth,  
Stars to Jewels doth divest thee:  
Trust not to their borrowed store,  
'Tis but lent to make thee poor.   

III.  
When with Poems they invade thee,  
Sigh thy praises, or disdain;  
When they weep, and would persuade thee  
That their flames beget that rain:  
Let thy breast no bats let in,  
Mercy's only here a sin.   

IV.  
Let no tears or offerings move thee,  
At those cunning charms avoid,  
For that wealth for which they love thee  
They would ●light, if once enjoyed:  
Guard thy unrelenting mind,  
None are cruel, but the kind.    


I.  
HE whose active thoughts disdain to be captive to one foe, and would  
break his single chain, or else more would undergo; Let him learn the  
art of me, by new bondage to be free.   

II.  
What tyrannic Mistress dare  
To one beauty love confine?  
Who unbounded as the air  
All may court but none decline:  
Why should we the Heart deny  
As many objects as the Eye?   

III.  
Wheresoever I turn or move  
A new passion doth detain me:  
Those kind beauties that do love,  
Or those proud ones that disdain me;  
This frown melts, and that smile burns me;  
This to tears, that ashes turns me.   

IV.  
Soft fresh Virgins not full blown,  
With their youthful sweetness take me;  
Sober Matrons that have known  
Long since what these prone, awake me▪  
Here stayed coldness I admire,  
There the lively active fire.   

V.  
She that doth by skill dispense  
Every favour she bestows,  
Or the harmless innocence  
Which nor C●urt nor City knows,  
Both alike my soul inflame,  
That wild beauty, and this ●ame.   

VI.  
She that wisely can adorn  
Nature with the wealth of Art,  
Or whose rural sweets do scorn  
Borrowed helps to take a heart,  
The vain care of that's my pleasure,  
Poverty of this my treasure.   

VII.  
Both the wanton and the coy  
Me with equal pleasures move▪  
She whom I by force enjoy,  
Or who forceth me to love;  
This because she'll not confess,  
That not hide her happiness,   

VIII.  
She whose loosely flowing hair,  
Scattered like the beams o'th' Morn,  
Playing with the sportive air,  
Hides the sweets it doth adorn,  
Captive in that net restrains me,  
In those golden fetters chains me.   

Ix..  
Nor doth she with power less bright  
My divided heart invade,  
Whose soft tresses spread like Night,  
O'er her shoulders a black shade;  
For the starlight of her eyes  
Brighter shines through those dark Skies.   

X.  
Black, or fair, or tall, or low,  
I alike with all can sport;  
The bold sprightly Thais woo,  
Or the frozen vestal court;  
Every beauty takes my mind,  
Tied to all, to none confined,    

Song 33.  

I.  
NO, I will sooner trust the wind, when falsely kind it courts the pregnant  
Sails into a storm, and when the smiling waves persuade be willingly betrayed,  
then thy deceitful Vows or Form.   

II.  
Go and beguile some easy heart  
With thy vain art;  
Thy smiles and kisses on those foo●s bestow,  
Wh● only see the Calms that sleep  
On this smooth fl●tt'ring Deep,  
But not the hidden dangers know.   

III.  
They that like me thy falsehood prove,  
Will scorn thy Love.  
Some may deceived at first adore thy Shrine,  
But He that as thy sacrifice  
Doth willingly fall twice,  
Dies his own Martyr, and not thine.    


I.  
SUch icy kisses Anchorites that live secluded from the world to dead skulls give,  
and these cold Maids on whom Love never spent his flame, nor know what  
by desire is meant to their expiring fathers, such bequeathe, snatching their  
fleeting spirits in that breath, the timorous Priest doth with such fear and  
nice devotion touch the holy Sacrifice.   

II.  
Fie Chari●ssa, whence so changed of late,  
As to become in love a reprobate?  
Quit, quit this dulness, Fairest, and make known  
A fl●me unto me, equal with my own:  
Shake off this frost for shame, that dwells upon  
Thy lip, or if it will not so be gone,  
Let's once more join our lip, and thou shalt see  
That by the flame of mine 'twill melted be.    


I.  
THat I might ever dream thus, that some power to my eternal sleep would  
Join this hour, so willingly deceived I might possess in seeming joys a ●eal  
happiness: Death, I would gladly bow beneath thy charms, if thou couldst  
bring my D●ris to my arms; that thus at last made happy I might prove in  
life the hell, in death the heaven of love.   

II.  
Hast not away so soon, mock not my joys  
With the delusive sight, or empty noise  
Of happiness; Oh do not dissipate  
A pleasure thou so lately didst create.  
Shadows of life or death do such bliss give,  
That 'tis an equal curse to wake or live;  
Stay then kind sleep, be ever here confined;  
Or if thou wilt away, leave her behind.    


I.  
ROses in breathing forth their scent, or stars their borrowed ornament;  
Nymphs in the watery sphere that move, or Angels in their orbs above;  
the winged chariot of the light, or the ●low silent wheels of night;  
the shade which from the swifter Sun, doth in a circular motion run; or  
souls that their eternal Rest do keep, Make far less noise than Caelia's  
Breath in sleep.   

II.  
But if the Angel which inspires  
This subtle flame with active fires,  
Should mould this breath to words, and those  
Into a harmony dispose;  
The music of this heavenly sphere  
Would steal each soul out at the ear,  
And into plants and stones infuse  
A life that Cherubins would choose;  
And with new powers invert the laws of Fate,  
Kill those that live, and dead things animate▪    


I.  
REbellious fools that scorn to bow beneath Loves easy sway, whose stubborn  
wills no laws allow, disdaining to obey, mark but this wreath of hair and  
you shall see, None that might wear such fetters would be free.   

II.  
I once could boast a soul like you  
As unconfined as air;  
But mine, which force could not subdue,  
Was caught within this snare;  
And (by myself betrayed) I for this gold,  
A heart that many storms withstood, have sold.   

III.  
No longer now wise Art enq●ire  
(With this vain search delighted)  
How souls that human breasts inspire  
Are to their frames united;  
Material chains such spirits well may bind,  
When this soft braid can tie both Arm and Mind.   

IV.  
Now (Beauties) I defy your charm,  
Ruled by more powerful Art,  
This mystic wreath which crowns my Arm,  
Defends my vanquished Heart;  
And I, subdued by one more fair, shall be  
Secured from Conquest by Captivity.    


I.  
YEt ere I go, disdainful Beauty thou shalt be so wretched, as to know  
what joys thou flingest away with me. A Faith so bright as Time or Fortune  
could not rust; so firm that Lovers might have read thy story in my dust.  
And crowned thy name with Laurel verdant as thy Youth, whilst the shrill  
Voice of F●me spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth.   

II.  
This thou hast lost;  
For all true Lovers, when they find  
That my just aims were ●rost,  
Will speak thee lighter than the wind.  
And none will lay  
Any oblation on thy shrine,  
But such as would betray  
Thy f●ith, to faiths as false as thine.  
Yet if thou choose  
On such thy freedom to bestow,  
Affection m●y excuse,  
For love from Sympathy doth flow.    


I.  
CAst off for shame ungentle maid that misbecoming joy thou wear'st;  
For in my Death (though long delayed) unwisely cruel thou appearest.  
Insult o'er Captives with disdain, thou canst not triumph o'er the slain.   

II.  
No, I am now no longer thine,  
Nor canst thou take delight to see  
Him whom thy love did once confine  
Set, though by Death, at Liberty:  
For if my fall a smile beget,  
Thou gloriest in thy own defeat.   

III.  
Behold how thy unthrifty pride  
Hath murdered him that did maintain it;  
And wary Souls who never tried  
Thy Tyrant Beauty, will disdain it:  
But I am softer, and that me  
Thou wouldst not pity, pity thee.    


I.  
WErt thou by all affections sought, & fairer than thou wouldst be thought,  
or had thine eyes as many Darts as thou believest they shoot at Hearts,  
Yet if thy Love were paid to me, I would not offer mine to thee.   

II.  
I'd sooner court a fever's heat,  
Then her that owns a Flame as great;  
She that my Love will entertain,  
Must meet it with no less disdain.  
For mutual fires themselves destroy,  
And willing Kisses yield no Joy.   

III.  
I love thee not because alone  
Thou canst all Beauty call thine own,  
Nor doth my passion fuel seek,  
In thy bright Eye, or softer Cheek:  
Then Fairest if thou wouldst know why  
I love cause thou canst deny.    


I.  
deceived and undeceived to be at once I seek with equal care, wretched in  
the discovery, happy if cozened still I were: yet certain ill of ill hath  
less than the mistrust of happiness.   

II.  
But if when I have reached my aim,  
(That which I seek less worthy prove,)  
Yet still my love remains the same,  
The subject not deserving love;  
I can no longer be excused  
Now more in fault as less abused.   

III.  
Then let me flatter my desires,  
And doubt what I might know too sure,  
He that to cheat himself conspires,  
From falsehood doth his faith secure  
In Love ●ncertain to believe  
I am deceived, doth undeceive.   

IV.  
For if my Life on Doubt depend,  
And in distrust inconstant steer,  
If I essay the strife to end  
(When Ignorance were wisdom here;)  
All thy attempts how can I blame  
To work my Death? I seek the same.    


I.  
MEn and Maids at time of year the ripe clusters jointly bear to the Press,  
but in when thrown they by men are trod alone, who in B●cchus praises  
join, squeeze the Grape, let out the wine: Oh with what delight they  
spy the new must when tunned work high!   

II.  
Which if old men freely take,  
Their grey heads and heels they shake;  
And a young man if he find  
Some fair Maid to sleep resigned,  
In the shade, he straight goes to her,  
Wakes, and roundly gi●s to woo her;  
Whilst love slily stealing in  
Tempts her to the pleasing sin.   

III.  
Yet she long resists his offers,  
Nor will hear what ere he proffers;  
Till perceiving that his prayer  
Melts into regardless air;  
Her, who seemingly restrains,  
He by pleasing force constrains:  
Wine doth boldness thus dispense,  
Teaching young men insolence.    


I.  
I Must no longer now admire the coldness which possessed thy snowy breast,  
That can by other flames be set on fire; poor Love to harsh  
disdain betrayed, is by ambition thus outweighed.   

II.  
Hadst thou but known the vast extent  
Of Constant Faith, how far  
'Bove all that are  
Born slaves to Wealth, or honours vain assent;  
No richer Treasure couldst thou find  
Then hearts with mutual Chains combined.   

III.  
But Love is too despised a name,  
And must not hope to rise  
Above these ties.  
Honour and Wealth outshine his paler Flame;  
These unite Souls, whilst true desire  
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.   

IV.  
Yet, cruel Fair one, I did aim  
With no less justice too,  
Than those that sue  
For other hopes, and thy proud fortune's claim,  
Wealth honours, honour's wealth approve,  
But Beauty's only meant for Love.    


I.  
Love the ripe harvest of my toils began to cherish with his smiles, preparing  
me to be endued with all the Joys I long pursued; when my fresh hopes,  
fair and full blown, death blasts ere I could ca'l my own.   

II.  
Malicious Death, why with rude force  
Dost thou my Fair from me divorce?  
False life why in this loathen chain  
Me from my Fair dost thou detain:  
In whom assistance shall I find,  
Alike are Life and Death unkind.   

III.  
Pardon me Love, thy power outshines  
And laughs at their infirm designs;  
She is not wedded to atoombe,  
Nor I to sorrow in her Room:  
They what thou joynst' can ne'er divide,  
She lives in me, in her I died,    


I.  
SEe the Spring herself discloses, and the Graces gather roses: See how the becalmed  
Seas now their swelling waves appease; how the Duck swims  
how the Crane comes from's Winter Home again see how Titan's Chearrful  
Raye chaseth the dark Clouds a way,   

II.  
Now in their new robes of green  
Are the plough-mens' labours seen;  
Now the lusty teeming Earth  
Springs each hour with a new birth;  
Now the Olive blooms; the Vine  
Now doth with plump pendants shine,  
And with leaves and blossoms now  
Freshly burgeons every bough.    

Song 46.  

NOw will I a Lover be, Love himself commanded me; full at first of  
stubborn pride, to submit my soul denied, he his Quiver takes and B●w,  
bids de●iance, forth we go; armed with spear and shield we meet,  
on he charges, I retreat.   

II.  
Till perceiving in the ●ight  
He had wasted every slight,  
Into me, with fury hot,  
Like a dart himself he shot,  
And my cold heart melts my shield  
Useless, no defence could yield;  
For what boots an outward screen  
When (alas) the fights within?    

Song 47.  

DEar fold me once more in thine arms; and let me know, before I go,  
there is no bliss but in those charms, by thy fair self I swear, that here  
and only here I would for ever ever stay, but cruel Fate calls me away.   

II.  
How swiftly the light minutes slide  
The hours that haste  
Away thus fast  
By envious flight my stay do chide:  
Yet Dear, since I must go,  
By this last kiss I vow  
By all that sweetness which dwells with thee,  
Time shall move slow, till next I see thee.    

Song 48.  

THine Eyes (bright Saint) disclose and thou shalt find, Dreams have not  
with illusive shows, deceived thy Mind, what sleep presented to thy view,  
awake and thou shalt find it true   

II.  
Those mortal Wounds I bear  
From thee begin,  
Which though they outward not appear,  
Yet bleed within,  
Loves ●lame like active lightning flies,  
Wounding the Heart, but not the Eyes.   

III.  
But now I yield to die  
Thy sacrifice,  
Nor more in vain will hope to fly  
From thy bright Eyes;  
Their killing Power cannot be shunned  
Open or closed alike they wound▪    


FAith 'tis not worth your pains and care, to seek t' inspire a heart so pure as  
mine; some fools there be, hate liberty, whom with more ease thou mayst confine.   

II.  
Alas! when with much charge thou hast  
Brought it at last  
Beneath thy power to bow,  
It will adore  
Some twenty more,  
And that perhaps you'd not allow.   

III.  
No Cloris, I no more will prove  
The curse of Love,  
And now can bo●st a heart  
Hath learned of thee  
Inconst●ncie,  
And cozened women of their Art.    

Song 50.  

REach me here that full crowned Cup, and at once I'll drink it up; for my  
overcharged Breast pants for drought, with care oppressed; whilst a  
Chaplet of cool Roses my distempered Brow encloses; Love I'll drench in  
Wine; for these flames alone can his appease.   

II.  
I am sprung of human seed,  
For a lives short race decreed;  
Though I know the way I've gone,  
That which is to comes's unknown;  
Busy thoughts do not disturb me;  
What have you to do to curb me?  
Come, some Wine and music give;  
Ere we die, 'tis fit we live.    

Song 51.  

OH turn away those cruel Eyes, the stars of my undoing. Or death in  
such a br●ght disguise may tempt a second wooing.   

II.  
Punish their blindly impious pride,  
Who dare contemn thy glory;  
It was my Fall that deified  
Thy name, and sealed thy story.   

III.  
Yet no new sufferings can prepare  
A higher praise to crown thee;  
Thou●h my first death proclaim thee Fair,  
My second will unthrone thee.   

IV.  
Lover will doubt thou canst entice  
No other for thy fuel,  
And if thou burn one victim twice,  
Both think thee poor and cruel.    


NOw Love be praised! that cruel Fair, who my poor Heart restrain  
under so many chains, hath weaved a new one for it of her Hair.   

II.  
These threads of Amber used to play  
With every Courtly wind,  
And never were confined,  
But in a thousand Curls aloud to str●y.   

III.  
Cruel each part of her is grown,  
Nor less unkind than She  
These fetters are to Me,  
Which to restrain my freedom, lose their own.    

Song 53.  

TO set my jealous soul at strife all things malicio sly agree, though  
sleep of death the Im●ge be, dreams are the portraitures of life.   

II.  
I saw when last I closed my eyes,  
Celinda stooped t' another's will,  
If specious apprehension kill,  
What would the truth without disguise?   

III.  
The joys which I could call my own  
Me thought this Rival did possess,  
Like dreams is all my happiness;  
Yet dreams themselves allow me none.    


I.  
wrong me no more in thy complaint, blamed for inconstancy; I vowed  
t'adore the fairest Saint, nor changed whilst thou wert she: but if another  
thee outshine, th' inconstancy is only Thine.   

II.  
To be by such  
Blind Fools admired  
Gives thee but small esteem,  
By whom as much  
Thou'dst be desired  
Didst thou less beauteous seem:  
Sure why they love they know not well,  
Who why they should not cannot tell.   

III.  
Women are by  
Themselves bettayed,  
And to their short joys cruel,  
Who foolishly  
Themselves persuade  
Flames can ou●last their fuel:  
None (though Platonic their pretence)  
With Reason love unless by sense.   

IV.  
And He, by whose  
Command to Thee  
I did my heart resign,  
Now bids me choose  
A Deity  
Diviner far than thine:  
No power from Love can Beauty sever;  
I' me still Loves subject, thine was never.   

V.  
The fairest She  
Whom none surpass  
To love hath only right,  
And such to me  
Thy Beauty was  
Till one I found more bright:  
But 'twere as impious to adore  
Thee now, as not to have done't before.   

VI.  
Nor is it just  
By rules of Love  
Thou shouldst deny to quit  
A heart that must  
Another's prone  
Even in thy right to it:  
Must not thy Subjects Captives be  
To her who triumphs over Thee?   

VII.  
Cease then in vain  
To blot my name  
With forged apostasy,  
Thine is that stain  
Who dar'st to claim  
What others ask of Thee:  
Of Lovers they are only true  
Who pay their hearts where they are due.    


I.  
MY sickly breath wastes in a double flame; whilst Love and Death to my poor  
life lay claim; the fever in whose heat I melt by her that causeth it not felt.   

II.  
Thou who alone  
Canst, yet wilt grant no ease;  
Why slightest thou one  
To feed a new disease?  
Unequal Fair, the heart is thine,  
Ah! Why then should the pain be mine.    

Song 55.  

alas! alas! thou turn'st in vain thy beauteous face away, which (like  
young Sorcerers) raised a Pain above its power to lay.   

II.  
Love moves not as thou turn'st thy look,  
But here doth firmly rest;  
He long ago thy Eyes forsook  
To revel in my breast.   

III.  
Thy Power on him why hopest thou more  
Than his on me should be,  
The Claim thou layest to him is poor  
To that he owns from Me.   

IV.  
His substance in my Heart excels,  
His shadow in thy Sight;  
Fire where it burns more truly dwells,  
Than where it scatters light.    


AS when some brook flies from itself away, the murmuring crystal loosely  
runs astray. And as about the verdant plane it winds, the meadows with a  
silver ribbon binds, printing a kiss on every Flower she meets, losing her  
Self, to fit them with new sweets.   

II.  
To scatter frost upon the lilies Head,  
And Scarlet on the gillyflower to spread;  
So melting sorrow, in the fair disgu●se  
Of humid St●rs, flowed from bright Cloris Eyes,  
Which watering every Flower her Cheek discloses,  
Melt into Jesmines here there into Roses.    

Song 51.  

I Languish in a silent flame; for she to whom my vows incline doth  
own perfections so divine, That but to speak where to disclose her Name.  
if I should say that she the store of nature's graces doth comprise, the  
Love and wonder of all Eyes, who will not guess the Beauty I adore?   

II.  
Or though I warily conceal  
The Charms her looks and Soul possess;  
Should her cruelty express,  
And say she smiles at all the Pains we feel,  
Among such suppliants as implore  
Pity, distributing her Hate  
Inex ●rable a● their Fate:  
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?    

Song 59  

NOt always give a melting Kiss, and Smiles with pleasing Whispers joined;  
nor always extas●'d with bliss, about my Neck thy fair Arms wind.   

II.  
The wary Lover learns by measure  
To circumscribe his greatest joy;  
Lest, what well husbanded yields pleasure,  
Might by the Repetition cloy.   

III.  
When thrice three Kisses I require,  
Give me but two, withhold the other;  
Such as cold Virgins to their Sire,  
Or chaste Diana gives her Brother.   

IV.  
Then wantonly snatch back thy Lip.  
And smoothly as sly fishes glide  
Through water, giving me the slip,  
Thyself in some dark corner hide.   

V.  
I'll follow Thee with eager haste,  
And having caught (as Hawks their prey)  
In my victorious Arm held fast  
Panting for Breath, bear thee away.   

VI.  
Then thy soft Arms about me twined  
Thou shalt use all thy skill to ple●se me,  
And offer all that was behind  
The poor Seven Kisses to appease me.   

VII.  
How much mistaken wilt thou be!  
For seven times seven shalt thou pay,  
Whilst in my Arms I fetter Thee,  
Lest thou once more shouldst get away.   

VIII.  
'Til I at last have made thee swear  
By all thy Beauty and my Love,  
That thou again the same severe  
Revenge for the same Crime wouldst prove.    

Song 60.  

WHilst our joys in wine we raise, youthful Bacchus we will praise: Bacchus  
dancing did invent; Bacchus is on songs intent; Bacc●us teacheth  
Love to court, and his Mother how to sport; graceful confidence He  
lends, he oppressive trouble ends.   

II.  
To the bowl when we repair  
Grief doth vanish into air;  
Drink we then, and drown all sorrow;  
All our care not knows the morrow;  
Life is dark, let's dance and play,  
They that will be troubled may;  
We our joys with wine will raise,  
Youthful Bacchus we will praise.    

Song 61.  

'tIs no Kiss my Fair bestows; Nectar 'tis whence new Life flows; all the  
sweets which nimble Bees in their osier Treasuries with unequ●ll'd Art repose  
in one kiss her lips disclose; these (if I should many take) soon would  
me immortal make.   

II.  
Raised to the divine Abodes,  
And the B●nquets of the gods.  
Be not then too lavish, Fair!  
But this heavenly Treasure spare,  
‛ Less thou'●t too Immortal be:  
For without thy company,  
What to me were the Abodes,  
Or the Banquets of the gods,    


I.  
AS in a thousand wanton Curls, the Vine doth the loved elm embrace; as  
clasping Ivy round the Oak doth twine to kiss his le●vy F●ce; so thou about  
my Neck thy Arms shalt fling, joining to mine thy Breast; so shall my  
arms about thy fair Ne●k cling, my lips on thine impressed?   

II.  
Ceres' n●r Bacchus, Care of Life nor Sleep  
Shall force me to retire;  
But we at once will on each others Lip  
Our mutual Souls expire.  
Then h●nd in hand down to th' Elysian Plains  
(Crossing the Stygian Lake)  
we'll through those Fields where Spring eternal reigns  
Our pleasing journey take.   

IV.  
There their fair Mistresses the Heroes lead,  
And their old Loves repeat,  
Singing or dancing in a flowery Mead  
With myrtles round beset.  
Roses and Violets smile beneath a screen  
Of ever verdant bays;  
And gentle Zephyr amorously between  
Their leaves untroubled plays.   

IV.  
There constantly the pregnant Earth unplowed  
Her fruitful store supplies:  
When We come thither, all the happy Crowd  
From their green Thrones will rise.  
There thou in place above Jove's numerous Train  
Of Mistresses shalt ●it;  
Hers Helen, Homer will not his disdain  
For Thee, and Me to quit.    

Song 63.  

when I see the young men play, young methinks I am as they, and my  
aged thoughts laid by, to the dance, with joy I fly: Come a flowery chaplet  
lend me, youth and mirthful thoughts attend me.   

II.  
Age begone, we'll dance among  
Those that young are, and be young:  
Bring some Wine Boy, fill about;  
You shall see the old Man's stout;  
Who can laugh and tipple too,  
And be mad as well as you.    

Song 64.  

NOw with roses we are crowned, let ●ur mirth and cups go round, whilst a  
Lass, whose hand a spear, branchd with Ivy twines doth bear, with her white feet  
beats the ground to the Lutes harmonious sound,   

II.  
Played on by some Boy, whose choice  
Skill is heightened by his voice:  
Bright-haired Love, with his divine  
Mother, and the god of Wine  
Will flock hither, glad to see  
Old men of their company.    

Song 65.  

ON this verdant Lotus laid, underneath the Myrtles shade, let us drink our  
sorrows dead, whilst love plays the Ganymede.   

II.  
Life like a wheel runs round,  
And ere long we underground  
(ta'en by death asunder) must  
Molder in forgotten dust.   

III.  
Why then graves should we bedew,  
Why the ground with odours strew?  
Better whilst alive prepare  
Flowers and unguents for our hair.   

IV.  
Come my Fair, and come away,  
All our cares behind us lay;  
That these pleasures we may know.  
Ere we come to those below.    


I.  
I yield, dear Enemy, nor know how to resist so fair a Foe; who would not  
thy soft yoke sustain, or bow beneath thy easy chain, that with a bondage  
Blessed might be, which far transcends all liberty? But since I freely have resigned  
at first assault my willing mind, insult not o'er my captived heart  
with too much tyranny and art, lest by thy scorn thou lose the prize,  
Gained by the power of thy bright eyes; and thou this conquest thus shalt  
prove, though got by beauty kept by love.    


I.  
DRaw near you Lovers that complain of Fortune or Disdain, and to  
my ashes lend a tear; melt the hard marble with your groans, and soften  
the relentless Stones. Whose cold embraces the sad Su●ject hide of  
all love's cruelties, and beauty's pride. No verse no Epicedium bring,  
nor peaceful Requiem sing, to charm the terrors of my hearse; no profane  
Numbers must flow near the sacred silence that dwells here; vast griefs are  
dumb; softly, oh softly mourn, lest you disturb the peace attends my Urn.  
Yet strew upon my dismal Grave, such off●rings as you have, forsaken  
Cypress and sad Ewe; for kinder flowers can take no Birth or growth from  
such unhappy Earth, We●p only o'er my Dust, and say, Here lies  
to Love and ●ate an equal Sacrifice.    

Song 63.  
I Go Dear Saint away, snatched from thy Arms, by far less pleasing charms,  
Then those I did obey; but if hereafter thou shalt know, that grief hath  
Kissed me, come, and on my tomb, drop drop a tear or two; break with thy  
sighs the silence of my sleep, and I shall smile in death to see thee weep;  
thy tears may have the power to reinspire my ashes with new fire, or  
change Thee to some flower, which planted twixt thy breasts shall  
grow; veiled in this shape I will, dwell with Thee still, court, kiss,  
Enjoy thee too; securely we'll contain all envious force, and thus  
united be by death's divorce.   

Song 69.  
THe lazy hours move slow, the minutes stay; old time with leaden  
●eet doth go, and his light wings hath cast away; the slow p●c'd  
spheres above have sure released their guardians, and without help  
move, whilst that the very angel's rest; the numbered sands that  
slide through this small glass, and into minute's time divide, too slow each  
other do displace; the tedious wheels of light no faster chime then that dull  
shade which waits on night, for expectation outruns time: How long  
Lord must I stay? How long dwell here? Oh free me from this loathed  
clay; Let me no more these fetters ware; with far more joy shall I resign  
my breath; for to my grieved soul not to die is every minute a new death.   

Song 70.  
when on thy lip my soul I breath, which there meets thine, freed from  
their fetters by this death our subtle Forms combine; thus without  
bonds of sense they move, and like two Cherubins converse by love.  
Spirits to chains of earth confined discourse by sense; but ours that are by  
flames refined with those weak ties dispense; let such in words their  
minds display, we in a kiss our mutual thoughts convey; but since my soul from  
me doth fly, to thee retired, thou canst not both retain; for I must be with  
one inspired; then, Dearest, either justly mine restore, or in exchange let  
me have thine. Yet if thou dost return mine own, Oh take't again!  
For 'tis this pleasing death alone gives ease unto my pain: Kill me once more  
or I shall find thy pity then thy cruelty, less kind.   

Song 71.  
THe air which thy smooth voice doth break, into my soul like  
lightning flies, my life retires whilst thou dost speak, and thy soft breath  
its room supplies. Lost in this pleasing ecstasy, I join my trembling  
lips to thine, & back receive that life from thee, which I so gladly did resign.  
Forbear, Platonic fools, t' inquire, what numbers do the soul compose;  
no harmony can life inspire, but that which from these accents flows.   

Song 72.  
DOris, I that could repel all those darts about thee dwell, and had wisely  
Learned to fear, 'cause I saw a foe so near; I that my deaf ear did  
arm 'gainst thy voices powerful charm, and the lightning of thine eye  
durst (by closing mine) defy, cannot this cold snow withstand from the  
whiter of thy hand; thy deceit hath thus done more than thy open  
force before: for who could suspect or fear Treason in a face so clear; or the  
hidden fires descry wrapped in this cold outside lie; flames might thus involved in  
ice, the deceived world sacrifice; Nature, ignorant of this strange antiperistasis,  
Would her falling frame admire, that by snow were set on fire.   

CAst Chariessa, cast that glass away, nor in its crystal face thine own survey;  
what can be free from love's imperious laws, when painted shadows  
real flames can cause? The fires may burn thee, from this mirror rise, by  
the reflected beams of thine own eyes; and thus at last fallen with thyself in  
Love, thou wilt, My rival, thine one martyr prove; but if thou dost desire  
thy form to view, look in my heart, where love thy picture drew,  
and then if pleased with thine own shape thou be, learn how to love thy  
self by loving me.   

NUmber the sands that do restrain and fetter the rebellious main,  
count those pale fires that do dispense to us both light and influence, the  
drops of the vast sea divide, these in themselves be multiplied; that all when  
added into one, may by our kisses be outgone; by which when number  
they surmount, we'll teach arithmetic to count.   

Song 75.  
THis silkworm (to long sleep retired) the early year hath reinspired,  
who now to pay to thee prepares the tribute of her pleasing cares; & hastens  
with industrious toil to make thy ornament her spoil; see with what pains she  
spins for thee the thread of her own destiny; then growing proud in Death, to  
know that all her curious labours thou wilt, as in Triumph, deign ●o wear,  
retires to her soft sepulchre Such dearest, is that hapless state to which I am designed  
by Fate, who by thee (willingly) overcome, work my own Fetters  
and my tomb.   

Song 76.  
PAle envious sickness, hence no more possess our breast too cold before;  
in vain alas thou dost invade those beauties which can never fade; could  
all thy malice but impair, on those sweets which crown her fair, or steal the  
spirits from her eye, or kiss into a p●ler die, the blooming roses of her▪  
cheek, our suffering hopes might justly seek redress from thee, and  
tho● might'st save thousands of lovers from the g●ave; but such assaults are  
vain, for she is too divine to stoop to thee; blessed with a form as much to  
high for any change but destiny; which no attempt can violate, for  
what's her beauty is our fate.   

COme my Dear, whilst youth conspires with the warmth of our desires;  
Envious time about thee watches, and some Grace each minute snatches:  
Now a spirit, now a ray from thy eye he steals away, now he blasts some  
blooming rose which upon thy fresh cheek grows; Gold now plunders in a  
Hair; now the Rubies doth impair of thy lips; and with sure haste all thy  
wealth will take at last; only that of which thou mak'st use in time, from  
time thou tak'st.   

when thou thy pliant arms dost wreath about my neck, and gently brea●h  
into my Breast that soft sweet air with which thy soul doth mine repair;  
when my faint life thou drawest away, my life which scorching flames decay,  
O'ercharged my panting bosom boils, whose fever thy kind Art beguiles,  
and with the Breath that did inspire doth mildly fan my glowing fire,  
Transported than I cry, above all other Deities is Love! Or if a Deity there  
be greater than Love, 'tis only thee.   

AS on Purple Carpets I charmed by wine in slumber lie, with a troop of  
maids' (resorted there to play) me thought I sported: whose companions,  
lovely boys, interrupt with rude noise: Yet I offer made to kiss them,  
but o'th' sudden wake and miss them: vexed to see them thus forsake me,  
I to sleep again betake me.   

Song 78.  
with a whip of lilies, Love swiftly me before him drove: on we coursed it  
through deep floods, hollow valleys, and rough woods, till a Snake that  
lurking lay chanced to sting me by the way▪ now my soul was high to death,  
ebbing flowing with my breath; when Love, fanning with his wings, back my  
fleeting spirit brings; learn, saith he, another day love without constraint t'obey.   

Song 81.  
when my sense in wine I steep, all my cares are lulled asleep; rich in  
thought, I then despise Croesus, and his royalties: whilst with Ivy  
twines I wreathe me, and sing all the world beneath me; others run to martial  
fights, I to Bacchu's delights; Fill the cup then boy, for I drunk then  
dead had rather lie.   

Song 82.  
VEx no more thyself and me with demure philosophy; hollow precepts,  
Only fit to amuse the busy wit; teach me brisk Lyeus' rites; teach me Venus  
blithe delights; Jove loves wa●er, give me wine; that my soul ere I resign  
may this cure of sorrow have; there's no drinking in the grave.   

OLd I am, yet can (I think) those that younger are out●drink; when I  
dance no staff I take, but a well filled Bottle shake: He that doth in war delight,  
come and with these arms let's fight; fill the cup, let lose a  
flood of the rich Grapes luscious blood; old I am, and therefore  
may, like Silenus' drink and play.   

Song 84.  

A Kiss I begged, and thou didst join thy lips to mine; Then, as afraid  
Snatched b●ck their treasure, and mocked my pleasure, again my Dearest,  
for in this thou only gav'st desire, and not a kiss.    


I.  
FAir Rebel to thyself and Time, who laughest at all my tears, when  
thou hast lost thy youthful prime and age his trophy rears, weighing thy  
inconsiderate pride thou shalt in vain accuse it, Why Beauty am I  
now denied, or knew not then to use it? Then shall I wish ungentle Fair thou  
in like flames mayst burn; Venus, if just will hear my prayer, and  
I shall laugh my turn.    

A Dialogue Between CHARIESSA and PHILOCHARIS.  
 Char. 
What if Night should betray us, and reveal to the light all the pleasure that we steal?  Phil. 
Fairest, we safely may this fear despise; How can she  
see our actions who wants eyes?  Char. 
Each dim star and the clearer  
lights we know nights eyes are; they were blind that thought her so:  Phil. 
Those pale fires only burn to yield a light t'our desires, and though  Char. 
blind, to give us sight. By this shade that surrounds us might ou●  
flame be betrayed, and the day disclose its name.  Phil. 

Dearest Fair, these dark  
Witnesses we find silent are, Night is dumb as well as blind.   

Chorus.  
Then whilst these black shades conceal us, we will scorn the envious morn,  
Then whilst these black shades conceal us, we will scorn the  
and the Sun that would reveal us; our flames shall thus  
Envious mo●n; and the Sun that would reveal us; our flames shall thus their mutual light betray, and night with these joys crowned ou●shine the day  
their mutual light betray, and night with these joys crowned ou●shine the day.    

Dialogue II. Between PHILOCHARIS and CHARIESSA.  
 Phil. 
THat kiss which last thou gav'st me, stole my fainting Life away, yet  
(though to thy Breast fled) my Soul still in mine own doth stay.  
Weak Nature no such power doth know, Love only can these wonders show.  Char. 

And with the same warm breath did mine into thy bosom slide,  
There dwell contracted unto thine, yet still with me ●eside;   

I. Chorus.  
Weak Nature no such power doth know, such power doth know; Love  
Weak Nature no such power such power doth know  
only can these wonders, can these wonders show.  
Love only can these wonders, can these wonders show.   

II. Chorus, Voy●es 3.  
Both souls thus in desire are one, and each is two in skill, doubled in Intellect alone  
Both souls thus in desire are one, and each is two in skill, doubled in Intellect alone  
Both souls thus in desire are one, and each is two in skill, doubled in Intellect alone  
united in the Will; weak Nature no such power doth know, Love only  
united in the Will; weak Nature no such power doth know, Love only  
united in the Will; weak Nature no such power doth know, Love only  
can these wonders show.  
can these wonders show.  
can these wonders show.    

An Alphabetical Table of all the airs contained in this BOOK.  

A.  
ASk the Empress of the Night 26  
Alas! Alas! thou turn'st in vain 51  
As when some Brook 52  
As in a thousand wanton curls 56, 57  
As on Purple Carpets I 74  
A kiss I begged 77   

B.  
Beauty, whose soft magnetic chains 1  
Beauty, thy harsh imperious chains 2   

C.  
Celinda, by what potent Art 4  
Chide, Chide no more 16, 17  
Cast off for shame, ungentle Maid 38  
Cast Chariessa, 78  
Come my Dear, whilst youth conspires 72   

D.  
Delay! Alas! that cannot be 11  
Dear, back my wounded heart restore 15  
Dear, urge no more 27  
Deceived and undeceived to be 40  
Dear, fold me once more in thine arms 45  
Draw near ye Lovers 60, 61  
Doris, I that could repel 66, 67   

F.  
Favonius, the milder breath of th' Spring 6  
Foolish Lover, go and seek 14  
Fool, take up thy shaft again 17  
Faith 'tis not worth your pains and care 47  
Fair Rebel to thyself unkind 78   

H.  
He whose active thoughts 30, 31   

I.  
I prithee let my heart alone 9  
I will not trust thy tempting graces 21  
I must no longer now admire 42  
I languish in a silent flame 52, 53  
I yield, dear Enemy 59  
I go, dear Saint away 61, 62   

L.  
Love, what tyrannic laws 10  
Love the ripe harvest of my toil 43   

M.  
Men and Maids at time of year 41  
My sickly breath 51   

N.  
Not that by thy disdain 28  
No, I will sooner trust the wind 32  
Now will I a Lover be 44, 45  
Now Love be praised, that cruel Fair 49  
Nor always give a melting kiss 53, 54  
Now with roses we are crowned 57, 58  
Number the sands 69   

O.  
On this swelling Bank 8  
Oh turn away those cruel eyes 49  
On this verdant Lotus laid 58  
Old I am, yet can I think 77   

P.  
Prithee trouble me no more 12  
Pale envious sickness 70, 71   

R.  
Roses (Loves delight) 13  
Roses in breathing forth their sent 35  
Rebellious Fools 36  
Reach me here that full crowned cup 47, 48   

S.  
So fair Aurora 7  
Since Fate commands me hence 16  
See how this Violet 24  
Such Icy kisses 33  
See the Spring herself discloses 44   

T.  
Though when I loved thee thou wert fair 18  
Think not pale Lover 19  
Torment of absence and delay 20  
That I might ever dream 34  
Thine eyes (bright Saint) disclose 46  
To set thy jealous soul at strife 49  
'Tis no kiss my Fair bestows 55  
The lazy hours move slow 62, 63, 64  
The air with thy smooth voice 65, 66  
The silkworm (to long sleep) 69, 70  
That kiss thou gav'st me last 81, 82   

V.  
Vex no more thyself and me 76   

W.  
When cruel Fair one 3  
When I lie burning 5  
When dearest beauty 18  
Why thy passion should it move 25  
When deceitful Lovers lay 29  
Wert thou by all affections 39  
Wrong me no more in thy complaint 50  
Whilst our joys in wine we raise, 54, 55  
When I see the young men play 57  
When on thy lip my Soul I breathe 64, 65  
When thou thy pliant arm doth wreath 73  
With a whip of lilies 74, 75  
When my sense in wine I steep 75, 76  
What if Night should betray us 79, 80   

Y.  
You that unto your Mistress eyes 23  
You earthly souls 23  
Yet ere I go, Disdainful beauty 73