Parnassus Aboriens: OR, SOME SPARKS OF Poesy.  
By R.W. Philomus.  Ovid: Trist: 5. Eleg: 1: Hic quoque talis erit, qualis fortuna Poetae, Invenies toto Carmine dulce nihil. 
LONDON, Printed in the Year; 1664.   

ITER ORIENTALE: Performed in April, 1662.  

A Templar, who had's Littleton dissolved,  
Eaten his Cook, & 's Kitchen pawned, resolved  
To take the air, and for his recreation  
To grant his broken window's a vacation.  
Leaving his fellow-Students for to eat  
Their wheaten Trenchers in the stead of Meat:  
The only heyrlome that's traduced from 
(a) 

Consump is hic forte aliis, ut vertere morsus  
Exiguam in Cererem penuria adegit edendi:  
E● violare man●, malisque audacibus orbem  
Fatalis cr●sti, patulis nec parcere quadris. Virg: Aeu: 7.    those  
Trojans, which they their ancestors suppose.  
But first to Lealbare ' a goes, where he  
Was wont to meet with the Fraternity.  
There found a Draper, who his shop had drunk,  
And trusted all his Wares unto a Punk.  
Him he engaged for sympathy of state  
As convoy, to encounter sim'lar fate.  
And, see the strange concurrence of their wills,  
He, in his own, his friends desire fulfils.  
As courtlike Gallants use to do, he meant  
To wait upon a Lady into Kent  
Then there in company, a pretty woman,  
For disposit'on coy, and yet not common.  
Well, time's prefixed, and we all provide  
To take advantage of the morning tide.  
Thus suffrages agreeing the debate  
Was ended, and we p rt for it grew late.  
Next morn' the Lady (who received a shot  
O'er night by th' Paph'an Archer, but knew not  
From whence it came, for th' subtle boy did lie  
Behind the Sable Curtains of an Eye.  
Yet th' symptoms were so poignant, that they broke  
Morpheus his le de● locks and burst his yoke.)  
As soon as Phospher had his course begun  
Arose and did anticipate the ●un:  
Hastens to th' meetingplace, and there attends  
Th' approach of her desiderated friends.  
At last, but not so soon as she desired,  
With longing expectation well near tired,  
Through the Tralucent-glass she did espy  
The blind Where's Footbal's doomed for company.  
Her surly p●ss on's being thus ●ppe●s●d  
O res were at hand, to waft us when we pleased,  
To Belines gate, ●nd now twastime for Thames,  
By th' help of th' retrogade aspiring streams,  
Was at his Zenith, and would quickly wend  
Along with th● Passage-boat towards Gravesend.  
So off we thrun and stem the watery tract  
But it seems the Watermen were not exact  
In calculat'on for before we can  
Arrive at th' Key from th' almost singing Swan,  
The Water ebbed so f●st, the Gravesend boat  
Was put from th'stairs riding along a float.  
And we, because the Barge was gone before's,  
Were well content to trust ourselves in Oars.  
So down we hasted, and they'd quickly born's  
With a side wind beyond the Cuckold's horns.  
But from that port, scarce half a mile had went,  
Before the Reaches grew more turbulent.  
So that the boat with lofty tolutation,  
Struck fear in some, in others a vexation;  
Because some feared, and th' Lady was full loath  
To lie invelop'd in the course Tilt-cloath.  
Such is the nature of timidity  
Though seeing caused it, yet she loved to see.  
At last a long-winged Pinnace, which was bound  
For some remoter bay, did more astounded.  
The lusty lazy lubbers cease to row,  
And, having leave a little way to tow,  
Crossed over to meet their Scyph, and here appears  
Their utmost skill, and our extremest fears  
For, had we gone too fast our boat h●d split,  
Too slow, we could not have o'ertaken it.  
Thus in a strange Dilemma we avoid  
Scyll ' and Charybdis and to th' boat are tied.  
And now with Eaglewinged speed we blow  
The watery ridges, and can scarce tell how  
We are so fast transported, but at last  
Their Sails begin to flag, and we as fast  
Release our prow which was fast bound to them,  
And trust to th' mercey of a r●ging stream.  
Which sometimes throws us up into the Sky,  
And sometimes lets us fall to hell well nigh.  
Meanwhile we lie supinely on our backs,  
One laughs, one sings, another fears a Wrack:  
And therefore her ejaculations sends  
To the supreme Director to defend's;  
And so he did indeed, at last we land  
All s●fe on the long wished-for Kentish strand.  
And here the Lion is the word, where we  
Turned off Canary-bowls with jollity.  
Thus after storms of sighs, and showers of tears,  
Joy, when it comes, most jovial appears.  
But th'clock strikes One, and fourteen miles to ride,  
'Tis time for those to go that want a guide.  
But ye're most vile Exactors that ye are,  
Five shillings for a double horse so fare?  
What is the reason that ye thus exact,  
'Bove other Englishmen in each compact?  
Is't cause those Travelers which touch your border,  
May be deterred from proceeding farther?  
Or that Exoticks which are outward bound,  
May have cause to forswear the English ground?  
Hereby you verify those 
(a) Visam Bri●annos hospitib●s feros. Hor: Car: 3. Odd: 4.  imputations  
Imposed upon's of old by foreign Nations.  
But we're for Rochester, where we survey  
The stately Bridge, and Chatham's royal Bay.  
And 'mongst the rest the Crown mu'nt be forgot,  
Where we must needs alight and drink a pot.  
There we are showed the Room which did contain  
The Majesty of Britain's Sovereign:  
And the great Bed he lay in as he went  
Towards his Throne from direful banishment.  
But we soon mount again, and fix our station  
Nigh th' Ham to which frogs give denomination.  
Next day we traverse the enamelled Fields,  
And view the rarities Pomona yields.  
Walk those Quincunc' all Cherry-orchards round,  
From Stroma to the hoary-Rock renowned.  
Able to glut Voluptas with delight,  
And dull old Avariti's appetite.  
'Tis with exub'rant sweets so well endowed,  
That, maugre opposit'on, I'll conclude  
Kent is old Alb'on's Eden for delight,  
And his Hesperides for all but site.  
But what is this that thus disturbs my rest?  
Sure Love hath taken Seisin of my breast.  
Celarent's Prodroma and I must be  
Subjugated in sign of slavery.  
Ah poor Medea, how I 
(a) Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco. Virg: Aen: 1.  pity those  
Whose reason doth their love, like 
(b) 
Sed trahit invitam nova vis; aliudque Cupido,  
Mens aliud suade; video meliora proboque,  
Deteriora sequor— Ovid: Metam: 7.   thine, oppose!  
But I submit old boy, and will sit still  
Let Hymen and the sisters work their will.  
By this time Phoebus' Patron of the Bays  
Unlocked the Daisy five times with his rays.  
So we return again, and take no care  
Who must defray the fundling bill of fare.    

THE CHRONICLE  

Insulting Anna first possess't  
Th' Elective Empire of my breast.  
But she still kept me in such slavery,  
I could not long admit her tyranny.  
So I dethroned her, and a while  
With her was monarchy exiled.   

For Pegg and Sal years three or four  
Ruled by a Consulary power.  
But yet I seemed well amended now,  
For these indulgent Queens did but allow  
Me too much freedom, which provoked  
My Rebell-heart to quit their yoke.   

Then reigned Elizabeth the first  
That bears that n●me, and most accursed.  
●●●all the privileges that were done  
〈◊〉 her for me were by compulsion.  
And what man is there but believes  
The will enhanceth what one gives.   

Then Bess the second bore the sway,  
Until the helm was plucked away  
〈◊〉 of her hand by the admired Anne,  
●●●●gh not the first yet second unto none.  
And she had reigned until now  
〈◊〉 that the Fates would not allow.   

Then did deposed Bess arise  
And first began to tyrannize.  
Intending, but she was deceived, thereby  
To frown a Rebel into loyalty.  
For ANNE the third possessed the chair  
Whom God grant Atr'pos long may spare.    

Upon a Kiss.  
Dialogue  Sylvanus. Cupid. Sylu. 
I Prithee Cupid tell me this,  
What pleasure is there in a kiss?  
I've kissed our Mopsa's lips, but ne'er  
Can find one jot of sweetness there.  Cup. 
Poor silly swain it no wonder is  
Thou couldst not taste that subtle bliss.  
'tis sublimated fare above  
All sense but what's inspired by Love.  Sylu. 
I cannot choose but laugh to see  
A boy fraught with such subtlety.  
To makes believe such sweets there dwell  
Which nought but Ignorance can tell.  Cup. 
Peace daring mortal ruled by sense,  
Blaspheme not mine omnipotence.  
Lest with this shaft, my thunder, I  
Do burn thee for thy Haeresy.  Sylu. 
Alas blind boy do'ned think that I  
Regard thy weak Artillery.  
Go, shoot at Sparrows not at Heart's  
Mine here defies thy sharpest darts.  Cup. 
This bow made Phoebus yield to me,  
And now, rash youth, it shall wound thee.—  
Now go and see if thou canst taste  
The sweets of Lovers chief repast.  

Novembris. 16.  Sylu. 

I've been and seen and tasted more  
Than e'er I could discern before.  
And now conclude no pow'rs above  
That Oecumenick Monarch, Love.   

Such kisses 
(a) Oscala libavit natae.— Virg: Aenead. 1.  Erycina gave  
To Jove her father, when she'd crave  
A respite for her wand'ring boy  
Escaping from the flames of Troy.   

Nor were her namesake's aught behind  
By th' Lover's Alchemy refined.  
The Magister all 
(b) Non voluptaosim sicat Suavium, nec religiosum tantum vel●● Osculum, nec fictiti●m ●anquam Basium, nec lasciv●m uti 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, sed Quinta quaedam essentia hisce omnibus elimatior.  Quintessence  
Of 
(c) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Theo●: 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. 28  suavity and Innocence.  
And now the Heptarchs' of the skies  
With us did seem to sympathise.  
The King of Poets and the Queen  
Of Love were in 
(a) Nou. 16. Hor. 8. ☉ and ♀ in Conjunction from whence she became Oriental.—  conjunct'on seen.   

Hence, by a Praedesigne of Fate,  
Her Or'entality bears date.  
And my janthe shines to me  
As bright a Morningstar as she.   

Chorus. Let Rebels now his rule disclaim,  
For my part I Love's Liegeman am:  
And henceforth Orthodox will be  
In worshipping his Deity.  
Obeying his Poppoean law  
Which keeps the Universe in awe.     

The Parallel.  

LEt Nature's Cabalists explore the cause  
That Ignivomous mount ' hath stopped his jaws,  
Who with his often eructat'ons hurled,  
Such flames as used to terrify the world.  
Those subterran'an fires, though there at rest,  
Have broken out, I feel, within my breast.  
My heart is now Vesuvius, that flame  
Wherein I broyl, proves Vulcan is not lame.  
Here Sirius still reigns, nor can I find  
The least abatement by Etes'an wind.  
That seeming Amphitheatre, where eye  
Ne'er saw aught personate but Vacancy,  
Is here become the real place where lies  
Both Scene and Stage of my long Tragedies  
By Erycina acted; and beneath  
Her Statue's fixed crowned with a victor's wreath.  
But here we differ, that fire used to be  
Kindled to bode some dire Catastrophe:  
And so was transient, or did admit  
Respite for want of stuff to cherish it.  
But these great Conflagrations which I  
Endure (alas) do still receive supply  
Of Fuel to augment them, while the same  
Proves both Incendiary, and the flame.    

Upon the Ideses of March.  
Onomasticon.  

PErusing my old Kalend r, I find  
This day to great 
(a) Idibus est Annae festum geniale perennae, Hand procul a ripis, advena Tybri, tuis. Ovid: Fast: 3.  Perenna's feast assigned:  
Which hard by Tyber's banks was wont to be  
Celebrated with much solemnity.  
But sigh their Flamens left it in suspense  
Who 'twas did merit such preeminence,  
Whether the Moon, Themis, Elisa's sister,  
Or her Jove made a Cow because he kissed her.  
I hope I may without offence applied  
To one that more deserves that Epithet.  
For all our Druids have long since forsook  
These Woods wherein they once such pleasure took.  
And no Remainss can show what Rituals  
Served at these antiquated Festivals.  
Here then I'll sit, and in my fancy raise  
A Fane for Erycina's ann'all praise.  
Wherein our Oreads and Hamadryads,  
Our Seagreen Nereids, and our clearskined Naiads,  
Shall yearly the new Operas recite  
As was the custom in the 
(a) Illic & cantant, quiicquid didicere Theatris. Ovid: Fast. 3.  former rite,  
Than ' 'tshall appear janthe doth excel  
The famous gossip of our Buxton well.  
Then Decio shall be in more repute  
Than she that Malta's Knights did institute.  
She that taught Ladies first to ride aside  
Shall be by Amaranta then outvy'd.  
And Polyonoma more right shall show,  
Then any other can pretend, thereto.  
Then future ages may perhaps believe  
The year, to which she Etymon doth give,  
Hence took 
(b) Nec mihi parva fides annos hinc isse priores Anna quod hoc coep●a est mense Perenna coli. Id: Ibid. 〈◊〉  beginning: While my Muse shall do  
Her best to make this Anne Perenna too.  
And I will unto nothing else aspire  
But so much happiness as not t' 
(c) Nil admirari, prope res est una, Numici, Solaque quae possit facere & servare bea●ū Hor: lib: 1. Ep: 6.  admire.    

To Idonea  
Upon her distrust of his constancy.  

CAn Fishes live i'th' air? can Eagles creep  
Along the caverns of the raging deep?  
Can Salamanders change their Element?  
Or can the lean Camel'on break up Lent,  
Usurp old Amphitrite's proper ward,  
And feed o'th' Nobles of the scaly herd?  
Can Rivers lose their way, and backward run  
Unto the Fountains where their Streams begun?  
Can Rocks forget their ponderosity,  
And soar like atoms in the azure Sky?  
Can Bladders sound the Cataracts of Nile,  
Or the abyss of Canacus his hill?  
Can th' Needle turn to th' South? Can Magnets fly  
From Iron by innate antipathy?  
Can th' Orbs o'th' Planets cease? Can fixed Stars fall,  
And lie like Bristel-Diamends on this ball?  
Can Fire descend? Can Water scale the cliff  
Of Athos, or aspiring Tenariff?  
Canth ' Earth turn fluid, and expose to view  
Her weighty treasure like the pearly dew?  
Can Air condensed grow ponderous, and flit  
Unto the Centre as it's proper seat?  
Can Nature abrogate those laws which she  
Confirmed to last to perpetuity?  
If so, you have some cause to deem that I  
Apostatise from vowed fidelity.   

Oh no, my Dear, that wound, which in my heart  
The winged boy made with his golden dart,  
Is not so supersic'al to admit  
Absence or objects for to pall'ate it;  
Much less recure, what every SIGHT of thee  
Doth bruise, and every WORD doth scarify.  
What every TOUCH doth venom and make swell,  
What every KISS doth make incurable.  
What  be then, when th' 
(a)— 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Hes. in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  Black-eyed Queen shall squeeze  
Into our cups the QUINTESSENCE of these?  
That 
(b) 
Quinta parte sai Nectaris— Hor: Carm: 1. Odd: 13.  
Qainque etenim sunt partes amoris, Aspectus, Colloquium, Tactus,  
Osculum, Concubitus, disticho illo Ovidiano complexa,  
Ut praesens spectem Cingram, tangamque, loquarque.  
Oscalaque admoveam, si nil conceditur ultra. Metam: 10.   fifth part of her Nectar? Which may I  
And thou long drink without satiety.  
For while that Morta deigns to spare my thread,  
By all the pleasures of thy Nupt'all bed  
I will be thine, and common fairs detest,  
And in this resolution IREST, etc.    

An ELO/ EGIE Upon the death of the Incomparable Violist FRANCES POLEWHEELE deceased April, 12. 1663.  

BUT canst thou go great soul of Melody,  
And not a Bard vouchsafe an Elegy?  
No, that thou shalt not, from my blooming years  
Accept this tribute of a Sister's tears.  
Methinks I see thee mount thy Pedestal,  
And hear the Organs play the Gradual.  
Methinks I see thee st ll possess thy chair  
Running divis'on on thy Lyd'an Aire.  
While the attentive crowd amazed stand  
At the Aspend'an touches of thy hand.  
Whereby more men to virtue thou didst call  
Than th' Author stones unto the Theban wall.  
Hadst thou yled to Anticyra, thou mightst—  
Have played a Motet in divinest rites.  
They that went from thee discomposed in spirit  
Do Pindar's heavy censure justly merit.  
Thou mad'st in●nimates extatick too,  
Which Orpheus, nor Arion, ne'er could do.  
Their Agathon'an lightness made them dance,  
But thine put every tree in●o a trance.  
Na, Lachesis was so attentive grown  
Unto thy part, that she forgot her own.  
And so through inadvertency she left  
Spinning, and wretched us of thee bereft.  
Oh fatal Girl! had she known what she did  
She would not have so soon put up thy thread.  
Or hadst thou taken but thy Viol with thee,  
Minos would have had nothing to say to thee.  
That might the incorrupted bench have bribed,  
And forced the Judges to have thee reprieved.  
But now expostulat'ons are in vain,  
No hopes my Muse shall fetch thee back again.  
Wherefore I'll dreyn the torrent of her eyes,  
And leave the Sphoeres to sing thy obsequies.    

To Erycina, Upon her retirement to Norwich.  
Madam,  

Sigh 'tis your pleasure to deprive  
Us of that influence by which we live,  
Permit your poor Devoto to recount  
To what his infoelicities amount.  
Which, though they be as 
(a) Foelix qui patitur quae numerare potest. Ovid: Tr: 5. El: 1.  numberless as true,  
Are all summed up in this, his loss of you  
Who only are not heaven, whilst his all  
Of comfort left is that they're 
(b) Quem fata cogunt, ille cum venia est miser. Sen: Hippolito: Act: 2  Venial.  
When first mine eyes these hidden flames revealed,  
Which, to increase my woes my tongue 
(c) Est aliquid fatale malum per verba levare. Ov: loc: praecit:  concealed,  
By misconstruction you did reprove  
That silence which doth 
(d) Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent. Sen: Hippolito: Ibid. Pervia dant vada plus mur muris, alta nihil. Incert.  magnify my love.  
In modesty distrusting that tried dart  
Your  eye, which, though it pierced my heart,  
Yet I was forced to love and to endure,  
With confidence in Telephus his 
(e) Vulnus in Herculeo quae quondam fecerat hoste Vulneris auxilium Pelias hasta tulit. Ovid: Rem: Amor: lib. 1.— Opusque meae bis sensit Telephus hastae. Idem: Metam: 12.  cure.   
But now that love, (alas) which used to be  
Fed with his proper 
(a) Spes est quae capiat, spes est quae pascat amorem O●: Met: 9  food, by Cachexy  
Lives only on its contrary despair  
More subtle than the lean Camel'on's fare.  
And yet he 
(b) Quoque minor spes est hoc magis ille capit. Id: Fas: 2● Iphis amar qua posse frui desperate, & auget Hoc ipsam flammas— Id: Metam: 9  thrives upon't, although I try  
All shifts for to evade's ubiquity.  
Now with some friends I taste of 
(c) Tu potes insanae veneris compescere fastus, &c Prop: ●: 3. El: 15 Saepe t●o cecidit m●nere vict●s amor. Tibul: lib: 3. El: 6.  Liber's wealth,  
And drink the Poets 
(d) Qui musas amat impares Ternos ter cyathos attonitus pe●et Va●es— Hor: Carm: 3. Odd: 19  Nonade to your health.  
Then with Diana in the woods I cheer  
My 
(e) Vel tu venandi studium coal, saepe recessit Turpi●er a Phoebi victa sorore Venus Ovid: Rem: Am: 1:  hounds in eager chase of Fox, or Deer.  
Yet allin vain, my heart doth still resent  
Those fires your absence will, I fear, 
(f) Phillida Demophoon praesens moderatius ussit. Exarsit velis accius illa datis. Id: Art: Amat: 2.  augment.  
Though had I kept them 
(g) Occulte si quis amavit, amet. Id: Trist: 3. El: 4.  secret they might then  
Have had the honour to have 
(h) Omnis amor magnus, sed aperto in conjuge major, Hanc Venus, ut vivat, ventilat ipsa facem. Prop: 4. El: 3.  greater been.  
But cursed Anteloquia, whose tongue  
First did your matchless innocence that wrong,  
Was made a 
(a) Make privy to your dealing as few as you may, For three may keep a counsel if twain be away Chau: fo: 323  third, and cheated by her 
(b)— a & hae simulare docentur? Hae quoque habent arres, quaque jabentur eunt. Ov: Heroid: 2.  tears  
My hopes of their increase are turned to fears.  
For which may all those miserable evils  
That ever were contrived by Duns or Devils  
Light on her: Or, what's worse, O let her be  
Full as unhappy as she hath made me.  
Now, through my fancy's optics I perceive  
The Trinobantine Virgins take their leave:  
With what unwillingness they strive to spell  
The parting lover's Shibboleths farewell.  
Such as those matron's valedict'on, when  
Pompey's 
(c)— Quam vix si castra mariti Victoris peteret, siccis dimittere matres Jam poterant occulis; tanto devinxit amore Hos pudor, hos probitas; castique modestia vultus. Luc: Ph: 8:  Cornelia left Mitylene.  
And reason good, we by your absence have  
Lost more of happiness than e'er you gave.  
For of all bad conditions his state  
Is the most wretched who was fortunate.  
How blest, if their own happiness they knew,  
Were those Icenians enjoying you!  
Whose presence onely's able to exclude,  
From the most wildring desert solitude.  
And now to Norwich shall this glory add  
To reinstate her in the place she 
(a) 
Tertia insignis civitas appellatur Norvick, etc.  
Mu●st: Geog 2. Though Heylin and other our modern  
Chorographers interpose Bristol betwixt York and Norwich  
and reckon her as Drayton doth, Polyolb: Song 20.  
With Towns of highest account the fourth of all the land.   had:  
Usurping Bristol from her throne detrude,  
And seat her third of the first magnitude.  
Nay, what devotion old Bards expressed  
In standing with their faces towards the West  
'Cause the Canary Isles, which by them were  
So memorised, are situated there.  
Such and far more to her shall moderns show  
That's made more fortunate than 
(b) 
Qu●●●olim fortunatae suerunt dictae ob nimiam  
ea●am fertilitatem. Munst: Geog: 6.   they by you.  
And with what Saint must that place be possessed  
That makes the Poet thus to turn a Priest?  
But may you not yet prove what some suspect,  
Unless in the Norsol●'an Dialect,  
A mother there; and so seem to beguiles  
In your retirement with their famous Wyles.  
Your pardon, Madam, if my love offends,  
Which mine, as well as others, faith transcends.  
'Tis not the shrine, though chief in nature's store,  
It is the Saint that I so much adore.  
Which I hope still I may, in spite of Fame,  
Without a Catachresis term the same.  
'tis true were chastity entailed upon  
Deformed persons by succession,  
Whereby all those that would be perfect Nuns  
Must be as ugly as th' Colanians;  
Perhaps I then might think those censures true  
Which malice hath so often cast on you:  
But now I must regard their words no more  
Than you did my neglected flames before.  
Those flames which have confuted all that thought  
You had no other beauty than you bought.  
For, though Parrhasius his cloth might be  
Exact enough to cheat a Zeuxis eye  
As much as did his painted Grapes the birds,  
Of such a thing no history affords  
A precedent; Apelles ne'er could turn  
A painted fire so right to make it burn.  
So that I cannot yet deny, what's due  
From all unto 
(a) 
Licet concupiscentiae amore puella pulchra amari  
magis quam turpis desiderer; vi tamen Naturae, quae  
complexio est temperantior, continentior atque moratior  
erit. Aug: Niphi de Pulch: Cap.: 59   formosity and you,  
A good opinion, although I know  
Those many snares that 
(b) 
— Cuneis an habent spectacala totis  
Quod securas ames quodque inde excerpere possis? Ju: sat: 6.  
Primus sollicitos fecisti Romule ludos,  
Cum juvit viduos rapta sabina viros. etc.  
Scilicet ex illo solennia more theatra  
Nunc quoque formosis insidiosa manent. Ov: Art: Amat: 1.   place subjects you to.  
For, by the aid of your chaste 
(a) 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Phoeyl: in Nou.  soul, you scorn  
All their assaults whether by mine or storm.  
And, while some tug at little Rumwald's shrine,  
And others Wilfrid's needle think too fine  
Because they cannot thread it, you defy  
All these Criteria of chastity.  
And, when you enter Hymen's bonds, and so  
Shall have a Jointure of a double 
(b) 
Vae nobis inquit conjux, at vae mihi coelebs,  
Vae nostrum simplex ergo tuumque duplex. And: l: 1 Ep: 132.   woe,  
Should he be blind again, I dare assure  
Pheron might here obtain a second cure.  
Nor need you fear the 
(c) The Stork wreker of Advoutrie Chauc: fol: 235.  Stork, nor to try all  
Your issue by the 
(d) 
— In terram parvus cam deciditinfans,  
Ne qua sit externae Veneris mistura timentes,  
Laetifica dubios explorant aspide partus. Luc: Phars: 9   Psylline Ordeal.  
No, thither you remove to shun this noise,  
And taste the sweetness of retired joys:  
Secure in innocence to hate and pity  
The toil and crowd of this unwieldy city.  
Whilst we the Orphan Theatre frequent,  
Deprived o'th' patronage your beauty lent.  
Better than that which once love would not let  
Ovid, Maugre his exile, to 
(e) 
Eque domo rursus pulchrae loca vertor ad urbis,  
Cunctaque mens ocalis praevidet illa suis;  
Nunc fora, nunc aedes, nunc marmore tecta theatra. Ounde Pont: 1. El 8.   forget,  
'Cause from obscenity reformed; although  
Our Zealots think it not reformed enough.  
They threatened with a thorough reformation  
Taken according to the last translation.  
And how that version did change the sense  
Some of our Churches too much evidence.  
Thus doth the Ignis fatuus delude  
That 
(a) Bellua multorum es capitum— Hor: lib: 1. Epist: 1.  many headed beast the multitude.  
So have I seen a Monkey break a glass  
Because it did reflect his ugly face.  
But there you are exempt, and uncontrol'd  
May laugh at th' dotage of this aged world;  
And in those 
(b) 
Norvico veteri locas est conterminus urbi  
Montosus, maltis umbrosis consitus ornis. Oc: Angl: Prael: 2.   Ashen groves these fools lament  
That realize what you did represent.  
O may the Marshland bailie ne'er arrest you,  
Nor any other malady molest you.  
But may your life, and that long, always be  
As free from sorrow as dishonesty.  
So wisheth he who hopes in time to prove  
His verse is fare inferior to's love.   

To Janus.  
Upon the new year.  

REview old Janus with thy backward face  
All past years by time's footsteps thou canst trace  
Search his dull mouldy Annals, try to find  
An year like this which thou hast left behind.  
Such grand remarks as Phoebus ne'er did see  
Since he and's Sister slept in 
(a) 
Me Chaos antiqui (nam res sum prisca) vocabant,  
Adspice quam longi temporis acta canam. Ovid: Fast: 1.   Chaos thee.  
At the last Session when all the Gods  
Were summoned, Love, and Hymen were at odds  
About a business then moved; which jars  
Alarmed to these much more that civil wars,  
Scarce to be reconciled; I wish that wine  
Were not the cause and so the Trumpet 
(b) 
Some Mythologists give the etymon of Janus from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
wi●e; because, as Noah, he taught men the use thereof.   thine.  
But they're resolved, although against her will,  
Dunmow shall keep her stinking Bacon still.  
Whilst I, supported on mine either hand  
By hope and patience climb an 
(c) 
Sicat ascensus arenosus in pedihas veterani, sic malier  
lingnata homini quieto. Siracides. Cap.: 25.   hill of sand.  
And now thou Turn-key to the 
(d) 
Quicquid abique vides, cael●m, mare, nabila, terras,  
Omnia sant nostro clausa patentque manu. Ov: Fast: 1.   Universe,  
Who dost with thy all-seeing eye disperse  
The mists of ignorance, (If o'er the fates  
Thou hast that power as o'er 
(e) 
Praesideo foribus coeli cum mitibus horis,  
It redit officio Jupiter ipse meo. Idem: Ibid:   Olympus' gates)  
See if in their Decretals thou canst find  
An end unto this amorous war assigned.  
And when Portumnus thou dost next survey  
Thy Kingdom situate i'th' Belgic sea,  
Before the rest let my beloved you're  
Receive a pledge of thy pecul'ar care.  
Upon whose happy banks there doth reside  
Augusta's loss, and the Icen'an pride  
My Amaranta, whom perhaps thou may'st  
Encounter walking on the marine waist.  
Going to see the wanton Nereids keep  
Their Revels in the curled German deep.  
If so, solicit her to grant a truce,  
And let my heart, her long since captive, lose.  
If she deny't (but speak as suppl'ants use)  
Get thy beloved Carna to infuse  
Some of her principles, her name alone  
Applied can make her verify her 
(a) Auna Heb. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉. Gratiosa, five misericors, aut requiescens, vel donans. Stephanus in Etymolog.  own  
And 'twixt these Gods a moderator be  
To reconcile their dire hostility;  
To which if she a per'ode please to put,  
Tell her she must Love's Janus-Temple shut.    

Satyricon.  

PEace testy dotard, wilt thou still dispense  
The rusty rules of thy experience?  
Thy Axioms to us but only be  
True signs of thy deceptibility.  
For thou didst once as much approve what now  
Thou seem'st to us so much to disallow.  
So that thy error's plain, for it would be,  
Monstrous should contradictories agree.  
And is't not reason we should now suspect  
The Organs of thy purblnd Intellect.  
A constant symptom of that 
(a) Senectas ipsa est morbus— Ter: Phorm: Act: 4. Scene: 1.  malady  
Which bends thee with its 
(b) 
Syr. Nequeo me caster, tantum est oneris quod fero.  
Dor. Quid oneris? Syr. Annos octoginta & quatuor. Plam: (Mer: Ac: 4. S: 1.   ponderosity.  
Go to the Earth, whereto thou tend'st, and see  
That Mans'on which must hold thy dross and thee.  
For ye will never part while thou'rt alive,  
If when thou'rt dead; a man as well may strive  
To wean the Steel from th' Agate as to hold  
Thee from th' embraces of thy God thy Gold,  
Which still is worshipped though there's nought whereby  
To prove the custom but the 
(c) 
— Vitium commune omnium est  
Quod nimium ad rem in senecta attenti sumus.  
Ter: Adelph: Act: 5. Scene: 8.   frequency.  
Such a magnetic virtue's in that bed  
To which thou'dst have thy sons too married.  
Notorious blindness to have Cupid be  
Guided by Fortune who's as blind as he.  
But what talk I of Cupid now? his bow,  
Alas was broken many years ago.  
There's no such thing as love remains, those darts  
Which wound the hardest adamantine hearts.  
The dowry 
(a)— Veniant a dote fagittae. Juv: Sat: 6.  throws, and nothing's thought so bad  
As that good Statute which 
(b) Virgins sine dote nubere jussit, ut uxores non pecuniae causa eligerenter, severiasque matrimonia s●a viri coercerent, cam nullis fraenis dotis tenerentur. Munsi: Geog: 4.  Lycurgus made.  
O! what egreg'ous cow'rdise 'tis to be  
Led captive by so weak an enemy!  
Poor feeble bloodless trunk, where hast thou lost  
Those brave heroic streams which thou didst boast  
Ran in thy veins? Was't some Romantic strain  
Drew that Chimoera from thy towering brain?  
I think so too, Nobility's nought else  
But a mere name created by ourselves.  
But such a wench deserves not such a Lord  
Because her rustic birth cannot afford  
Enough Easterling thousands for to be  
A counterpoise to his nobility.  
Yet this is no embargo to his course,  
Though't be a common Aphorism, the source  
Of whose affection is true love, a mint  
That hath a mixture o'th' Platonic in't.  
That man's pretended ardours but desire  
Which needs such fuel to maintain his fire.  
And who would stand upon this word called birth?  
Heroic souls oft lodge in humble earth.   

Si Natura negat facit indignatio versum  
Qualemcunque potest— Juv. Sat. 1.    

A Map of the World.  

THis World's a Theatre whereon are acted  
Blind Fortune's plays;  
And 'tis so commodiously compacted  
It serves always:  
Sometimes she represents a Tragic scene  
Then party one's;  
And then instead of Coruses between  
Chants Comic tones:  
Thus by vicissitudes her wheel always  
Degrades and elevates what spokes she please.   

Just now she'll throw a man into the air  
Of pop lar breath;  
Then let him fall into the hell despair  
And tempt his death:  
Nay I observe those Dung-bred scarabyes  
Which hate the light,  
Hovering upon her wings aloof i'th' Skies  
E'er it be night:  
So blind is Plutus who promoting Braves  
Dooms more deserving one's to be their slaves.   

Here goes a Gallant hurr'ed on before's  
In Fortune's lap,  
Who talks of nothing but his hounds or whores,  
Or else a clap:  
At last he doth repent, when 'tis too late,  
That e'er he see one;  
When they have brought him to the currish fate  
Of poor Actaeon.  
So Phoebus passing the Merid'an line  
Admits no Remora but must decline.   

There runs a Poet that's in need of Money  
And so pursues him,  
Begging for Patronage and Patrimony  
Though he abuse him:  
Yet still his fancy domineers in spite  
And cares not for her,  
But flouts at Fortune's foolish favourites  
Who thus adore her.  
And that's the reason why this purblind whore  
Hath Poets doomed inevitably poor.   

Walk over the forked hill, I do not think  
There is one there  
But out of th' horse's footing used to drink  
For want beer.  
They'll sing thy praise in hope to gain thereby  
Exchange for verse;  
Like those that waiting on the Chilterne lie  
For passengers.  
And when thou dost return thou'lt say, I know it,  
The way to begg'ries to be first a Poet.  
Here sails a Merchant with an eager chase  
Pursuing wealth;  
Who, so that he can stow it up a pace  
Scorns ease or health:  
Through stormy seas to both the Indies flies  
To fetch home's wares,  
And when his Cue of Exit comes he dies,  
And leaves its heirs.  
And they in recompense will let him lie  
Perhaps within a tomb of Porphyry.   

There walks a plodding Student beating's brains  
About a notion,  
Another stands musing on lofty strains  
Of Elocution;  
A third consumes his oil and wealth to dive  
Hermetick mysteries,  
Till at the last perhaps he doth perceive  
His gross simplicities,  
For the most learned only come to know  
After all's done that they are nothing so.   

Here wades a Farmer wearing time and leather  
To fill his barns,  
Drives on regarding neither wind nor weather  
Nor Nocturne harms;  
Goes to bed late, and antedates the day  
To look his sheep,  
Where if he misseth one that's gone astray  
He cannot sleep;  
And after all his breath and labours spent  
Death tells him he must leave his tenement.   

There sits a Miser hugging of his chest  
Full fraught with treasure,  
Who for anxiety can't take his rest  
Nor any pleasure;  
But as he's casting up's accounts Death comes  
And finds him set  
And tells him he must lose his ill-gott ' sums,  
Pay Nature's debt,  
And leave what he on Usury hath lent  
Unto his heirs to be profusely spent.   

Here lies a Sould'er clap in massy steel  
Upon the ground  
Who, when he wakes, for numbness cannot feel  
His deepest wound;  
Then up he gets and toed'ous march assumes  
To meet his foes,  
Where he perhaps may get some costly plumes  
Or else he goes  
To bed with's fathers; Thus men strive to have  
A toilsome life or honourable grave.   

Such is this World which we may well compare  
Unto a bubble,  
Where every one that comes taketh pains and care  
To purchase trouble,  
Thinking perhaps it will eternize them,  
I can't tell why,  
Though they live Nestor or Methusalem  
Yet they must die.  
And after th' revolut'on of few years  
Are quite forgot'as if they never were.   

Thus we are sent upon this spac'ous stage  
To act our parts,  
Some go off Mutes, others sigh out an age  
In ache and smarts.  
The Earth is our Proscenium where we  
Tyre and retire,  

(a) Laudabam primum ego mortuos ipsos qui jam sine mortui prae vivis qui vivant adhac: Sed melior postea utrisque visus est qui adhuc non fair, qui non vidit malum istud pessimum quod sit sub sole. Solom. Eccles. Cap. 3. V 24, 25.  Wherefore than th'living happy'r they that be  
Long since expired,  
And than them both such as have never been  
Nor these innumerable evils seen.   
FINIS