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POEMS UPON SEVERAL OCCASIONS.</p>
<p>By S. P. Gent.</p>
<p>
<hi>LONDON,</hi> Printed by <hi>W. G.</hi> for <hi>Henry Marsh</hi> at the <hi>Princes Arms</hi> in <hi>Chancery-lane,</hi> and <hi>Peter Dring</hi> at the <hi>Sun</hi> in the <hi>Poultrey</hi> neer the <hi>Counter,</hi> 1660.</p>
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<head>A PANEGYRICK TO HIS EXCELLENCY General MONCK <hi>March</hi> 28. 1660.</head>
<l>NOW almost twenty years have roul'd about</l>
<l>Since first the flames of our late Wars broke out;</l>
<l>And <hi>Brittain</hi> fainting with the losse of blood</l>
<l>Under a lawlesse Yoke subjected stood,</l>
<l>When now at last her groanes by Heav'n are heard</l>
<l>Her fainting <hi>Soul</hi> and dying <hi>Hopes</hi> uprear'd;</l>
<l>Her sable night of sorrow done away</l>
<l>By the new dawning of a <hi>Royall</hi> day.</l>
<l>As from the <hi>North</hi> her first distemper grew,</l>
<l>Thence slowes the <hi>Soveraign Med'cine,</hi> to renew</l>
<l>Her joyes again: She hopes secure to stand</l>
<l>Upheld by her brave <hi>Generall's</hi> Warlike hand.</l>
<l>Over the <hi>Brittish</hi> Seas flyes his great Name</l>
<l>Born on the swift wings of no common fame,</l>
<l>Our Enemies tremble, and our friends are glad,</l>
<l>To these 'tis joyfull newes, to those 'tis sad</l>
<l>The mighty shouts, and the <hi>Stentorian</hi> voice</l>
<l>Of the glad multitude that now rejoyce</l>
<l>
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Awak's the drowsie <hi>Genius</hi> of this I'le,</l>
<l>Who wept so long or'e <hi>Charles's</hi> Funerall pyle</l>
<l>Till his swolne eyes with a <hi>Lethargick</hi> sleep</l>
<l>Were seal'd up, having no more tears to weep.</l>
<l>He understands the cause of <hi>Englands</hi> joy</l>
<l>And least <hi>Ambition</hi> should their hopes destroy</l>
<l>He boldly doth his mind to <hi>Monck</hi> expresse</l>
<l>And shewes how he may <hi>Brittains ills</hi> redresse.</l>
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<head>The Genius Speech.</head>
<l>GReat man by blood, by vertue greater made,</l>
<l>Whose presence Banishes the gloomy shade</l>
<l>Of <hi>Brittaines</hi> night; the faire <hi>Aurora</hi> too</l>
<l>The Royall <hi>Phaebus</hi> ushered in by you:</l>
<l>Thy Sword has cut our Chaines of slavery</l>
<l>Thy hands the <hi>Gordian</hi> knots of Tyranny</l>
<l>Unty'd; thy strenuous Arms unhing'd our Gates</l>
<l>To shew thy strength, the greatest pride abates,</l>
<l>To shew what thou couldst do, that we thereby</l>
<l>Might on thy more than <hi>Samson's</hi> strength rely:</l>
<l>But what thou didst was at anothers frown,</l>
<l>Thou hung'st them up, that kindnesse was thy owne.</l>
<l>Great <hi>Heronles</hi> of our Ile at last thou'st slaine</l>
<l>That Hydra never more to rise again,</l>
<l>Though often crush'd, that Monstrous <hi>Taile,</hi> (which bit</l>
<l>Her own head off) did resurrection git,</l>
<l>But now she's dead, and never more shall rise,</l>
<l>Tryumphs, not teares attend her Obsequies.</l>
<l>And now but one step more and thy great name</l>
<l>Register'd stand shall in the Book of Fame</l>
<l>In so great <hi>Characters</hi> the world may read</l>
<l>
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Thy marchlesse story when that thou art dead:</l>
<l>The World too little for thy fame shall be</l>
<l>And Princes honour shall thy name and thee.</l>
<l>See then great <hi>Generall, Brittaines Genius</hi> now</l>
<l>Before thee stands, and willing is to owe</l>
<l>A happynesse to thee, wherein thou may'st</l>
<l>Raise honour to thy selfe; if thou delay'st,</l>
<l>
<hi>Time</hi> and <hi>necessity</hi> will thee prevent</l>
<l>And spoyle the lustre of thy great intent.</l>
<l>Now drooping <hi>Brittain</hi> raises up her head,</l>
<l>Inspir'd by thee she arises from the dead,</l>
<l>Her War-made breaches now are cur'd again,</l>
<l>And joyes and ease succeed her griefe and pain,</l>
<l>Her spotlesse Virgin Chores begin to sing</l>
<l>
<hi>Iö Paeans</hi> in honour to their King:</l>
<l>Faile not her now-bigg hopes but be content</l>
<l>To raise an everlasting <hi>Monument</hi>
</l>
<l>To thee and thy posterity; that bayes</l>
<l>May Crown thy Brows and Ages speake thy praise.</l>
<l>Thou see'st our wants, and what it is wee'd have</l>
<l>It is a King of <hi>Charles's</hi> race we crave;</l>
<l>Since all the people in one voyce agree,</l>
<l>God's <hi>Oracle,</hi> 'tis God that asks it thee,</l>
<l>Who having scourg'd poor Brittain for her sin,</l>
<l>Returns her <hi>Baulme</hi> to cure her wounds agin.</l>
<l>We 'ave try'd, and too too long, a <hi>Commonwealth,</hi>
</l>
<l>Such as it was, a Bane to <hi>Englands</hi> Health,</l>
<l>Where fifty <hi>Tyrants</hi> with one mouth agree,</l>
<l>To eat up <hi>Law, Religion, Liberty<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Monsters</hi> that Kings and Bishops Lands devour,</l>
<l>Kept by extorted sums the Nation poor;</l>
<l>
<hi>Philosophers</hi> that changed all to gold,</l>
<l>And let goe nothing that their gripes could hold;</l>
<l>Yet these were they that needs would stiled be</l>
<l>
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The Keepers of our <hi>England's</hi> Libertie;</l>
<l>But by thy power great <hi>Monck</hi> wee'r freed again,</l>
<l>And <hi>George</hi> most bravely has the <hi>Dragon</hi> slain.</l>
<l>Ambitious <hi>Cromwell</hi> put the purple on,</l>
<l>And having slamn the Father, rob'd the Son</l>
<l>O<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap> right and title, to a royall Crown,</l>
<l>To set himself up, pul'd another down,</l>
<l>And what he got by rapine, he made good,</l>
<l>Though by Religion cloak'd, by sorce and blood,</l>
<l>All what our <hi>Heroes</hi> once contended for,</l>
<l>With the sad tempest of a civill War</l>
<l>Himselfe usurp'd; and gloryed in his pride</l>
<l>To have with peace what was to Kings deny'd;</l>
<l>But yet you see the <hi>Nation</hi> scourg'd, that God</l>
<l>Renews his mercy and has burn'd his rod,</l>
<l>And <hi>Cromwell</hi>'s name grows odious every where,</l>
<l>Which was obey'd not out of <hi>Love,</hi> but <hi>feare.</hi>
</l>
<l>Let his example your ambition curb,</l>
<l>Doe not our growing <hi>happinesse</hi> disturb,</l>
<l>By mounting of a <hi>Throne</hi> is none of yours,</l>
<l>For be assured that the sacred powers,</l>
<l>Will blast the first fruits of thy tyranny,</l>
<l>
<hi>Fraud</hi> must preserve what's got by policy.</l>
<l>And now our people us'd to subtleties,</l>
<l>To be deceiv'd by crafts are grown too wise,</l>
<l>So that the faces deny thy Regiment,</l>
<l>And people to obey no more are bent,</l>
<l>Till he arises in the Brittish spheare,</l>
<l>Whom all desire the royall Crown to wear.</l>
<l>Thou seest our griefs and knowst the wayes to cure,</l>
<l>Our <hi>Maladies,</hi> thy <hi>Faith</hi> we knows too pure</l>
<l>For to be tempted to betray our hopes,</l>
<l>Who doubts thy <hi>loyalty,</hi> to <hi>treason</hi> opes</l>
<l>A way; no though tho say'st thou'lt us deceive,</l>
<l>
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Such is our confidence wee'l not believe,</l>
<l>Since one so good and great as <hi>Monck</hi> must be,</l>
<l>The onely Man can give us liberty.</l>
<l>
<hi>Brittain</hi> in sackcloth has mourn'd long enough,</l>
<l>'Tis time to lay aside the <hi>Sword</hi> and <hi>Buff,</hi>
</l>
<l>'Tis time to pull those <hi>Puny-Nobles</hi> down,</l>
<l>Who speak against, and yet affect a Crown,</l>
<l>That those by blood and vertue truly great,</l>
<l>May be installed in their <hi>long-lest</hi> seat</l>
<l>These shining in their <hi>ermin</hi> gallantry,</l>
<l>Beget a <hi>reverence</hi> due to <hi>Majesty.</hi>
</l>
<l>Now I have done, and you have this to doe,</l>
<l>To bring him in for whom the Nations sue,</l>
<l>Great <hi>Charls,</hi> who more then by sev'n twelve months try'd,</l>
<l>And in afflictions Furnace purifi'd,</l>
<l>Must come forth brighter then try'd gold, more bright</l>
<l>Then lustrous <hi>Sol</hi> after a darksome night;</l>
<l>Whose brighter beames of <hi>Love</hi> shall raise the slain,</l>
<l>And make our <hi>Halcyon</hi> dayes to live again;</l>
<l>
<hi>England</hi> shall blesse thy name when this is done,</l>
<l>And stile the <hi>Phosphor</hi> to the rising Sun,</l>
<l>To thee shall <hi>Brittain</hi> pay her <hi>anuall</hi> vowes,</l>
<l>Whilst <hi>Ducall</hi> diadems crown thy Princely brows.</l>
</div>
<div type="poem">
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<head>A PANEGYRICK ON HIS MAJESTIES Entrance Into LONDON.</head>
<l>THE Heaven's great <hi>Star</hi> since He saluted <hi>Earth</hi>
</l>
<l>With his diurnal Light, ne'r yet gave Birth</l>
<l>To such a joyfull <hi>Day,</hi> as that wherein</l>
<l>
<hi>Charles</hi> to his native <hi>England</hi> came ag'in.</l>
<l>His loyall Subjects Hearts grown big with joy</l>
<l>The best expressions of their Love imploy,</l>
<l>To give a cherefull welcome to their <hi>King,</hi>
</l>
<l>From whose arivall all our blessings Spring,</l>
<l>Whilst <hi>Foes,</hi> and <hi>Traytors</hi> to his royall Sire,</l>
<l>Grown mad through Envie, in their rage expire.</l>
<l>Now <hi>Phoebus</hi> ushers in the happy day,</l>
<l>Which for posterity recorded may</l>
<l>In golden letters ever stand; and bee</l>
<l>A festival for regain'd libertie;</l>
<l>And gilding all the Heavens with his Rayes,</l>
<l>Dispenses smiles, Serenity displayes.</l>
<l>Revived Subjects throng to see their prize,</l>
<l>Joy sparkles in their faces, and their eyes:</l>
<l>Their tongues, and hands with powerfull Eccohs sound</l>
<l>
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And joyfull shouts against the heavens rebound.</l>
<l>The Aire is fill'd on every side with noyse;</l>
<l>The voyce of Warr, and death now speaks their joyes.</l>
<l>The Bells have tongues, which sound our Joys aloud,</l>
<l>And say that <hi>Charles</hi> is come: the Drums are proud</l>
<l>To speak his march. The silver Trumpets say</l>
<l>
<hi>Charles</hi> o're three Kingdoms doth tryumph to day:</l>
<l>Which conquest got by vertues has more charms</l>
<l>To hold a lasting peace, than that by Armes.</l>
<l>
<hi>London</hi> in all its gallantry doth shine,</l>
<l>Conduits convert their water into wine.</l>
<l>Adorn'd the female beauties of the Land</l>
<l>To see their <hi>Soveraign</hi> in Ballconies stand,</l>
<l>The bravest Heroes of the <hi>Brittish</hi> Isle</l>
<l>Usher our <hi>Caesar</hi> through the streets the while;</l>
<l>Whose sacred face with beams of Majesty</l>
<l>Surrounded, far out-vies the bravery</l>
<l>Of his adornments: and the lustrous fire</l>
<l>Of's eyes dismays those who deny'd his sire</l>
<l>And him to reign; now they their folly see</l>
<l>Converted by one look of Majesty.</l>
<l>Ten thousand Hearts and knees doe humbly bow,</l>
<l>As he goes by; each heart a solemne vow</l>
<l>Prepares, of praise, and of obedience too,</l>
<l>For long and happy dayes to Heav'en they sue.</l>
<l>Long live great <hi>Charles,</hi> and may his sacred Name,</l>
<l>Swell to that worth, not to be spoke by Fame,</l>
<l>May <hi>Nestors</hi> years his Happy reign attend!</l>
<l>May heav'ns his brest with <hi>Solomons</hi> choyce befriend!</l>
<l>The people cry. Loud shouts conclude the day,</l>
<l>
<hi>Phoebus</hi> to th' other world hasts to display</l>
<l>The joyfull news: <hi>Night</hi> now would take her turn,</l>
<l>But flaming fires in every Corner burne,</l>
<l>Which Night to Day change: <hi>Phoebus</hi> place supply,</l>
<l>
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And make a Day without the Heav'n's great eye.</l>
<l>'Tis true whilst <hi>Charles</hi> possesses his own right,</l>
<l>That loyall <hi>Brittains</hi> can expect no night.</l>
<l>Our regall <hi>Sun,</hi> since <hi>Charles</hi> the first was slain,</l>
<l>Ecclips'd has been, but now shines bright again.</l>
<l>By Heav'n enthron'd thus, in his peoples hearts,</l>
<l>He shall withstand all <hi>Machivilian</hi> Arts:</l>
<l>Laurells of peace about his brows shall spread,</l>
<l>And three great <hi>Crowns</hi> surround his royall Head.</l>
<closer>
<signed>Ita Precatur <hi>S. P.</hi>
</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div type="poem">
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<head>SOME TEARS Dropt o're the Herse OF THE INCOMPARABLE PRINCE HENRY DUKE OF GLOUCESTER.</head>
<l>FAtal <hi>September</hi> to the Royal Line,</l>
<l>Has snatch'd one Herôe of our hopefull <hi>Trine</hi>
</l>
<l>From Earth; 'tis strange Heav n should not prae-</l>
<l>A loss so grievous by some <hi>Blazin<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap> Star,</hi> (declare</l>
<l>Which might our Senses overjoy'd, alar'm,</l>
<l>And time give to prepare for so great Harm.</l>
<l>The Spring-tide of our Joy was newly Flood,</l>
<l>Paying our Thankful Vows for so much good</l>
<l>VVe gather now, under a gracious KING;</l>
<l>Inspired <hi>Bards</hi> began strong Lays to Sing,</l>
<l>
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VVhen (ôh sad Fate!) Ebb'd are our Flowing Seas,</l>
<l>And <hi>Epiques</hi> chang'd to Doleful <hi>Elegies.</hi>
</l>
<l>Cruel Extremes! thus robb'd of Joyes the chief,</l>
<l>Thrown down like Light'ning into Seas of Gries.</l>
<l>'Tis past the reach of Mortals to divine,</l>
<l>VVhy Heav'n so soon has broke our <hi>Threesold Line;</hi>
</l>
<l>VVe may not pry without a black offence</l>
<l>Into th' <hi>Arcana's</hi> of his Providence,</l>
<l>But may believe, since with a Bounteous Hand</l>
<l>God has restor'd the Blessings of this Land,</l>
<l>That he has flung us into Griefs extreme,</l>
<l>Not out of VVrath to Us, but Love to Him.</l>
<l>He was Fair Fruit sprung from a Royal Bud,</l>
<l>And grown as great by fair Renown as Blood;</l>
<l>Ripe too too soon; for in a Youth so green</l>
<l>An Harvest was of gray-hair'd VVisdome seen.</l>
<l>
<hi>Minerva's</hi> Darling, Patron of the Gown,</l>
<l>Lover of Learning, and <hi>Apollo</hi>'s Crown</l>
<l>He was; the Muses he began to nourish,</l>
<l>Learn'd Men and Arts under his wings did flourish;</l>
<l>But lest we should commit Idolatry,</l>
<l>Heav'n took him from our Sight, not Memory;</l>
<l>For though he's carried to th Immortal Sphere,</l>
<l>Our Loves will make his Fame Immortal here.</l>
<l>'Tis Autumn now: and <hi>Ceres</hi> to our hands</l>
<l>Has pour'd the Annual Blessings of our Lands;</l>
<l>VVe'ave robb'd the reeming Trees of all their fruit,</l>
<l>And left them naked till the Spring recruit</l>
<l>Their store again; till then they hang their head,</l>
<l>And stand like <hi>Mourners, leaves</hi> for <hi>tears</hi> they shed;</l>
<l>So the high powers cropt from the Royal Stem,</l>
<l>VVhat was too good for us, and fit for them,</l>
<l>VVhilest we lament, till a new Spring arise,</l>
<l>And CHARLES his <hi>First-born</hi> clear our weeping eyes.</l>
<l>
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A general Sadness locks up every Tongue,</l>
<l>Amazedness host struck the <hi>Laureats</hi> dumb: (bears,</l>
<l>And who would weep, through too much Grief for-</l>
<l>Excess of Grie<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap> gives yet no vent for Tears,</l>
<l>But when the coming Springs begin to rise,</l>
<l>Grief then will draw a deluge from our Eyes;</l>
<l>Till then these Loyal Drops fall'n into Verse,</l>
<l>Shall wash the Cypress on his Royal Herse.</l>
</div>
<div type="part">
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<head>POEMS ON Several Occasions.</head>
<div type="poem">
<head>His Mistress.</head>
<lg>
<l>AS <hi>Phoebus</hi> doth excell the Moons dim light,</l>
<l>Or as the Moon excells the dullest Star,</l>
<l>Her Beauty, and Complexion in my sight</l>
<l>Excells all others I have seen, so far:</l>
<l>Her Sun-like beams of beauty shine so bright,</l>
<l>That others in her sight Eclipsed are</l>
<l>The fairest faces are but foiles, each one</l>
<l>Weares but a borrow'd lustre from her Sun.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her Shape in Wax it were most hard to frame,</l>
<l>Nor Painters to expresse their rarest Skill</l>
<l>Could ever counterfeit so neer the same,</l>
<l>But blemish their's her better Beauty will;</l>
<l>Though <hi>Venus</hi> who for Beauty had the Name</l>
<l>Compare with her should, she'd be fairest still;</l>
<l>
<hi>Paris</hi> gave her the Ball as beauties Queen,</l>
<l>But she had mist it had he mine but Seen.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her Aubourn Hair in Crisped Curles doe dangle</l>
<l>Upon her Ivory shoulders, where it spreads</l>
<l>Sly nets, where Hearts themselves doe soon intangle,</l>
<l>
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And captive lye, enchain'd by those bright threads;</l>
<l>Spreading sost chaines, and snares in every angle,</l>
<l>It takes all Hearts, whose eye those mazes treads:</l>
<l>Hearts here imprison'd (never can get out)</l>
<l>Those sost Meandres wander must about.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her Ivory pollish'd Front with seemly cheere,</l>
<l>Grac'd at the bottom with a double bow,</l>
<l>Where all the Graces in their Throne appeare,</l>
<l>Where Love, and awfull Majesty doe grow,</l>
<l>Expands it self, and shews a feild more clear,</l>
<l>Than Candid Lillys, or the virgin snow;</l>
<l>Her Eyes like Suns shoot rayes more sharp than Darts,</l>
<l>Which wound all Flinty, Love-despising Hearts.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Those twinkling Stars, those sparkling Diamond stones,</l>
<l>Those glorious Suns, where dwells the Eastern Light,</l>
<l>Peirce with the vigor of their Charmes the bones</l>
<l>Of daring Him, who gains of them a sight;</l>
<l>Beholding Kills, yet he their losse bemones,</l>
<l>And 'd rather dye, than they shut live in Night.</l>
<l>Her Nose a comly Prominence, doth part</l>
<l>Her Cheeks, the mirrour of Dame Natures Art.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her cheeks are damask Roses blown in June,</l>
<l>B'ing equally with Virgin Lillies mix't;</l>
<l>Or snowy milk with blushing Strawb'ries strewn,</l>
<l>Where equall strife the red, and white's betwixt;</l>
<l>Or pure ver million on white Sattin shewn,</l>
<l>By Painters rarest Skill, and pencil fix't:</l>
<l>Those cheek no Colours livelest dye can paint,</l>
<l>Scarlet, and snow seem to their true ones faint.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her lipps are snips of Scarlet, <hi>Iuliflowers,</hi>
</l>
<l>
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Spread with the tincture of <hi>Vermilion</hi> hew,</l>
<l>Bless'd in Self-kisses; past our humane powers</l>
<l>To touch; so high a bliss what Mortal knew?</l>
<l>Between those rubie Gates slide spicy showers,</l>
<l>Which, those slain by her eyes, with life imbue:</l>
<l>
<hi>Angellick</hi> sounds, and charming smiles, so nice,</l>
<l>Thence flow which make her presence Paradice.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Within the portal of her Mouth's lock'd fast,</l>
<l>(Which when she sings she is enforc'd to show)</l>
<l>The <hi>Orient's</hi> Treasure in due order plac'd,</l>
<l>Of more than precious pearles a double row;</l>
<l>Which stand in Sea-born Coral borders chac'd,</l>
<l>Like Crimson Sattin purl'd with silver snow.</l>
<l>Her smooth, and dimpled Chin doth under lye,</l>
<l>Where envies self cannot a fault espie.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her Neck's a gracefull Tower of spotlesse snow,</l>
<l>An Alablaster prop to that fair head,</l>
<l>Where Witt, Arts, Wisdome in perfection grow,</l>
<l>Its <hi>Basis</hi> where are beauties also spread;</l>
<l>For azure streams through milky feilds do flow,</l>
<l>Where blew, with white like Heav'n is married:</l>
<l>Her Breasts like lilly'd Globes, or Mounts appear,</l>
<l>VVhose summetts Crown'd with Crimson cheries are.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Her Arms due measure of proportion have,</l>
<l>Her hands the types of snowy Excellence</l>
<l>VVith <hi>Onyx</hi> tip'd; her leggs, and feet enslave</l>
<l>Our eyes, and Captive hold from falling thence:</l>
<l>Her whole frames equall Symetry is brave,</l>
<l>And to spectators payes a recompence:</l>
<l>
<hi>Argus</hi> himself cannot discerne the rest,</l>
<l>But I presume the hidden beauties best.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="poem">
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<head>The Protestation.</head>
<lg>
<l>Before bright <hi>Phoebus</hi> had his beams display'd,</l>
<l>Whilst yet <hi>Aurora</hi> usher'd in the Day,</l>
<l>The prat'ling Eccho to my ears betray'd,</l>
<l>As I among the trees in ambush lay,</l>
<l>The amorous whispers of <hi>Amintas,</hi> who</l>
<l>With protestation did his <hi>Cloris</hi> wooe.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>What went before I cannot tell, but she</l>
<l>Reply'd to something that <hi>Amintas</hi> say'd,</l>
<l>The murm'ring Eccho by the Air to me</l>
<l>These gentle sounds in whispering notes convey'd.</l>
<l>Alas! <hi>Amintas</hi> would that you could prove</l>
<l>To my distrustfull Heart that men can love.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>How oft are wee poor sily maids beguil'd</l>
<l>By charmes of flattering words? when wee beleive</l>
<l>To break their oaths men will not be so vild,</l>
<l>Being so poor a conquest to deceive</l>
<l>Disarmed virgins? when wee them reward</l>
<l>With Love, they'r cold, and us with scorn regard.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Tis best to keep our own, for when wee yeild</l>
<l>Our Hearts, men supplyants soon forget to be,</l>
<l>And our affections caught, with scorn repell'd</l>
<l>We are subjected to their tyranny:</l>
<l>That maid is more then mad who will be kind,</l>
<l>To men, who waver oftner than the Wind.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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Blame not our Natures, but your follies blame,</l>
<l>For we should sooner yeild were Men more true,</l>
<l>But since weak virgins to deceive no shame</l>
<l>They think; denialls Cruelty is due.</l>
<l>But yet <hi>Amintas</hi> would that you could prove</l>
<l>To my distrustfull Heart your constant love.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
<hi>Amintas</hi> with a sigh reply'd. 'Tis true,</l>
<l>Some men are faulty in what you accuse them,</l>
<l>But let not all be blamed for a few,</l>
<l>Nor Woemen men despise, 'cause some abuse them.</l>
<l>For if I went about it, I could prove,</l>
<l>Men equal Woomen in a constant Love.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Our sexe's cause I will not plead; my own</l>
<l>With you, sweet <hi>Cloris,</hi> will I only plead,</l>
<l>My constant Love must by Obedience shown</l>
<l>Be; else I cann't be truly scann'd till dead:</l>
<l>Constant obedience 'tis doth rightly prove,</l>
<l>A Heart's possessor of a constant Love.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Things that the least of drossy mixture hold,</l>
<l>Last longest; my Hearts flames Aetherial be,</l>
<l>More pure than seven times refined Gold,</l>
<l>Than <hi>Cedar's</hi> flames: rays of a Deitie</l>
<l>They are. It is the purity of Love</l>
<l>Which best of all its constancy can prove.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>My love like <hi>Adamant</hi> endure the stroke</l>
<l>Of strong repulses shall; full draughts of smiles,</l>
<l>Nor worlds of beauties, shall my Heart provoke</l>
<l>T' inconstant Change; nor all th' intising guiles</l>
<l>A proffer'd Love can give. The world shall be</l>
<l>First chang'd, e're I yeild to Inconstancie.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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The twinkling tapours of the Night shall fall</l>
<l>First from their azure lodging; <hi>Hecate</hi>
</l>
<l>Shall loose her light, and a perpetual</l>
<l>Mask weare of pitch; And Heav'ns bright lamp shall be</l>
<l>With darknesse overcome: Night into Day</l>
<l>Shall change; and cold <hi>November</hi> into <hi>May.</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>The Sun shall backward course the VVorld about,</l>
<l>The fire shall cease combustibles to burn,</l>
<l>Soft gales shall put the flinty Rocks to rout,</l>
<l>And <hi>Neptune</hi> shall his fry to grasing turn,</l>
<l>Mountaines to Vailes; valleys to Hills shall rise,</l>
<l>Plaines shall be made of Craggs that touch the Skies.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>All beasts shall <hi>Metamorphos'd</hi> into stones</l>
<l>Be, and all Mortalls shall their <hi>exit</hi> prove,</l>
<l>Tormented Souls shall cease to fetch sad groans,</l>
<l>The Heav'ns rent from their center first shall move,</l>
<l>E're I to thee fair <hi>Cloris</hi> be unkind,</l>
<l>Repent me of my love, or change my mind.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>My Tongue may't faulter, may my lipps ne're move,</l>
<l>If unto other but to thee they shall</l>
<l>Make protestations of a Serious love!</l>
<l>
<hi>Cloris</hi> beleive! I Heav'ns to witnesse call!</l>
<l>The Maid converted joyn'd her lips to his,</l>
<l>Gath'ring the first fruits of a greater bliss.</l>
</lg>
</div>
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<head>The Passionate Lover,</head>
<lg>
<l>HAd I but winde and Lungs enough to tell</l>
<l>How much I Love; Had I a <hi>Stentor's</hi> voyce,</l>
<l>Had I ten thousand Tongues it would doe well,</l>
<l>To speak how much I Love my dearest Choyce,</l>
<l>Since wholly fill'd, If I should not impart</l>
<l>Loves might, its energy would break my Heart.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Say my five senses has not Love's delight</l>
<l>Bound all your powers with its amourous chains,</l>
<l>Disarm'd your Subjects? Spoyl'd and robb'd you quite?</l>
<l>Can you ought rellish but Love's pleasing paines?</l>
<l>You now disgust all objects of this Ball,</l>
<l>
<hi>Phillis</hi> is th<gap reason="illegible" extent="1 letter">
<desc>•</desc>
</gap> only object of you all.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>When that my eye has light on <hi>Phillis</hi> face,</l>
<l>It tells my amorous Heart news good, or bad;</l>
<l>By which or well th' alarm'd pulses Pace,</l>
<l>Or ill: my looks by it are light, or sad:</l>
<l>Doth sorrow dimm the Light of <hi>Phillis</hi> eye,</l>
<l>Joys, and Contentment from my Bosome fly.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Does threatning Anger, or disdaine appear</l>
<l>Cloath'd in the Tyrian blushes in her Cheeks,</l>
<l>No Poet's art in verse can paint my fear,</l>
<l>Nor th' Horror and dismay my vitalls strikes:</l>
<l>I dumb, and movelesse like a statue show</l>
<l>Struck with the Thunder of her Angry brow</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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The fearfull Light'ning, nor the dreadfull voyce</l>
<l>Of roaring Thunder, nor the horrid Night,</l>
<l>Nor Ghosts, nor Goblins, nor tempestuous noise</l>
<l>Of windes, nor Earthquakes can my senses fright,</l>
<l>So much as when <hi>Phyllis</hi> with anger glows,</l>
<l>And from her quick Eyes scorn-tip't Arrows throws.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>If pleasing smiles sit on their rubie Throne,</l>
<l>If Joy is painted on her smoother brow,</l>
<l>My senses wrapt beyond the Sphears, are thrown</l>
<l>On bedds of pleasure; and forget all woe:</l>
<l>With lesse Content the Miser doth behold</l>
<l>His Stuffed Chests, and full-cram'd bags of Gold.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>My Eyes devou're each smile; the more they gaze</l>
<l>On Hers, the more Contentment still they draw;</l>
<l>Her smiles the clue that leads me in that maze;</l>
<l>Her eyes give my obsequious Heart a Law:</l>
<l>For by her smiles, or Frownes I meet delight</l>
<l>Or Woe; or mirth or Grief; or Day or Night.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Seek all the World for pleasing objects, and</l>
<l>Dive to the bottom of the deepest Se as,</l>
<l>Fetch all the Treasures of the Indian strand,</l>
<l>The world's best Beauties, none my fancy please</l>
<l>Can, like the Heaven of a pleasing smile,</l>
<l>Which kills me with excesse of Joy the while.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>The sparkling Diamonds of the East I prize</l>
<l>Below the value of her pretty Starrs,</l>
<l>There comes far richer glances from her eyes,</l>
<l>Her lipps than <hi>Pogues,</hi> better <hi>Rubies</hi> wears;</l>
<l>Who round the World for daintest Roses seeks,</l>
<l>May finde them growing in my <hi>Phyllis</hi> cheeks.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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The richest Treasures of the Earth seem poor;</l>
<l>Pearles, Gold, and Diamonds Natur's richest Gems,</l>
<l>The World's great Treasurie, and <hi>Neptunes</hi> store,</l>
<l>A Lover (such as I) far lesse esteems</l>
<l>Than th object of his Love: for more delight</l>
<l>Than in all these I take in <hi>Phyllis</hi> sight.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But when the sweeter Musick of her tongue,</l>
<l>Like the blest voyce of Angels, strikes my cars,</l>
<l>I harken us to Oracles; a strang</l>
<l>Lute in the hands of <hi>Orpheus;</hi> the Spheares</l>
<l>Sweet Melody; the smooth tongu'd Orator,</l>
<l>Seem but a duller Harmonie to Her.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>She charms me to a statue, and amaz'd</l>
<l>With so much Eloquence, dumb I return</l>
<l>No answers but by eyes; my soul is rais'd</l>
<l>Beyond the sphear of Words: though joy'd I mourn</l>
<l>To hear her pause, or periodize her speech:</l>
<l>I then her to begin ag'in beseech.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>When in the sweetest quavers of a song</l>
<l>Her voyce she raises, and with marchlesse straines</l>
<l>Runs o're division with her warbling Tongue;</l>
<l>Hearts she (as stones <hi>Amphion</hi>'s musick) gaines.</l>
<l>Harps, Harpsicall, all Violls, Organes, Lute,</l>
<l>Trumpets, and all noyse else for shame be mute.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Cease duller straines, all other voyces cease,</l>
<l>Sweet <hi>Philomel,</hi> I pre'thee hold thy tongue;</l>
<l>You early Larkes, and Thrushes hold your peace;</l>
<l>The best of Musick, and of Birds among</l>
<l>The humane, and the feather'd Chores, your choyce</l>
<l>Layes, rev'rence doe unto her sweeter voyce.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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Though all the Musick in the World should be</l>
<l>By Musick-masters of the rarest kinde</l>
<l>Finger'd, my eares would taste no Harmonie,</l>
<l>No joy my soul, nor no content my mind,</l>
<l>(Nor the <hi>Angelick</hi> Songs by me I feare</l>
<l>So priz'd) like that when I her Sonnets hear.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Had Sickness prison'd me in my Chamber long,</l>
<l>Or bound with closer fetters to my Bed,</l>
<l>As some by musick cur'd, I by a Song</l>
<l>Chaunted by her divine mouth, should be fed</l>
<l>With that Ambrosiack Essence, that would give</l>
<l>Ease to my paines, and dying make me live.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>My Ear then ravish'd equal with my eye,</l>
<l>'Counts all sounds harsh, but her sweet Musick, and</l>
<l>Commands all others to her melody</l>
<l>To vaile, and to her notes attentive stand;</l>
<l>As high <hi>Apollo</hi> to the Muses, she</l>
<l>(Or <hi>Philomel</hi> 'mong other Birds) must be.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>The fragrant blasts of spicy Arabie,</l>
<l>
<hi>Panchaean</hi> Myrrh, Musk, Civet, Ambergreece,</l>
<l>All the perfumes of <hi>Indian</hi> Spicerie,</l>
<l>Must to the Sweetness of her breath give place:</l>
<l>
<hi>Flora</hi>'s sweet garlands in the Month of <hi>May,</hi>
</l>
<l>No such delicious gales of sweetness pay.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>My Soul, as if exhal'd by her sweet breath,</l>
<l>Flies to that membrane which receieves the sent,</l>
<l>Raising the sluggish fantasie from Death,</l>
<l>Revives the braine, and gives my <hi>Genius</hi> vent:</l>
<l>The cherishing Odors her sweet <hi>Hybla</hi> yields,</l>
<l>Excel the <hi>Diapasma's</hi> of the fields.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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My soul upon no other food can feed,</l>
<l>But the rich Banquet, and delicious fare</l>
<l>Of her sweet presence, when before her spread;</l>
<l>Then eas'd from trouble, free from duller care</l>
<l>She feeds: the Stomach can no dainties tast,</l>
<l>Nor hunger, whilst this better Banquet lasts.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>When that with ardent boldnesse I aspire</l>
<l>To touch with my profaner lips, her hand,</l>
<l>I think no blisses, in the World are higher,</l>
<l>No joys to that in competition stand:</l>
<l>My soul enflam'd, into my lips doth fly,</l>
<l>Whilst on that bed of Lillies soft they lye.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>But when (a favour, seldome shown) I kiss</l>
<l>The seat of smiles, her tender rubie lips,</l>
<l>Joye spirits dilates, and I expire in blisse;</l>
<l>Call'd back again from Death by an ecclips</l>
<l>Of so great ravishment, through a withdraw,</l>
<l>As much as Joy did, grief now breaks the Law.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Thus my five senses banquet at that feast</l>
<l>Of beauty, which shines in my <hi>Phillis</hi> face;</l>
<l>My passionate Heart swells high within my breast,</l>
<l>And grows too tumid fot its strickt embrace,</l>
<l>Oh! cloud my <hi>Phillis!</hi> hide her from my eye,</l>
<l>Of too much pleasure I with surfeit dye.</l>
</lg>
</div>
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<head>CORYDONS <hi>Complaint.</hi>
</head>
<lg>
<l>THose joys that us'd to flatter me</l>
<l>ô <hi>Phyllis</hi> when I courted thee,</l>
<l>Under yon' shady beechen tree</l>
<l>To cruell grief are chang'd</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Torments my pleasures; griefs my joy,</l>
<l>Pains my quiet rest destroy,</l>
<l>Since thou'rt to <hi>Corydon</hi> grown coy,</l>
<l>And from my Love estrang'd</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Did e're I your commands neglect?</l>
<l>That thus my sute you now reject,</l>
<l>And pay my love with disrespect,</l>
<l>My kindness with disdain?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Say how I purchace may releife,</l>
<l>Or murther'd must I be by grief?</l>
<l>Speak that my torments may be brief;</l>
<l>Give death to ease my pain.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
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If you are pleas'd to martyr me,</l>
<l>Or binde me unto slavery,</l>
<l>There is another tyranny</l>
<l>That you may exercise;</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Those burning flames, your eyes can give:</l>
<l>A Slave, bound by Loves Chaines I live</l>
<l>May, without Hope of a reprieve;</l>
<l>Thus you may tyrannize.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Since that my words are spent in vain,</l>
<l>Whilest Cruel you laugh at my pain,</l>
<l>I at the feet of your disdain</l>
<l>Will fall, and prostrate lye.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Henceforth I'le banish all my pleasure,</l>
<l>Since you the chiefest of my Treasure,</l>
<l>Have heap'd my Griefs beyond all Measure,</l>
<l>I'le yield to destiny.</l>
</lg>
</div>
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<head>To <hi>SYLVIA</hi> Weeping.</head>
<lg>
<l>FAir <hi>Sylvia,</hi> you possess more Treasures than</l>
<l>The rubie <hi>East;</hi> those weeping eyes more Gems</l>
<l>Than the rich Store house of the Ocean,</l>
<l>For you at pleasure can those Chrystal streams</l>
<l>VVhich trickle from the fountaines of your eyes</l>
<l>Convert int' orient pearls; but richer prize.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>VVhat taking charmes lye in your sweeter Face,</l>
<l>When freed from cloudy-weeping Griefs you smile</l>
<l>VVith a clear brow! If tears with such a grace</l>
<l>Become? if so much lustre has the foile</l>
<l>To Beauty? what excess of Glory then</l>
<l>VVill bud from those sweet lights when fair agen?</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Now the (like silver'd <hi>Cynonthia</hi>'s beauty, when</l>
<l>The interposing Earth hides her bright face)</l>
<l>Dost suffer an Ecclipse; thy tears restrain</l>
<l>Thy beauties radiant beams; Tears fill the place</l>
<l>Of bounteous Light; yet is that shadow fair;</l>
<l>Others with which (at best) may not compare.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>
<hi>Phoebus</hi> now hides behind a watery cloud</l>
<l>His brighter head; by which we better may</l>
<l>Gaze on his Light: thy suns (fair <hi>Sylvia)</hi> shroud</l>
<l>Themselves behind a cloud of Tears to day;</l>
<l>Our of like kindness, and suppress their bright</l>
<l>And splendid beams, to favour my weak sight.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>Enough, fair <hi>Sylvia!</hi> clear those <hi>Cynthian</hi> Lights,</l>
<l>From that ecclipse of sorrow; wipe away</l>
<l>
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That hanging cloud of Tears; which still excites</l>
<l>Your stillborne Grief such pearly price to pay:</l>
<l>VVere you enflam'd with scorching Love, as I,</l>
<l>Its ardor soon those dewy pearls would dry.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>After <hi>Aurora</hi> with her silver showers</l>
<l>Has wash'd her Grandame <hi>Tellus</hi> chapped face,</l>
<l>A pleasant <hi>Zephyrus</hi> the dark Heaven scoures,</l>
<l>And <hi>Sol</hi> steps out with a far greater Grace:</l>
<l>After a Storm fair weather doth suceeed;</l>
<l>Let fable Grief your whiter Joys then breed.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l>I long to see those fairer Suns to shine,</l>
<l>Freed from the dewy moisture of a Tear,</l>
<l>Now they would seem (after this) more divine,</l>
<l>As <hi>Phaebus</hi> after an eclips more clear:</l>
<l>Let Day the Night succeed, and cease to mourn,</l>
<l>Banish Grief's night, whilst Joy's day takes its turn.</l>
</lg>
</div>
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<head>
<hi>THYRSIS</hi> in despaire.</head>
<l>SAd night of sorrow! sable night of grief!</l>
<l>For Lovers torments is there no releif?</l>
<l>Must still my bitter food be grief, and fears?</l>
<l>My thirst quench'd howerly with my brinie tears?</l>
<l>No glimmering of the Day of hope arise!</l>