THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD 
 ENDOWMENT FUND
 
 EXTRACTS 
 
 from 
 
 JUVENILIA or POEMS 
 
 by 
 GEORGE WITHER 
 
 You enchanting Spells that lye 
 Lurking in fweet Poefy. 
 
 Wilier. 
 
 LONDON; 
 Printed by GEORGE BIGG, 1785. 
 
 Sold by J. SEWELL, Cornhiil; and J. DEBRETT, 
 
 oppofite Burlington Houfe, Piccadilly.
 
 PR 
 
 DEDICATION. 
 
 To 
 
 There is naturally in the human mind a ftrong 
 -difpofition to admire TRUTH j an exaSt reprefenta- 
 tion pleafes in a pi&ure, even when the things 
 reprefented are, in themfelves, uninterefting : But, 
 whatever brings to remembrance the Objes that 
 are dear, in our affections or refpedl, is a perpetual 
 fource of exalted pleafure on Earth. 
 
 If You had been unknown to me, Wither** Poem 
 
 of " FAIR VIRTUE" would have given me much 
 
 a 2, kfs
 
 lefs pleafure than it has j I fhould then have read 
 it only as an elegant defcription of an ideal Being : 
 but the many traits in your character, which bear 
 a ftriking refemblance to the fineft parts of his de- 
 fcription, bring that defcription home to the Heart, 
 as the Picture of Truth, and not of Fancy. 
 
 Every one who knows Tou t will join in the Puts 
 exclamation 
 
 Can I think, the Guide of Heavtn, 
 Hath fo bountifully given, 
 " Outward features, 'caufe He meant, 
 " To have made lefs excellent, 
 " Your divine part ? or fuppofe 
 " "Beauty^ Goodnefe doth oppofe j 
 
 " Like
 
 " Like thofe Fools, who do defpair, 
 * { To find Any, Good, and Fair ? 
 " Rather, there I feek a mind 
 " Moft excelling, where I find 
 * 4 God hath, to the body, lent 
 " Moft-befeeming Ornament. 
 
 " And I do believe it true, 
 " That, as we the Body view 
 " Nearer to Perfection grow : 
 " So, the Soul herfelf doth (how : 
 " Others more and more excelling, 
 " In her powers ; as in her dwelling." 
 
 Altho* fit fubjecl for comparifon may be found 
 in Tour Perfon ; it is from the Poet's defcription of 
 
 the
 
 VI 
 
 the Mind and Behaviour, whence an idea, of 
 perfed fimilitude, arifes in the imagination of 
 
 Your moft devoted 
 May, 1785. Jrettpbil. 
 
 INTRO-
 
 vii 
 
 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 THE intention of this Publication is, to diffufe 
 that pleafure, which the Editor has enjoyed from 
 the perufal of Cither's POEMS, by promoting a 
 Republication of the JUVENILIA, in cafe the Publick 
 Curiofity fhould be incited, to recover from ob- 
 fcurity thefe, almoft forgotten, POEMS. 
 
 -\ , 
 
 The Editor will venture to fay that The Poem 
 " FAIR VIRTUE, The Miftrefs of Philarete." con- 
 tains a more perfect Syftem of Female Tuition 
 than is any where elfe to be found. Wither'* 
 Pen flows as freely with becoming praife, as biting 
 Satyre; and was always employed in the caufe of 
 Virtue: There is, in his Works, ut common 
 ftrength of mind, and peculiarity of thought, often 
 moft happily expreft, 
 
 The
 
 Ylll 
 
 The Editor having mentioned, in the courfe of 
 this Publication, father's HALELUIAH, he cannot 
 rcfift tranfcribing two pieces from it ; The one an 
 anniverfary ejaculation of a happy Couple : The 
 other an annual Tribute to the Memory of a de- 
 parted Friend. 
 
 (t For anniverfary Marriage-days. 
 
 LORD, living, here are we 
 
 As faft united, yet, 
 As when o.ur Hands, and Hearts by Thee, 
 
 Together, firft were knit, 
 
 And, in a thankful Song, 
 
 Now, fing we will Thy Praife, 
 For, that Thou doft as well prolong 
 
 Our loving^ as our Days. 
 
 Together we have now, 
 Begun another year; 
 But, how much time Thou wilt allow, 
 Thou maks'c it not appear. 
 
 We,
 
 We, therefore, do implore, 
 That live, and love, we may, 
 Still fo, as if but one day more, 
 Together we fhould ftay. 
 
 Let each of others wealth, 
 
 Preferve a faithful care, 
 And of each other's Joy and Health} 
 
 As if one Soul we were. 
 
 Such confcience let us make, 
 
 Each other not to grieve, 
 As if we, daily, were to take 
 
 Our Everlafting- Leave. 
 
 The frowardnefs, that fprings 
 
 From our corrupted- kind, 
 Or from thofe troublous out-war d-thlngs^ 
 
 Which may diftracl the mind j 
 
 Permit Thou not, oh LORD, 
 
 Our conftant Love to fhake ; 
 Or, to difturb our true accord; 
 
 Or, make our hearts to ake. 
 
 But
 
 But let thefe Frailties prove 
 
 AffeEliws Exercift: 
 And, that Discretion, teach our Love. 
 
 Which wins the nobleft prize. 
 
 So, Time, which wears away 
 
 And ruins all things elfe, 
 Shall fix our Love on Thee for aye, 
 
 In whom, Perfection, dwells." 
 
 " For an anniverfary Funeral- day. 
 
 The Day is now return'd 
 Which in memorial of my Friend 
 
 (When firlt for her I mourn'd) 
 To fet apart I did intend. 
 'Tis now a year, 
 Since for my Dear 9 
 This yearly Rite was donej 
 And, I as yet, 
 Do not foiget 
 
 My loflfes to bemoan. 
 
 I mud
 
 I muft indeed confefs 
 That (tho' to LOVE, ftill, true I am) 
 
 My PaJJlons now are lefs : 
 And, that my Grief is not the fame; 
 
 For, Time aflures 
 
 JVlore perfeft cures, 
 When Sorrow woundeth man^ 
 
 Than all the pow'rs 
 
 Of Herbs and Flow'rs, 
 Or Human-Reafon can t 
 
 Thy Name, oh GOD, I praife 
 That, Thou, by Time, haft eas'd me fo : 
 
 For, doubtlefs, length of days, 
 Without Thy Mercy, lengthens Woe. 
 
 When Thou doft pleafe, 
 
 From Pain, to Eafe t 
 We in a night return. 
 
 And when we grieve, 
 
 Thou muft relieve, 
 Or, we (hall ever mourn. 
 
 That
 
 Xll 
 
 That yearly Rite, therefore, 
 Which to my Friend, my paffion vow'd; 
 
 Shall honour her the more, 
 If, on Thy praife, it be beftow'd, 
 
 And, if this Day 
 
 Will pafs away 
 In thankful thoughts of Thee; 
 
 Which once I meant 
 
 To have mifpent, 
 In Griefs that fruitlefs be. 
 
 Nor is my Friend forgot 
 Tho' thus I turn from her to Thee : 
 
 The lefs I love her not, 
 Tho' now I fing Thy love to me. 
 WhilftTheelmind,, 
 In Thee I find 
 My Friend again reviv'd: 
 When her alone, 
 I think upon, 
 I, for one dead y am griev'd. 
 
 The
 
 XIII 
 
 The Virtues of this Friend, 
 Within myfelf let me improve; 
 
 And to that noble End, 
 Caufe her memorial me to move. 
 For, if we ft ray, 
 From their Juft-way, 
 
 Whom we in Life approv'd; 
 Thofe whom we feem'd 
 To have efteem'd, 
 
 We never truly lov'd 
 
 LORD, I am drawing near, 
 To her Eftate whom I bemoan; 
 
 Yea, nearer by a year, 
 Than when this duty laft was done. 
 And ftill I come 
 The farther from 
 
 The State I did deplore; 
 As nearer to 
 That State, I grow 
 
 Which equals Rich and Poor. 
 
 Vouch fa fc,
 
 xiv 
 
 Vouchfafe, oh GOD ' I pray, 
 That hence remov'J \\ h; n I fhall be, 
 
 In Thee behold I may, 
 All thofe that were belov'd of me. 
 Yea, let none here, 
 To me be dear, 
 But thofe whom 1 fhall find, 
 Enjoy that Love, 
 In Heaven above, 
 Which thty, on Larth, fhould mind.'" 
 
 The Editor's Avocations do not admit him to 
 undertake the P (publication of ft ' ither's JUVENILIA 
 but he would not hefuate to communicate his copy 
 to a proper Perfon for that purpofe.
 
 TH IS, almoft forgotten Poet, GEORGE WITHER 
 or JVytbcr^ was born on II th June 1588 ami 
 tlitd 2 J May 1667. 
 
 His early Works were much admired, as appears 
 from the various editions of them ; in his Fragmenta 
 Prtphtticai it is faid, that about thirty tboufand 
 copies of *' His Malta" printed in 1618, were 
 fold in a few n o iths ; altho' this Poem is now 
 fcarcely to be f. unJ : The Jid. ; tor has two different 
 Editions of it in 8. printed in 1621 : and another in 
 the 12.. Edition of the Jiweni/ia 1633. 
 
 The JUVENILIA is a CsUftfion of Pccms, before 
 publiflicd, wiiitcn by George H'llber ; the 1^.. 
 Edition is dated 16^3: but this Coliedion was oi' 
 an earlier date viz Ib22, in S 
 
 The Copy of the 8 Edition, in the Editor's 
 
 poffdlkn, wants Uie crgraved Fiontispi{ce t which is 
 
 A the
 
 the Title-Page^ but the following introductory vcrfej 
 are prefixed to " jikyfes Jlript and whipt," both in. 
 the 8. Edition of 1 622, and the 1 2. Edition of 1633. 
 
 To the R E A D E R,> 
 
 Upon tbefe Poems 
 
 THESE JUVENILIA (or thefe yswh-tnjl>rj:c^ 
 Set forth in homely and unpolifht Rhinus, 
 Let none defpife : For, whatfoe'r they fcem, 
 They have theiry/?/^ their ufe, and their tjlttn^ 
 And will be read ; wh.en thofe, more fecming wife, 
 Have far lefs ufe, and fhorter Dtftinies. 
 Nor^read you them, with that ccnforious eye, 
 As if you look.'.! for turiou'ft Pccfy. 
 If that be fcught for, others can afford 
 Large Volumes, and with Art, far Letter fiord. 
 And, this our dutb:r anfwers your dtfire, 
 If for his riper lab-.-urs you enquire. 
 
 Here
 
 Here, you (hall fee what AV/arc could impart, 
 re he had Time, cr Means, to compafs Art: 
 What Strains a native honefty could reach ; 
 What knowledge and what boldnefs it can teach : 
 And, that in TRUTH, a majefty there is, 
 Tho' mafked in dlfpttcd fonp/enfft. 
 
 Among the Learrfd^ this Author had no name, 
 Nor did he this way think to purchafe Fame; 
 For, when he This compofeJ, it was more, 
 Than he had read in twice twelve months before j 
 And by his latter ftudies, fome difcern, 
 
 That, firft he writ, and then be^an to learn, 
 
 i he 
 Be't what it will ; 'tis that, he means (hall pafs, 
 
 To fliew how foolifo, and how wife he was. 
 
 No Criiick now, doth in thefe Poems fee, 
 A blemifli, or a fcape, more foon than he : 
 He knows as well as they, what teems amifs 
 In thefe Inventions ; and what childifh is. 
 He knows how far they differ from thofe lays, 
 By which the learned Poet hunts for praife ; 
 
 A^t And
 
 4 
 
 And wherein thofe ?.bfurditics do Fy?, 
 Which (to their thinking) mar his Pocfy. 
 Ajid, yet, he will not mend them : For his name 
 Is loved more, and higher fives his f..mr, 
 By thcfe defpifed Numbers, than their pti.le 
 Can raife them yet, who did his lines deride. 
 And,, that his Atfatter wilt be ptiz'd, he knows ^ 
 When their fu'd language out of fafhion grows. 
 
 Thus therefore, uncorrecd and untri.uY, 
 ^-u have thefe Pctn:s> as they fir ft were limn'd : 
 Which (tho* fome may diflike) fome will approve, 
 For, many men will leave a pruned Grove, 
 And curious Garden-allies, to go fee, 
 JVkat pleafures in unfilled Mountains be: 
 And much delight in Woods to take the (hade, 
 Of artlcfs Arbours, by rude Nature made. 
 
 Befide; as there be many men, who long 
 To fte of what complexion being young 
 Their Bodies were ; and to that purpofe favc, 
 Unalter'd, thofe their Pictures which they Imvc. 
 
 So
 
 5 
 
 So, he, thus having drawn (as here you find) 
 In childifh years the picture of his mind^ 
 Unaker'd, leaves it j that in time to come, 
 Jt may appear how much he changeth from 
 The fame he was : And, that, bcfeen it may, 
 How lie amends^ grows worfe, or keeps a-Jlay. 
 Then, whether he could better this or no, 
 His purpofe is, fume other way to (how. 
 
 It is not eafy to determine what the JUVENILIA 
 properly comprehends ; The Editions of 1622 and 
 1633 agree, in lettering the (beets fucceflively from 
 * dltufes flript and wbipt" to the end of " The 
 4< Shepherd's Hunting ;" in the Edition of 1633, the 
 pages are continued to the end of *' Fidelia j" but 
 not lettered, and its particular Title-Page is dated 
 1632: in the Edition of 1622 " Fidelia" is nei- 
 ther lettered nor pagrd, tho* dated 1622. " Wither 1 's 
 " Motto" is in both volumes; but not paged in 
 either - t and lettered by itfelf in both. In the 8. 
 Edition, \hz firmer pieces are printed fcr ydn Eudge 
 A 3 and
 
 and " father's Motto" for John Jl'arrici : In the i z a . 
 Edition ihz former for Robert Allot and the u Metis'' 
 for John Grifmond : " The Miftrefs of Philarcte'' is 
 not in the 8. volume ; but whether accidentally 
 deficient in the copy which the Editor pofil 
 omitted in the collection,, does not appear, thx/ 
 there is no catch word to indicate its having ever 
 been in the Volume : in the 12. Edition it is con- 
 nected to the " J'/;//a" by a catch word, and as it 
 is preceded by a preface of Jsbn Mjrriot, tho* 
 printed for Jsim Grijinind, it is mod probably re- 
 prirt:d by Grij/naid from a former Edition. (\y 
 JLrriot, as well r.s the " Mutto." 
 
 Wosd (A then. Oxon) Hiys that 
 " Itcr Hibernicum, or liifh Journey"] 
 
 " Iter Dor: or Northern Journey I 
 
 ; ^.wntten in 
 
 " Patrick's Purgatory , verfe 
 
 " Philarctc's Complaint 
 " were called ihc Ji:\ EMLIA"
 
 7 
 
 TVood is'demonftrably wrong, concerning the Con" 
 tent* ; of the JUVENILIA j and therefore a doubt muft 
 remain, whether the Poems, mentioned by him, are 
 the Works of f-Flther. " Philarete's Complaint" 
 called in the early Editions of " Abufes flript and 
 vvhipt" drctopbii's Complaint, is alluded to by the 
 /Whimfelf,. but the others do not appear any where 
 to be even hinted at. Wosd adds that he had never 
 fcen " The M.ftrefs of Philareie" fo that it is inr 
 certain whether " Pbilartttfi Comphint" and "The 
 " Mi/lrefs of Pbilarete' be the fame Poem under 
 different names, or different Poems.. 
 
 In two Copies, which the Editor has feen, of-the 
 *2. volume, the contents are the fame* viz* 
 
 Abufes
 
 8 
 
 various Editiont 
 ** Abides ftriptand whipt (161 i*)i6i3,2Edit. 12' 
 
 ii. 1622,8. 16331,12. 
 Prince Henry's Obfequies( 1 6 1 2,4.. ) 1 61 7,1 i*. 162?, 
 
 8. 1633, I2 > 
 A Saty re to the King i6i4,i2.(i6i5,8 Ji6i6, 
 
 12. 1622,8. 1633, 12. 
 
 q 
 
 The 
 
 Epithalamia . . 1622, 8. 1633, 12 
 
 * Mr. IL-rttrt has a copy of " Abuffs flript nnii 
 wliipt," wanting the T:tlt~Pi<ge, with Jl'i/btr'j Head 
 161 1 z:at: fuze 21 -- 1588 = 1609 ; fo that 5i i mu;1 
 relate to the Publication, and not to Witter* t age. The 
 copy at the Br'nijb Mujlu.vt, of the Edit. 1615, has 
 ll'iilw's Htad, but the Pages are 502, in Mr. Herbert*!. 
 344 ; fo that they cannot be the fame Edition. 
 
 t Book ai is dated 163;, certainly an error of the 
 Prefs,
 
 The Shepherds Hunting 16 15, 2 Edit. 12. [1620*,] 
 1622, 8. 1633, 12. 
 
 Fidelia 
 
 * It is fufpefted there is a mijlake here ; for fome 
 Stanzas quoted from this Edition of " The Shep- 
 herd's Hunting" are not in either of the Editions of 
 1615, nor in thofe of 1622 and 1633: It is therefore 
 very unlikely They fhould be fourxl in an intermediate 
 Edition of i62c, if there was fuch an Edition, which 
 iviay be doubted, for The Siatizat fo quoted from 
 " The Shepherd's Hunting" are really in " The 
 " Mijlrtfs of Pvilarete," The Stationer in a Pcft- 
 fcript to " The Miftrcft of Pb'darctt" mentions that 
 * ( fome of the Sonnets in //, had been before printed 
 " in the imperfffl and erroneous copy foclifhly en- 
 " titled his Works." Perhaps this imperftdl and 
 erroneous Edition may be what is refeired to, as 
 bearing date 1620. The Stanzas, in that quotation, 
 are *ot a/I, which " The Miftrefs of Philaiete" coa- 
 tains.
 
 10 
 
 fideli* . (1619, 8) ' 62 2*> 8 
 
 163^, 12 
 
 Wither'* Motto . . ( 1618), i62it,2Edit.8 
 1633, tf 
 
 Ep 
 
 igrams, Sonret$,Epi-l , 
 taphs, &c. 
 
 N. B. Thofc E'Jitions in Parcnthcfcs The 
 not fcen, the others are i his poffeflion.. 
 
 If 
 
 * To Fidelia" arc added " Paraplirafeson the Creed 
 and Lord's Prayer" not paged. 
 
 f The date \C$t is probably an rror of the Prcfs 
 for 1633, as the pr.ges are continued from *' The 
 ' Shepherds Hunting" th:o' " Fidelia." 
 
 t The Ti\le Page to " Wither 's Mot.'o" is engraven 
 and boars the dare 1621; but the Copy with the Collec- 
 tion of 1622, may have been primed in that year, a 
 the other pieces are, tho' the date vvas not altered in
 
 II 
 
 IF POETRY be the PUWER. of COMMANDING 
 ffie IMAGINATION, conveyed in meafured language 
 and exprfjjive epithet^ WITHER was truly a POET.- 
 Perhaps there is no where to be found, a greater 
 variety cf Engiijh Meafure than in His Writings^, 
 (Shakcfpear excepteJ) more Energy of Thought, 
 or more frequent developemcnt of the delicate 
 
 filaments of the Human Heart. 
 
 One 
 
 the Plate. The aflertion, therefore, of two dffirenf 
 Editions 1621, may be doubtful; and all that can be 
 pcfitively faid, is, that there are two different Editions 
 ?.of 1621, or 162-1 andthefubfequent year. The other 
 Copy, inpofleflion of the Editor, appears to be ante- 
 cedent to that bound up with i! : Collection of 1622, 
 as the Pojifcript is added 'to this laft : the former, by the 
 iinpreffion of the Copper Plate, appears, however, net 
 to have been the Firjl Edition, as the Plate is much 
 \v9rn. They are printed page for page, but with typo- 
 graphical differences.
 
 12 
 
 Ons modern Veifificr complained that JVitber's 
 vcife was rsugh\ On the other hand, a L.ulv, \vho 
 is Miftrefs of all the modulation of fwcct founds, 
 admired how the lines run into each other, with 
 the beauty of blank verfe, without loii.i^ the fpirit 
 of the lyrick meafurc: Attention to the Old Kng'.iih 
 Poe:s will clcaJy fhew, that there was a greater va- 
 riety admitted, in pronunciation and accent, than is 
 allowed in modern verification : The Ear which 
 cannot conform itfclf to the antient practice, hut 
 is hound in the SJiken Traces of modern verff, 
 may be offended, fomttimes, with the early Poets; 
 ;:;-. !, in every reader it will require a habit and ufe 
 before the liar attains the cornpleat pradtice, 
 v/Iti^.out which many lines will appear ptofxic, 
 \Vordsaifo become ebfih-te\ or what isv/oife, ap- 
 liropj-Lui.-d to v:;!^r.r Ideas crJy: fyth will ever be a 
 iian.Liiiig block to a reader without Genius. 
 
 Verfifieri frequently ftile themfclvcs P:<ts 9 
 but the recital of common ideas, in however flow- 
 ing language, can never, with propriety, be ftilcd 
 
 Poetry i
 
 Peetry; nor does the mofr, exal defcription of Na- 
 Jure, of Man or Manners deferve the name, unlefs 
 that defcription raife?, in the imagination, fonne 
 idea not expreffcd ; and if it does, nothing can be 
 fo trivia] as not to give pleafure to a mind cf quick: 
 conception: An apt example occurs in " ?be 
 ** Shepherds Planting" 
 
 " I with wonder heard thec frngj 
 
 ft At our laft yeai's revcllirg: 
 
 " Yea I fW the Lalks cling 
 
 4< Round about thcc in a ring; 
 
 ** As, if each one jealous were, 
 
 " Any but Herfeif Ihould hear." 
 
 The art of affigning a fanciful reafon for an or- 
 dinary aclion is the Soul cf Poetry: we can lure 
 imagine the countenances of the encircling auditory; 
 The Imagination muflr ever be the Poei's Coni- 
 rnentator: and Its fcope is univerfal, embracing 
 the World of Ideas as well as Forms: It may 
 happen hat a n-.ap fhsll be fo defiitute of Irnagina*
 
 tion, as to have no relifli for true Poetry^ and prefer 
 mellifluous verfesj but the want of fight decs not 
 prove that there are no Colours in the Rainbow. 
 They who are fatisfad, for pleaded none can be, with 
 the flowing lines of thofe modern verifiers, who 
 have fewer ideas, of their own, than the learned Pig 9 
 are not the People for whom the rcpajl of Witbef* 
 Poems is adapted ; Lovers of natural thought and 
 fentiment will be pleafed at being brought to ac- 
 quaintance with lf-'ither: but to enable them to judge 
 for themfelves was the intention of the Specimens 
 which follow: they are taken from different Psrms 9 
 to convey, to thofe who are ignorant of the Pott, 
 an idea of what they may expcdl: but fcarce any of 
 thefe quotations are compleat ; the intention of 
 them being to raife, and ntt tofitisfy, Curiofity. 
 
 In fome of his latter pieces, ff'itfor has given 
 up the reins to Enthufiafm, and is rather to be 
 confidered as difplaying himfelf in the character of 
 a Prophet, than a Poet : neither thtfe, nor his Pclttlcal 
 Petms, come v.'ithin the intention of this publica- 
 tion ;
 
 '5 
 
 ; ahho' many fine things are interfperfed in&is 
 Haleluiak, Campo-Mttfrst) and in his other pieces not 
 here recited : in the Haleluiab there are Come things, 
 perhaps, no where to be furpafled. 
 
 IFither's Prophetical and Political Poems feem to 
 have been the truccaufe of that depreciation of his 
 merit, which we find broached by his Cotemporaries, 
 and retailed in fubfequent writers. 
 
 Swift has ftigmatizcd Wither in his Battle of 
 the Books ; but as Drydcn is joined v/ith him, the 
 opprobium fails on the Critick and not on the Poets: 
 for it is too abfurd to be allowed in the candour of 
 criticifm, that condemnation fhould be paft on 
 Alexander's Feajl^ The Origin of Harmony, or Abfahm 
 and Acbittpbel) becaufe their Author, in his Plays, 
 publifhed much trafh, that has been fo juftly ri- 
 diculed by theRehearfal: The value of Poets muft be 
 tried by the fame itandard as the Metallick Ores ; by 
 the proportion of the finer metal to the drofs : and, 
 in the aggregate Mafs, a Grain of pure Gold is of 
 jBiore value than a pound of lead. 
 
 B 2 Wilbtr
 
 If 
 
 Wither having been actively concerned \n the 
 Civil Wars, his character as a Poet, as well as a 
 Man, is ftigmatized in the true fpirit of Party 
 Rage: a ftronger teftimony cannot be given of 
 this blindnefsof Prejudice, than the vile GRUB- 
 STREET, Taylor the water poet, being fct in com- 
 petition to JFither: we have now little concern 
 With Withers perfonal chara&er, but candour will 
 hefitate to join in condemnation of the Man^ when 
 the Pcft is fo unjuftly arraigned ; more cfpecialljr 
 as He was repeatedly thrown into prifon for IJit 
 Satires: and the laft time confined in New-Gate, at 
 above 70 years of age, for a MS genera! Satire, 
 feized in his own pofTeflion, and conftrued into x 
 libel againft the Houfe of Commons, without 
 hearing his defence, but garbling his MS to find, 
 exceptionable parts : This and all His other Satiret 
 were general: Thank God the Revolution has 
 banifhed from this Country, the oppreffion of 
 fuch Tyranical Power! and it is to be hoped we 
 fhall never be fo wanting to ourielves as to bring 
 it forth again from its lurking Place, by giving 
 
 the
 
 the trial, out of our own hands by juries, into 
 tbofe of any Judges whatever: if a Jury gives an 
 improper verdifl it is confined to the Jingle cafe 
 only, but the determination of Judges, whether 
 in the Houfe of Parliament or on the bench, is 
 made a precedent of 7^ 
 
 According to Pope, there is mc:c offence in 
 riwra/than in perfonql Satire 
 
 *' The fewer fiiil you name, you wound the more, 
 *' Bend is but one, but Phrpax is a fcore.' 1 
 
 it is not wonderful that profligate individuals fhould 
 refent general faiire^ but that there fliould be futh 
 proflitution and pcrveiflon of Public Juftjce, to 
 punifn It as an offence, is beyond credibility., if 
 the evidence was not uncontiovertible. 
 
 Gtnerai Satires are floral Ej/ays, which come, as 
 
 Lord Bacoit exprefies it, homr to every Man's h?art 
 
 and bofomj and alho' they admit fe\ver 
 
 B 3
 
 fdcas,than almoft any other fpecies of writing, ftJTl 
 Jf'iifar has introduced much Poetical imagery into 
 his Satires. They are written in rime, in Heroic^ 
 Verfe of ten fillables; and TFitbtr's Verfe will gain 
 more by being compared with Donne, his immediate 
 Predeceflbr, than it will hfc by a comparifon, with 
 Drydenot Pope: altho' Jtlther's JUVENILIA were 
 publifoed fcveral years before Drydcn was born. 
 
 Pope has faid 
 
 Drydcn taught to join, 
 The varying verfc, the full refounding line, 
 The long majeftic march, and energy divine* 
 
 but the claim of ha vine /r/? defer ved this chcra&er; 
 muft be granted to Wither^ altho* it be allowed Hf, 
 more even than DryJcn, 
 
 ----- ' wanted, or forgot,*' 
 What Pope calls 
 ' The Jaft and greateft art, the art to Wot.** 
 
 " Fair
 
 " Fair Virtue, The MiJIreft of Pbilarete," if nc* 
 the fir/?, appears to be one of tether's earliejl perfor- 
 mances. It feems to be alluded to in " Abufes 
 Stript and Whipt," in the early editions, under 
 the narne of " Aretophil's Complaint ;" and in 
 fubfequenr, under that of "Philarete's Complaint:" 
 In this Poem of " Fair Virtue," Wither has given 
 a moft elegant defcription of Woman, in perfon, 
 mind, and behaviour. 
 
 The Introduction faithfully fays " Hefeby thofe 
 <c Women, who defire to be truly beloved, may 
 <c know what makes them fo to be, and feek to 
 <c acquire thofe accon:plifhments of the Mind, 
 " which may endear them, when the fweeteft 
 " features of a beautiful face fhall be converted into 
 '* deformity. Here it fhall appear, that he who 
 " was able to conceive the mcft excellent pleaf- 
 " ingnefs, which could be apprehended in a 
 " corporeal Beauty; found it (even when he was 
 ** moft enamoured with it) far fhort of that unex- 
 
 " preflible
 
 20 
 
 * preflible fweetnefs, which he difcovercd in a 
 f virtuous and well tempered Difpoficion." 
 
 There cannot be a properer Introduction to 
 This Poem in praife of Female Excellence^ than fome 
 lines take from it. 
 
 Look on Moon y on Stars, on Stm t 
 All God's Creatures over- run ; 
 See, if all of them prefents, 
 To your mind, fuch fweet contents: 
 Or, if you, from them can take 
 Ought that may a Beauty make, 
 Shall one half fo pleafing prove, 
 As is Hersy whom you do love. 
 For, indeed, if there had been 
 Other Mortal Beauties fccn, 
 Objects for the love of man, 
 Vain was Their Creation then. 
 Yea, if this could well be granted, 
 Adam might his Eve have wanted.
 
 2* 
 
 But a Woman is the Creature^ 
 Whofe proportion with our nature 
 Beft agrees, and whofe perfections^ 
 Sympathize with our affections: 
 And not only, find our fenfes 
 Pleafure in their excellencies j 
 But our Reafon alfo knows 
 Sweetnefs in them, that outgoes 
 Human wit to comprehend ; 
 Much more, truely, to commend. 
 
 The Poem, " Fair Virtue" is introduced by a! 
 very tender Addrefs to His Miftrefs, of which the 
 following are fome of the Stanzas. 
 
 Hail, thou faireft of all Creatures, 
 
 Upon whom the Sun doth fliine; 
 
 Model of all rareft Features, 
 
 And Perfections moft divine. 
 
 Thrice all-hail : and blefled be 
 Thofe that love and honour Thte. 
 
 This
 
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 This, thy Picture* therefore fliew I 
 flaked unto every eye, 
 Yet no fear of Rival know I, 
 Neither touch ofjealoufte- t 
 
 For, the more make love to Thee ? 
 
 J the more fhall pleafed be. 
 
 r am no Italian lover, 
 
 That will mewe Thee in a Jayle; 
 
 But, thy Beautie I difcovcr, 
 
 EngtiJb-\\\X) without a vail, 
 If, Thou mayft be won awayj 
 Win and wear Thee he that may. 
 
 Yet, in this thou may ft believe me; 
 (So indifferent tho 1 feem) 
 Death with tortures would not grieve me, 
 More than lofs of thy efteem, 
 
 For, if VIRTUE me forfake; 
 
 % 
 
 All, a fcorn of me will make. 
 
 Then,
 
 Then, as I on Thee relying 
 t)o no changing feare in Theet 
 So, by my defeats fupplying, 
 From all changing, keep Thou me. 
 
 That, unmatched we may prove, 
 
 Thou, for Beautie ; I, for Love. 
 
 He commences the Poem with a defcription of? 
 the Scene, which is almoft the only thing that is 
 Pajloral * in the whole piece; fome Ladies 
 Overhearing him Hngrng, arc led by the voice to 
 the Place of his retirment j He invites them to 
 an Arbour, where after exchanging Compliment?, 
 They urge him to /ing: he at firft excuses himfelf; 
 but, being further urged, He complies. He then 
 changes the meafure from the heroick to the 
 
 lyritk. 
 
 You, 
 
 * A dignified Author, who has given part of the 
 Sonnet " Hence ye Syrens leave me," COLDLY calls 
 "The Miftrefs of PhiJaret" a long Pajlorai PUct.
 
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 You, that at a blufh can tell, 
 Where the beft perfections dwell ; 
 And the fubftance can conjecture, 
 By a fhadow, or a Picture: 
 Come, and try, if you by this, 
 Know my Miftrefs, who fhe is. 
 
 After inviting every thing to hearken, He con* 
 jcludes his invocation. 
 
 Laftly; you that will (I know) 
 Hear me wh'er you fhould.or no, 
 You; that feek to turn all flowers, 
 J3y your Breath's infectious powers, 
 Into fuch rank lothfome weeds 
 As your dunghill nature breeds. 
 Let your hearts be chafte, or here, 
 Come not, till you purge them clear. 
 Mark ; and mark then, what is word ; 
 For whate'er it fecm a,t fuft$ 
 
 If
 
 Jf you bring a modeft mind, 
 You (hall nought immodeft find, 
 But, if any too fevere, 
 Hap to lend a partial ear; 
 Or, out of his blindnefs yawn, 
 Such a word, as oh prophanef 
 Let him know thus much from me, 
 If here's ought prophane, 'tis He, 
 Who applies thefe excellencies, 
 Only to the touch of fenfes; 
 And, dim-fighted, cannot fee 
 Where the foul of this, may be. 
 
 A number of Sonnets are introduced, too many 
 to be given here, but a few extracts may not be 
 amifs 
 
 a.d Eyes what do you ail 
 To be thus illdifpoled? 
 Why doth your fleeping fail, 
 Now all rnens eife are clofed ! 
 
 C Was ; t
 
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 fy'as't T, that ne'er did bow 
 In any fervile duty; 
 And will you make me now* 
 A Slave to Love and Beauty ? 
 
 Shall then in earned truth, 
 My careful eyes obfrrve Her ? 
 Shall 1 confume my youth, 
 And fhort my time to ferve Her? 
 Shall I, beyond my ftrength, 
 Let Paflion's torments prove me, 
 To hear her fay, at length, 
 , I cannot lave Thee ? 
 
 Oh, rather let me dye, 
 
 Whilft I thus gentle find her, 
 
 'Twere worfe than death, if I 
 
 Should find fhc proves unkindcr. 
 One frown, (tho* but in jeft) 
 Or one unkindnefs, fained, 
 Would rcb me of more reft, 
 Then e'er could be regained. 
 
 But
 
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 But, in her eyes I find 
 Such fignsof Pity moving 5 
 She cannot be unkind j 
 Nor err, nor faile in loving. 
 And, on her forehead, this, 
 Seems written to relieve me; 
 My heart no joy fhall mifs, 
 That Love or ihs can give me.. 
 
 And this fhall be the worft, 
 
 Of all that can betide me ; 
 
 If I, like fome accurfl, 
 
 Should find my hopes deride me. 
 My Cares will not be long, 
 I know which way to mend them ; 
 I'll think, who did the wrong, 
 Sigh, break my heart, and end them. 
 
 C 2 Then
 
 Then the Port proceeds to the defciiption bf His 
 Miftrefs'* Pcrfon; 
 
 Firfl:, that part fhall be difclos'd 
 That's of Elements compos'd. 
 
 This pure fubftance is the fame, 
 Which the Body we do name; 
 Were that, of immortal fluff; 
 Tis refin'd and pure enough^ 
 To be call'd a Sou!; for furc, 
 Many Souls are not fo pure. 
 
 In the motion of each part, 
 Nature feems to itrive with Art, 
 Which .her gefture moft fhall blefs; 
 With the gifts of pleafingneft. 
 
 XVe will not anticipate the Potts pcrfe& defcription 
 by fciap?. but we cannot refift giving fome 
 part of the following paffionatc and beautiful 
 Sonnet 
 
 When
 
 When Philomela with her 
 
 The Spring had welcom'd in; 
 And Flora to bettrcw the Plains, 
 
 With Dafus did begin : 
 My Love and I (on whom fufpicious eyes 
 Had let a thoufand fpies) 
 To cozen Argus firove; 
 And feen of none 
 We got alone, 
 Into a fliady Grove. 
 
 On every bufli the Eglantine, 
 
 With leaves perfumed, hung, 
 The Primrofe made the Hedge-Rows fine, 
 
 The Woods, of Mufick rung. 
 The Earth, the Air, and all things did confpirq 
 To raife contentment higher. 
 That had I come to wooe: 
 Nor means of grace, 
 Nor time, nor Place; 
 Were wanting thereunto* 
 
 C' V,*nh
 
 3 
 With hand in hand, alone we walkt, 
 
 And oft each other ey'J : 
 Of Love, and Paflions paft, we talkt, 
 
 Which our poor hearts hath tried. 
 Our Souls infus'd into each others were, 
 And what may be her care, 
 Did my more forrow breed j 
 One mind we bore, 
 One Faith we fwore, 
 And both in one agreed. 
 
 Her dainty palm I gently preft, 
 And with her lips I plaid, 
 My Cheek upon her panting breafl, 
 
 And on her neck 1 laid, 
 And yet we had no fenfe of wanton luft; 
 Nor did we then miitrufl 
 The.Poifon in the fwect: 
 Our Bodies wrought 
 So clofe, we thought, 
 lecaufe our Souls fhould meet. 
 
 Bur,
 
 3 1 
 But > kiffing and embracing, we 
 
 So long together lay; 
 Her touches all enflamed me, 
 
 And I began to ftray. 
 
 JVly hands prefum'd fo far, they were too bold, 
 My Tongue, unwifely, told, 
 
 How much my Heart was chang'd. 
 And Virtue quite 
 Was put to flight, 
 Or for the time eftrang'd. 
 
 Oh ! what are we if in our ftrength, 
 
 We over-boldly truft ? 
 The flrongeft Forts, will yield at length: 
 
 And fo our Virtues muft. 
 In me no force of Reafon had prevail'd^ 
 If fhe had alfo fail'd, 
 
 But e'er I further ftray'd, 
 She fighing kift, 
 My naked wrift ; 
 And thus, in tears, (he faid. 
 
 Sweet
 
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 Sweet Heart, (quoth (he) if in thy bicafl, 
 
 Thofe Virtues real be, 
 Which hitherto thou haft profcfl, 
 
 And I believ'd in Thee: 
 Thy felf, and Me, ch ! feek not to abufc 
 Whilft Thee I thus rcfufe 
 In hotter flames 1 frie : 
 Yet, Jet us not, 
 Our true love fpot, 
 Oh I rather let me die. 
 
 Arc we the two, that have fo long, 
 
 Each others loves imbrac't ? 
 And never did Affedion wrong, 
 
 Nor think a thought unchaft : 
 And (hall, oh, (hall we now, our matchlefs j 
 For one poor touch ccftroy? 
 And all content forego ? 
 Oh ! no, my Dear, 
 Sweet Heart forbear; 
 I will no$ lofe tine fo. 
 
 POP
 
 33 
 For fhould we do a deed fo ba/e, 
 
 (As it can never be) 
 I could no more have feen thy face, 
 Nor wouldft thou look on me. 
 I fhould of all our Puflions grow afham'd, 
 And bluih when thou art nam'd, 
 Yea, (though thou conftant wert) 
 I being nought, 
 A jealous thought, 
 Would flili torment my heart. 
 
 What goodly thing do we obtain, 
 
 If I confent to Thee ? 
 Rare Joys we lofe, and what we gain, 
 
 But common pleafures be : 
 Yea, thofe (fome fay) who are to lull indin'd, 
 Drive love out of the mind ; 
 And fo much rcafon mifs ; 
 That they admire, 
 What kind of fire, 
 A chait affeilion is. 
 
 No
 
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 No vulgar blifs I aimed at, 
 
 When firft I heard thee wooc : 
 1'Jl never prize a man for that, 
 
 Which ev'ry Groom can do. 
 If that be Love; the bafeft men that be 
 Do love as well as we ; 
 Who, if we bear us well, 
 Do pafs them then, 
 As Angels^ men 
 In glory do excell. 
 
 Whilft thus fhe fpake, a cruel band 
 
 Of paffions feiz'd my Sogl : 
 And, what one feemed to command, 
 
 Another did controul. 
 Twist Good and ///, I did divided lye. 
 But as I rais'd mine eye, 
 In her mq thought I faw 
 Thofe Virtues fliin^ 
 Whofe Rays Divine, 
 Firft gave Dclire a Law. 
 
 With
 
 35 
 
 XVith that, I felt the blufii of fhame, 
 
 Into my cheek return ; 
 And Love> did with a charter flame, 
 
 Within my Bofom burn. 
 My Soul, her light of Reafon had renew'd 
 And by thofe beams I view'd, 
 How flily Luft enfnares, 
 And all the fires, 
 Of Ill-Defires, 
 I quenched with my tears. 
 
 Go wantons now, anJ flout at this 
 
 My Coldnefs, if you lift ; 
 Vain fools, you never knew the blifs, 
 
 That doth in Love confifr, 
 You figh, and weep, and labour to enjoy, 
 A Shade, a Dream, a Toy. 
 Poor Folly you purfue ; 
 And are unblelr, 
 Since every beaft, 
 In Pleafure equals you. 
 
 You
 
 You. never took fo rich content, 
 
 In all your wanton play, 
 As this to me hath pleafure lent, 
 
 That chaft fhe went away. 
 For as fome fins, which we committed have ; 
 Sharp flings behind them leave, 
 Whereby we vexed arc : 
 So ill fuppreft, 
 Begetteth reft, 
 And Peace, without compare. 
 
 It would make this too long to recite but a 
 fmall part of the beauties of this delightful Poem ; 
 The following contains fuch an example to the 
 Fair Sex, it would be unpardonable to pafs it over. 
 
 By herfel r , fhe hath fuch care, 
 That her actions decent are ; 
 For, were (he in fecret hul, 
 None might fee her what (lie did j 
 She would do, as if, for S flies, 
 Every wall were ftuck with eyes.
 
 37 
 
 And be chary of her Honour, 
 'Caufe the heavens do look upon her ; 
 And, oh, what had power to move, 
 Flames of Luft, or wanton Love, 
 So far, to difpamge us, 
 If we all were minded thus ? 
 Thefe are Beauties which (hall laff, 
 When the crimfon blood (hall waft, 
 And the fhining hair wax grey, 
 Or with age be worn away, 
 Thefe yield pleafure?, fuch as might 
 Be remember'd with delight; 
 When we gafp oar lateft breath, 
 On the loathed bed of death. 
 
 Tho' difcreetly fpeak flie can, 
 She'll be filent, rather than 
 Talk when others may be heard: 
 As if fhe did hate, or fear'd, 
 Their Condition ; who will force 
 All, to wait on their difcourfe. 
 
 D Reafcn
 
 38 
 
 Reason hath on her beflowed 
 More of Knowledge, than fhe owed 
 To that Sex ; and Grace with it, 
 Doth aright her practice fit. 
 Yet, hath Fate fo framed her, 
 As (he may at fometime, err : 
 But, if e'er her judgment ftray, 
 'Tis that other women may, 
 Thofe much pleafing Beauties fee, 
 Which in yielding Natures be. 
 
 Should you hear her, once, contend 
 In difccurfing, to defend 
 (As ihe can) a doubtful Caufe : 
 She fuch ftrong pofitions draws 
 From known Truths, and doth apply, 
 Reafons with fuch Majeftie : 
 As if Shf t did undertake, 
 From fome Oracle to fpeak. 
 And you could not think, what might 
 Breed more love, or more delight. 
 
 Yet, 

 
 39 
 
 Yet, if you (hould mark again a 
 Her difcreet behaviour, when 
 She finds reafon to repent 
 Some wrong- pleaded Argument. 
 She fo temper'ately lets all 
 Her mis-held opinions fall ; 
 And, can with fo much mildnefs bow; 
 As 'twill more enamour you, 
 Than Her Knowledge, For, there are 
 PJeafing fweets without compare 
 In fuch yieldings j which do prove, 
 Wit, Humility, and Love. 
 
 Thefe Sentiments every woman fhould bear in 
 Her Heart as the Jews did their Phyla&arys on 
 
 their Foreheads, 
 
 Rofes and Xillies are the common ingredients 
 without which no Poet can paint his Miitrefs ; 
 before we leave this Poem it may be fatisfadory 
 to fee how they are applied. 
 

 
 40 
 
 " On the either fide of this, * 
 
 Love's moft lovely profpeft is. 
 
 Thofe Her fmiling Che ks, whofe colour 
 
 Comprehends true Beauty fuller, 
 
 Than the curiouft mixtures can, 
 
 That are made by art of Man. 
 
 It is Beauty's gar den-plot , 
 
 Where, as in a True love knot y 
 
 So, the tnowy Lilly grows, 
 
 Mix.d with the Crimfon Rofe, 
 
 That as Friends they joined be: 
 
 Yc-r, they teem to difagree, 
 
 Whether of the two ihall reign j 
 
 And the Lillics oft obuin 
 
 Grc.iter fway, unlefs a blufh 
 
 Help the Rofes at a pufh. 
 
 At the end of This Poem is a " Mifcellany of 
 Epigram-, Som.ets, &c." As a Specimen of our 
 
 * Her Nofc. 
 
 Author's
 
 Author's manner of treating common ideas, the 
 following may be taken. 
 
 *' A Sonnet upon a ftolen Kifs.'* 
 
 Now gentle Sleep, hath clofed up thofe eyes, 
 Which waking, kept my boldeft thoughts in awej 
 And free accefs, unto that fweet lip, lies, 
 From whence I long the rofie breath to draw. 
 Methinks no wrong it were, if I fhould fteal 
 From thofe two melting Rubies, one poor kifs; 
 None fees the theft, that would the thief reveal, 
 Nor rob I her of ought, which fhe can mifs : 
 Nay, fhould J twenty kifies take away, 
 There would be little fi^n I had done fo ; 
 Why then fhould I this robbery delay ? 
 Oh ! fhe may wake, and therewith angry grow. 
 Well, if fhe do, I'll back reftore that one, 
 And twenty hundred thoufand more for loan, 
 
 This collection concludes with an elegaic 
 
 Epiftle of Farewel from an empaffioned Friend to 
 
 03 a married
 
 42 
 
 a married Lady whom Hs leaves that they might 
 /c\tr be enfnared by their mutual tend:rnds to 
 &r.) improper behaviour. 
 
 i l wife Time, that will, by no entreaty, flay* 
 Js now gone by, and fummons me away. 
 And what my grief denies my tongue to do, 
 My true aflx<5iion drives my pen unto. 
 Diar Heart, that day, and that fad hour, is come 
 In which, thy Face I muft be banifh'd from : 
 And goto live, where (perad venture) we 
 Hereafter muft, for aye, divided be. 
 
 Thofe Parents, thatdifcreet in loving be, 
 When on their new-born child a wen they fee, 
 Which may, (perchance) in aftertiine difgrace 
 The fwe*et proportion of a lovely face : 
 (Altho' it wound their fouls to hear the moan, 
 And fee the tortures of their pretty-one) 
 To weep a little rather are content 
 \V hilil he cnJuies the Surgeon's Inftrumcnt; 
 
 Then
 
 43 
 
 Than fuffer that foul blemlfh there, to fpread, 
 
 Until his face be quite disfigured. 
 
 So, we, betwixt whofe fouls there is begot, 
 
 That fweet babe, Friendfhip, muft beware, no fpot 
 
 Through our indulgent indifcretion grow, 
 
 That may ihe beauty of our love o'erthrow : 
 
 Let's rather bear a little difcontent, 
 
 And learn of Reafon, thofe things to prevent, 
 
 Which mar affection. That our Friendfliip may 
 
 Waxe firmer, and more love'ly ev'ry day. 
 
 Then let us pleafed part ; and tho' the dearnefs 
 
 Of our affection, covets both a nearnefs 
 
 In mind and bod^ let us unwillingly 
 
 Beget a virtue of Neceifity, 
 
 And fmce we muft compelled be to live, 
 
 By time and place divided ; let us ftrive 
 
 In thedefpight of Time and Diftance, fo 
 
 That love of Virtue may more perfect grow; 
 
 And that this feperation we lament, 
 
 May make our meeting fuller of content. 
 
 Yea,
 
 44 
 
 Yea, whereas carnal Love, is ever colder, 
 As Youth decays, and as theflefh grows older j 
 And, when the body is diflblved, muft 
 Be buried with oblivion in the duft. 
 We, then fhall dearer grow, and this our Love, 
 Which now imperfect is, fhall perfect prove : 
 For, there's no mortal power can rob true friends, 
 Of that which nobleft amity attends, 
 Nor any feperation that is able, 
 To make the virtuous Lovers miferable. 
 Since, when difafters threaten moft dejection, 
 Their Goodncfs maketh ftrongeft their affection, 
 And, that which works in others loves denial j 
 In them, more noble makes it, by the tryal. 
 
 'Tis true,that when we part, we know not whether 
 Thofe bodies (hall, for ever, meet together, 
 As you have faid; yet, wherefore (hould wegrieve^ 
 Since, we a better meeting do believe? 
 If we did alfo know, that when we die, 
 This Love ftiould perifh cverlaftingly, 
 
 And
 
 45 
 
 And that we mufr, as brutifh creatures do, 
 Lofe with our bodies, all our dearnefs too, 
 Our reparation, then, a forrow were, 
 Which mortal hearts had never power to b,ear: 
 But, feeing in the Soul, our Love is plac'd ; 
 And (feeing) Souls of Death {hall never taft; 
 No Death can end our Love. Nay when we die, 
 Our Souls (that now in chains and fetters lye) 
 Shall meet more freely, to partake that joy, 
 Compar'd to which, our Friendlhip's but a toy 
 
 Mean while, we, that (together living) may 
 Through human weaknefles be led afiray: 
 (And unawares, make that afrectfon foul, 
 Which Virtue, yet keeps blamclefs in the Soul) 
 By abfence fhall preserved be, as clean, 
 As to be kept (in our belt thoughts) we mean. 
 And, in our pray'ers for each other, flu 11 
 Give, and receive more kindueffes, than ail 
 The world can yield us. And when other men, 
 Whofe Love is carnal, are tormented when 
 
 Death,
 
 4 6 
 
 Death calls them hence, becaufe they robbed be 
 Of all their hope (for evermore) to fee 
 The object of their Love : we fball avoid 
 That bitter anguifh wherewith they are cloy'J 
 And, whenfo'er it happens, thou, or I, 
 Shall feel the rime approaching us to die; 
 It fhall not grieve us at our lateft breath, 
 To mind each other on the bed of death : 
 Nor will death fear us, caufe we fhall perceiv 
 That thofe contentments, which we had not leave 
 To take now we are living, fhall be gain'd 
 When our unprifon'd Souls fhall be unchain'd. 
 Nay rather wifh to die, we might pn fiefs 
 The fweet fruition of that happinefs, 
 Which we fhall then receive, in the perfection 
 Of Him, that is the fulnefs of Affection. 
 
 Mean while, you ftill are dear ; yea, live or die, 
 My Soul fhall love youeverlaftingly. 
 And how fo'er, there fcem fuch caufe of forrow ; 
 Yet, thofe that part, and think to meet to-morrow,
 
 47 
 
 Death may divide to-night ; and, as before^ 
 Their Fear was lefs, their Grief will be the more* 
 Since therefore, whether far I live, or nigh, 
 There is in meeting an incertainty : 
 Let us, for that which fureft is, provide : 
 Part like thofe Friends, whom nothing can divide; 
 And, fince we Lovers firft became, that we, 
 Might to our power, each others comfort be ; 
 Let's not the fweetnefs of our love deftroy ; 
 But, turn thofe weepings into tears of Joy : 
 On which condition, I do give thee, this ; 
 To be both mine, and Sorrow's parting-kifs. 
 
 It is not propofed to cite the Poems in the Order 
 they ftand in the Juvenilia ; but to keep his Sa- 
 tyres apart. 
 
 The next in date then, to " Fair yirtue,The Miftrefs 
 "cfPhilarete,"willbe"PrinceHenry'sObfequies." 
 This is fo different from the common ftile of Court 
 Funeral Elegies that it would be unpardonable to 
 
 confign
 
 4 8 
 
 confign it to that oblivion which fuch pieces ge- 
 nerally deferve. We (hall however only give the 
 32 Elegy; tho' we cannot omit referring particu- 
 larly to the addrefs to the Queen, in Elegy 6 ; and 
 to the 36 Elegy, exprefling his own feelings, and 
 the Character of Prince Henry. 
 
 For underftanding the following, it is neceflary 
 to mention, that Prince Henry's body embalmed 
 was carried in Funeral Proceflion. 
 
 Elegy 32. 
 
 Then, as he paft along you might efpy 
 How thegriev'd Vulgar thatfhed many a tear, 
 Caft after, an unwilling parting eye, 
 As loth to lofe the fight they held fo dear ; 
 When they had loft the figure of his face, 
 Then they beheld his robes; his chariot then, 
 Which being hid, their look aim'd at the Place, 
 Still longing to behold him once again : 
 
 Eut
 
 49 
 
 But when he was quite paft, and they could findj 
 No object to employ their fight upon, 
 Sorrow became more bufy with the mind, 
 And drew an army of fad paflions on ; 
 Which made them fo particularly moan, 
 Each amongft thoufands feem'd as if alone. 
 
 Altho* there is no Edition mentioned of the 
 EpitbaJamia of an earlier date than 1622, yet as 
 the Prineefs Elizabeth's Marriage, which is the fub- 
 ject of them, happened in 1612, it is probable 
 they were printed before 1622. In the concluding 
 part, are fome Epigrams concerning Marriage^ of 
 which the following is the 3^. 
 
 Soldier ; of thee I afk, for thou canft beft, 
 Having known Sorrow^ judge of Joy and Re/I : 
 What greater blifs, than after all thy harms, 
 To have a Wife that's fair, and lawful thine ; 
 And lying prifon'd 'twixt her ivory arms, 
 There tell what Thou has 'fcapt by Powers divine? 
 E Ho*
 
 How many, round thee, thou haft murther'd feenj 
 How oft thy foul hath been near hand expiring, 
 How many times thy flefh hath wounded been : 
 Whilft fhe thy fortune and thy worth admiring^ 
 With joy of health, and pity of thy pain ; 
 Doth weep and kifs, and kifs and weep again. 
 
 Epigram 6. 
 
 Long did I wonder, and I wonder much, 
 Rome's Church fhould from her Clergy take that due; 
 Thought I, why fhould (he thatcoritentmentgrutch? 
 What, doth fhe all with continence indue? 
 No: But why then are they debar'd that State ? 
 Is fhe become a Foe unto her own ? 
 Doth fhe the members of her body hate ? 
 Or is it for fome other caufe unfhown ? 
 Oh yes : they find a wsman's lipsfo dainty ; 
 Tliey tye thetnfelves from one y ' 'caufe they'll bave twenty, 
 
 The next piece is "The Shepherd's Hunting" 
 written in the Marjhalfea whilft he was confined 
 
 there
 
 5' 
 
 there for His former Book " Abufes fiript and 
 " whipt." It is in dialogues between him and 
 fome of his Friends who vifit him: It is pleafing 
 to fee with what fortitude he bears his fate. 
 
 A. Are Prifons then grown Places of Delight ? 
 
 P, T'is as the conjcience of the Prifoner is, 
 The very grates are able to affright 
 The guilty man, that knows his deeds amifs^ 
 
 All outward Plea/ares are exiled quite, 
 And it is nothing (of itfelf ) but This : 
 Abhorred lonenefs, darknefs, fadnefs, pains, 
 Num'n-cold > {harp-hunger,fcorching thirft &chains. 
 
 Some Sonnets are introduced, in one of them he 
 moft pathetically defcribes his fituation, 
 
 I that ere'ft-while the Worlds fweet Air did draw 
 (Grac'd by the Faireft ever Mortal faw) 
 Now clofely pent, with walls of ruth-lefs ftone j 
 Confume my days, and nights, and all alone. 
 
 a When
 
 When I was wont to fmg of Shepherd's Loves, 
 My walks were fields,and downs,and hills and groves j 
 But now (alas) fo ftrid is my hard doom, 
 Fieldi, downs, hills, groves and all's but one poor room. 
 
 Each morn as foon as day-light did appear, 
 WithNature's mufick,Birds would charm mine ear} 
 Which now, inftead of their melodious (trains 
 Hear ratling (hackles, gyves, and bolts, and chains. 
 
 But, tho' that all the worlds delight forfake me, 
 I have a Mufe and (he (hall mufick make me : 
 Whofe airy Note, in fpight of clofeft cages, 
 Shall give content to me and after ages. 
 
 Nor do I pafs for all this outward ill, 
 M . heart's the Time and undejecred ftill ; 
 And, which is more rhan fome in freedom win, 
 I have true reft, and peace, and joy within. 
 
 And then my mind, that fpight of prifon's free, 
 When e'er (he pleaics, any where can be j 
 
 She's
 
 53 
 
 She's in an hour, in France, Rome, Turky, Spain, 
 In Earth, in Hell, in Heaven and here again. 
 
 Yet there's another comfort in my woe, 
 My caufe is fpreacl, and all the world may know, 
 My faults no more but fpeaking truth and reafon j 
 No debt, nor theft, nor mqrther, rape nortreafon, 
 
 Nor (hall my foes with all their might and power, 
 Wipe out their flume, nor yet this fame of our ; 
 Which when they find, they fhall my fate envie, 
 Till they grow lean, and mad, and fick and die, 
 
 Then tho' my body here in prifon rot. 
 And my wrong'd Satyres feem a-while forget: 
 Yet when both Fame, and life hath left thefe men, 
 My verfe, and I'll revive, and live again. 
 
 So then enclos'd, I bear afflictions load, 
 But with more true content than fome abroad 5 
 For whiltt their thoughts, do feel my Scourge's, fting, 
 In bonds I'll leap, and dance, and laugh and fing. 
 E 3 A. Why
 
 54 
 A. Why now I fee thou droops't not with thy care, 
 
 All that did truely know thee, did conceive, 
 Thy adlions with thy fpiritftill agreed ; 
 Their good conceit thou doft no whit bereave, 
 But meweft chat thou art ftill thyfelf indeed, 
 If that thy Mind to bafenefi now defcends, 
 Thoul't injure Virtue^ and deceive thy Friends x 
 W. Alexis, he will injure VIRTUE much, 
 
 But more his Friend^ and moft of all bimfelf* 
 If on that common bar his mind but touch, 
 It wrecks his Fame upon Di [grace's Jhelf. 
 Whereas if Thou fleer on that happy courfe, 
 Which in thy juft adventure is begun ; 
 No thwarting Tide^ nor adverfe Elajl fhall force 
 Thy Bark wichoutThe CHANNELS bounds to run. 
 
 Perhaps there nerer was a more perfect Meta- 
 phor j but a Man muft be a Seaman to feel the full 
 force ef it. 
 
 In another Sonnet in this Piece he has made a 
 moft happy and poetical allufion to the day of
 
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 Judgemtnt : it is an addrefs to his own Soul, and 
 begins 
 
 Now that my body, dead-alive, 
 Bereav'd of comfort, lyes in thrall, 
 Do Thou, my Soul, begin to thrive, 
 And unto Honey, turn this Gall: 
 
 >o fhall we both through outward woe, 
 
 The way to inward comfort know. 
 
 AS,, to the Flefh we food do give ; 
 
 To keep in us this Mortal breath I 
 
 So, Souls on Meditation live, 
 
 And fhun thereby immortal death : 
 1 Cor art thou ever nearer reft, 
 ' Than when thou finds't me moft oppreft, 
 
 think, my Soul ; if I have foes 
 Th; it take a pleafure in my care, 
 Am 1 to procure thofe outward woes, 
 Have thus entrapt me unaware ; 
 
 ,ThoU
 
 5* 
 
 Thou fhould'ft by much more careful be, 
 gince greater Foes lye wait for thee. 
 
 Or, when through me, thou fee'ft a Man 
 Conderjin'd unto a mortal death, 
 How fad he looks, how pale, how wan, 
 Prawing with fear his panting breafp ; 
 Think, if in that, fuch grief you fee, 
 HOW, fad Will, Go YE CURSED ! BE. 
 
 Again, when he that fear'd to die, 
 
 (Paji hope) doth fee his pardon brought, 
 
 Read but ihcjiy that's in his eye, 
 
 /^nd then convey it to thy thought : 
 
 There think, betwixt thy heart and thee, 
 HOW fweet will, COME YE BLESSED ! BE, 
 
 The other Sonnet in this piece is a dialogue with 
 two Friends who come to confole him.
 
 57 
 
 W. Shepherd, would thefe gates were ope, 
 Thou migh'ft take with us thy Fortune. 
 
 P. No, I'll make this narrow fcope, 
 (Since my Fate doth fo importune) 
 Means unto a wider hope. 
 
 C Would thy Shepherdefs were here, 
 
 Who beloved, loves fo dearly ? 
 P. Not for both your Flocks I fwear, 
 
 And the gain they yield you yearly, 
 
 Would I fo much wrong my Dear. 
 
 Yet, to me, nor to this Place, 
 Would fhe now be long a Stranger : 
 She would hold it no difgrace, 
 (If fhe fear'd not more my danger) 
 Where I am, to fhew her Face. 
 
 W. Shepherd, we would wiih no harms, 
 
 But fomething that might content thce. 
 P f Wifb me then within her arms ; 
 And that wifh will ne'er repent me, 
 If your wiflies might prove charms. 
 
 W.
 
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 W. Be thy Prifon, -Her Embrace, 
 
 Be thy Air Her fweeteft breathing. 
 C. Be thy Profpea Her fweet Face, 
 For each look, a Kifs bequeathing, 
 And appoint thyfelf the Place. 
 
 Wefhal! conclude this Poem with his exclama- 
 tion in favour of Poetry. 
 
 But (alas) my MuTe is flow, 
 For thy place ihe flags too low : 
 Yea, the more's her haplefs fa'e, 
 Her fhoit wings were dipt of late, 
 And, poor I, her fortune ruing, 
 Am myielf put up a muing. 
 
 And tho', for her lake, I'm croff, 
 Tho' my beft hopes I have loft, 
 And knew flie would make my trouble, 
 Ten times more than ten times double ; 
 1 fhould love, and keep her too, 
 jSpight of all the Woiid could do. 
 
 for
 
 For tho* banifh'd from my flocks^ 
 
 And confin'd within thefe Rocks, 
 
 Here I wafte away the light, 
 
 And confume the fullen night, 
 
 She doth for my comfort flay, 
 
 And keeps many cares away. 
 
 Tho' I mifs the flowry Fields 
 
 With thofe fweets the Spring-tide yields^ 
 
 Tho' of all thofe pleafures paft, 
 
 Nothing now remains at laft, 
 
 But Remembrance (poor relief) 
 
 That more makes, than mends my grief 
 
 She's my mind's companion ftill, 
 
 Maugre Envy's evil will. 
 
 She doth tell me where to borrow 
 
 Comfort in the midft of forrow, 
 
 Makes the defolateft place 
 
 To her prefence be a grace ; 
 
 Arid the blackeft difeontents 
 
 To be pleafing ornaments, 
 
 In
 
 In my former days of blifs, 
 Her divine fkill taught me this, 
 That from every thing I faw, 
 I could fome invention draw : 
 And raife Plcafure to her height, 
 Thro' the meaneft obje&'s fight, 
 By the murmur of a fpring, 
 Or the leaft bough's rufteling : 
 "' By a daifie whofe leaves, fpread, 
 Shut when Titan goes to bed ; 
 Or a fhady bufh or tree, 
 She would more infufe in me, 
 Than all nature's beauties can, 
 In fome other wifer man. 
 By her help I alfo now, 
 Make this churlifli place, allow 
 Some things that may fweeten gladnefs, 
 ]n the very gall of fadnefs. 
 The dull lonenefs, the black fhade, 
 That thefe hanging vaults have made, 
 The flrange Mufick of the waves, 
 Beating on thefe hollow caves,
 
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 This bhck D<"n which Rocks embofle 
 
 Over grown with eldeft Mofs. 
 
 The rude Portals that give light, 
 
 More to Terror than Delight. 
 
 This my Chamber of Neglect^ 
 
 Wall'd about with Difrefpetf, 
 
 From all thefe and this dull air, 
 
 A fit object for Dcfpair, 
 
 She hath taught me, by her might, 
 
 To draw comfort and delight. 
 
 Therefore tbm left earthly blifs^ 
 
 I will cherilh thee for this. 
 
 Poefj \ thou fweetert content 
 
 That e'er Heav'n to Mortals lent j 
 
 Tho' they, as a trifle leave thee, 
 
 Whofe dull thought cannot conceive thee, 
 
 Tho' thou be to them a fcom, 
 
 That to nought but Earth are born : 
 
 Let my Life no longer be 
 
 Than I am, in love with Thee 
 
 The
 
 62 
 
 The Shepherd's Hunting" is followed by 
 *' Fidelia" a moft paffionate and elegant Elegaick 
 Poem faid to be a Fragment ; It is an Epiftle from 
 a modeft woman to her fuppofed inconftant Lover, 
 in which are exprefled (as the Introduction fays) 
 '* the height of Female Paflions, fo far as they feem 
 " to agree with reafon, and keep within fuch de- 
 " cent bounds as becometh their fex." 
 
 But, fith thy Love grows cold, and thou unkind, 
 Be not difpleas'd I fomewhat breathe my mind ; 
 J am in hope, my words may prove a mirrour, 
 Whereon thou looking, mayft behold thine error. 
 And yet, the Heaven, and my fad heart, doth know 
 How griev'd I am, and with what feeling woe 
 My Mind is tortured, to think that 1 
 Should be the brand of thy difloyalty : 
 Or, live to be the Author of a line 
 That {hall be printed with a fault of Thine ; 
 
 Oh that Love's Patron, or fome facred Afufe, 
 Amongft my paj/ions y would fuch art infufe, 
 
 My
 
 My well-fram'd words, and airy fighs might prove 
 The happy blafts to re-inflame thy love. 
 Or, at leaft, touch thee with thy fault fo near, 
 That thou might'ft fee thou wrong'ft who held thee dear: 
 Seeing, confefs the fame, and fo abhor it, 
 Abhorring, pity, and repent thee for it. 
 
 But, who can fay, what we (hall live to do ? 
 I have believed, and let in, liking tooj 
 And that fo far, I cannot ytt fee how 
 I may fomuch as hope, to help it now : 
 Which makes me think, what e'er we women fay, 
 Another mind will come another day. 
 And that men may, to things unhop'd for climb, 
 Who watch for Opportunity and Time. 
 For 'tis well known, we were not made of clay^ 
 Of fuch coarfe, and ill-temper'd fluff as they. 
 For he that fram'd us of their flelh, did deign 
 When 'twas at beft, to new-refin't again. 
 Which makes us ever fmce the kinder Creatures^ 
 Of far more flexible and yielding Natures, 
 F *
 
 And as we oft excell in outward parts, 
 
 So we have nobler and more gentle Hearts. 
 
 /Wthat I am, I fear my guerdon's juft, 
 In that I knew this, and prefum'd to truft, 
 And yet (alas) for ought that I could tell, 
 One fpaik of goodnels in the world might dwell : 
 And then, I thought, if fuch a thing might be, 
 Why might not that one fpark remain in Thee ? 
 
 But now I've try'J, my bought experience knows, 
 They oft are wdrft,-that make the fauefl fhovvs. 
 And howfoe'er men fain an outward grieving, 
 'Tis neither worth r f peeling, nor believing : 
 For, fhe that doth one to her mercy take, 
 Warms in her bofum but a frozen fnake : 
 Which heated with her favour^, gathers fcnfe, 
 And (lings her to the heart in rccompertce. 
 
 Where's (he did more di light in fpring? and riH= ? 
 Where's foe that w-iik'drnorejGrovcs^orDottnsc, I 
 
 Or
 
 Or co.uld, by fuch fair artlefs profpe&, more 
 Add by conceit, to her Contentment's (lore 
 Than I j whilft Thou wer't true, and with thy Graces 
 Didfigive a pleafing prefence to thofe Places ? 
 But now what is ! what was hath overthrown, 
 My Rofe-deckt allies now with rue are ftrewn ; 
 And from thofe flowers that honey 'd ufe to be, 
 I fuck nought now but Juice to poifon me. 
 
 How fair (think I) would this fweet place appear^ 
 
 If he I love, were prefent with me here. 
 
 Nay, every feveral object that I fee, 
 
 Doth feverally (methinke) remember Thee. 
 
 But the delight I us'd from thence to gather, 
 
 I now exchange for cares, and feek them rather. 
 
 There I beheld, what on a thin rin'd tree, 
 Thou hadft engraven for the love of me ; 
 When we two, all one, in heat of day, 
 With chaft embraces drove fwift hours away. 
 Then I remember top (unto my fmart) 
 How loath we were, when timecornpeU'd to part; 
 F 3 How
 
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 How cunningly thy PaJ/icns thou coulJfl fain, 
 In taking leave, and coming back again : 
 So ofr, until (as Teeming to forget 
 We were departing) down again we fet ? 
 And frefhly in that fweetdifcourfe went on, 
 Which now, I almoft faint to think upon. 
 
 Well Love (faidft thou) fince neither figh norvowj 
 
 Nor any feivice may avail me now : 
 
 Since neither the recital of my fmart, 
 
 Nor thofe ffrong ptjpmi thataflail my heart j 
 
 Nor any thing may move thee to belief 
 
 Of thefe my fufferings, or to grant relief: 
 
 Since there's no comfort, nor defert, that may 
 
 Get me fo much as Hspe of what I pray ; 
 
 Sweet Love farewell j farewell fair beauty's light a 
 
 And every pleafing object of the fight : 
 
 My poor defpairing Heart here biddeth you a 
 
 And all content, for evermore, adieu. 
 
 Then, ev'n as thou feem'ft ready to depart ; 
 Reaching that hand, which after gave my Hearr,
 
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 (And thinking this fad farewell &\& proceed 
 From z found Breaft, but truely mov'd indeed) 
 I flayed thy departing from me fo, 
 \Vhih1 1 flood mu'e with forrciv, thou forfisw, 
 And the mean while as I behold thy look, 
 My Eye th' impreffion of fuch Pity took, 
 That, with the ftrength of PaJJlon overcome, 
 A deep-fetcht fi_;h my heart came breathing from. 
 Whereat thou (ever wifely ufmg this 
 To take advantage when it offered is) 
 Renewds't thy fuit to me, wr-.o did afford 
 Confenr, in filence fi r fr, anJ then in word. 
 
 The Dyal-needle, tho' it fen e doth want, 
 Still bends to the beloved Adamant ; 
 Lift the one up, the other upward tends ; 
 If this fall down, that prefently defcends: 
 Turn but about the ftone, the ftee! turns too, 
 Then ftraight returns, if fo the other do ; 
 And, if it flay, with trembling keeps one place % 
 As if it (panting) long'd for an embrace. 
 So was't with me; for, if thou merry wert, 
 That mirth of thine mov'd joy within ruy he-art :. 
 
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 I figh'd too, when thou didft figh or frown : 
 
 When thou wert fick, thou haft perceiv'd me fwoon;, 
 
 And being fad, have oft with forc'd delight, 
 
 Striv'd to give thee content beyond my might. 
 
 When thou wouldft tallc,then have I talkM with thee, 
 
 Ami filent been, when thou wouldft filent be. 
 
 If thou abroad didft go, with joy I went; 
 
 If home thou lovMft, at home was my content. 
 
 Yea, what did to my Nature dihgree, 
 
 I could make pleaftng, 'caufeit pleafed Thee. 
 
 There fome peculiar thing innated is 
 
 That bears an uncontrouled fway in this; 
 
 And nothing but icfeif, knows how to fit 
 
 The mind, with that which beft fhall fuit with it j 
 
 Then why fhould Parents thruft themfelves into 
 
 What they want warrant for, and power to do? 
 
 HOJV is it they arc fo foregetful grown, 
 
 Of thofe conditions, that were once their own ? 
 
 Do they fo doat amidit their wits perfection, 
 
 To think that age and youth ha,th like affeclion ? 
 
 (When
 
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 (When they do fee, 'mong thofe of equal years, 
 O<ne hateth what another moft endears,) 
 Or do they think their wifdoms c,-;a invent 
 A thing to give, that's greater than Content? 
 No, neither (hall they wrap us in fuch Mindnefs, 
 To make us fhink the fpight they do, is kindnefs, 
 For as I would advife no Child to (tray 
 From the leaft duty that he ought to pay : 
 So would I alfo have him wifely know, 
 How much that duty is, which he .loth owe; 
 That knowing what dot.h unto b ,t:\ Belong, 
 He may do them their ripht, bimfelf no wrong. 
 
 Children owe much, I mult confefs 'cis t.-ue, 
 And a great debt is to the Parents due j 
 Yet if tney have not fo much power to crave, 
 But in their -own defence, the lives they gave, 
 How much Ufs then .fhould they become fo cruel 
 As to take from them the high pnz'J Jewell 
 Of Liberty in choice, whereon depends 
 The main Contentment that Heaven here lends? 
 
 Worth
 
 Worth Life or Wealth, nay far more worth than either 
 Or twenty thoufand lives put all together. 
 
 Tbon haften Dear, if to my end it be, 
 
 ! iha:l be welcome, 'caufe it comes from Thee. 
 
 If to renew my comfort ou^ht be fent, 
 
 Let me not lofe a minute of Content , 
 
 The precious Time is fhort and will away, 
 
 Let us rnjoyeach other while we may. 
 
 Carts thrive, Age cre^peth on, Men are but fliadcs, 
 
 y<ys leflen, Tiuih decays, and Beauty fades; 
 
 N<-w tu'ns come on, the old returneth never, 
 
 If we let our go paft, 'tis part for ever. 
 
 ** Wither's Motto" nee habee y nee careo^ nee euro. 
 * Nor have I, nor want I, nor care I," is a fpirited 
 Poem which fh^ws great independence of mird; 
 and has many Poetical Beauties in /f; but we fhall 
 not give any quotations: Nor of His Satyres which 
 are " Abufn Jlrlpt and ufhipt" in 2 Boots ; 
 Boo-: i contains '* The Occafion," " The In- 
 " trodudion" " Of Man" Satyrc i. Of fond Love 
 
 2. Lllft,
 
 2. Luft, 3. Hate, 4. Envy, 5, Revenge, 6. Choler, 
 y.Jealoufy, 8. Covetoufnefs, 9. Ambition, 10. Fear, 
 li. Defpair, 12. Hope, 13. Compaffion, 14. Cruelty, 
 15. Joy, 16. Sorrow "The Conclufion." Book ^ 
 Sat. i. Vanity, 2. Inconftancy, 3. Weaknefs, 
 4. Prefumption " The Scourge. Epigrams to 
 Perfons to whom the Author gave his Books. 
 
 " Satyre to the King" whilft In prifon, being a 
 fpirited defence of Himfelf, which had fo good ef- 
 fect as to get his releafe. 
 
 Having now given a fummary Account of the 
 Contents of father's Juvenilia, we fhall conclude 
 with a lift of fuch other of bis Wor&s, as are known 
 to the Editor to exilt at prefent: exprefUng where 
 fuch may be found, as are not in his own pofieffion, 
 B. M denoting The Britijh Mujeum, B. The 
 Bodleian Library, and H. The Collection of Mr. 
 William Herbert, the indefatigable Editor of the 
 New Edition of Ames's Typography. 
 
 1614 Eclogues
 
 1614 EJopucs by Mr. Brook, Mr. Wither, and 
 
 Mr. Davis - - 8? - B 
 
 K. B. Wood fiys at the End <f Frowst 
 Shepherd* t Pipe" there is h>:v. -,< c- m- 
 
 irjendAtt.ry I\,em Ny ll'ltbtr, .-.. i .:i>..t ; iei- is pre- 
 fixed to Brown's Britannia?! Paflorals, 
 
 1619 Preparation for the Pfaker i? - B 
 
 1620 Exerciies on the i:l ll i.u I? - 8 
 1628 Britain's Remembrancer - 12? 
 
 1634 Poem on Ufury, in Blaxton's Engiifh Ufu.er. 
 
 1635 W'tiicr's En.blcms - - ~f? 
 
 1641 Halcluiah ... 12? - H 
 
 1643 Campo, Mufae ,- % 8? 
 
 1643 Wither's Remembrancer (Qitrt if t'.-.!s is nnr 
 
 by his Antagoniih) 
 
 1645 Vox i'acifica - - - - H 
 
 164; Tjic Great Afllf-s ho! Jen in Parnafl'us - !'. 
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 16.53 Ditto, , I Parliament i . 
 
 1653 Wearow Reviv'd, a Funeral 1'ocni b? B. M 
 
 1659 Salt upon Sale -. - J-? - H 
 
 1660 Fules Angli-ana - S? - H 
 1660 Furor Poeticus ... II 
 
 1660 br-cculom Speculativnm, or Conlideringl 
 
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 j66i Joci>-ferio . - - 
 
 1661 A Triuie Paradox - - - - II 
 Lottery - - f? - H 
 
 1661 '. :'5 Plea, profe -, ir? 
 
 1664 Tuba Pacinca - S? 
 
 1666 Sighs for ths Pitchers - 8? 
 
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