The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden With "A Cypresse Grove": Edited by L. E. Kastner |
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i. To Sr W. A.
Like Sophocles (the hearers in a trance)With Crimson Cothurne on a stately Stage
If thou march forth (where all with pompe doth glance)
To mone the Monarches of the Worlds first Age;
Or if, like Phœbus, thou thy Selfe aduance,
All bright with sacred Flames, known by Heauẽs Badge,
To make a Day, of Dayes which scornes the Rage,
Whilst when they end it, what should come doth Scance;
Thy Phœnix-Muse still wing'd with Wonders flies,
Praise of our Brookes, Staine to old Pindus Springs,
And who thee follow would, scarce with their Eyes
Can reach the Spheare where thou most sweetlie sings.
Though string'd with Starres Heauẽs Orpheus Harpe enrolle,
More worthy Thine to blaze about the Pole.
William Drvmmond.
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ii. To the Author.
Sonnet.
Come forth, Laissa, spred thy lockes of Gold,Show thy cheekes roses in their virgine Prime,
And though no gẽmes the decke which Indies hold,
Yeild not vnto the fairest of thy tyme.
No ceruse brought farre farre beyond the seas,
Noe poisone lyke Cinabre Paints thy face,
Let them haue that whose natiue hues displeas,
Thow graceth nakednesse, it doth the grace.
Thy Syre no pyick-purse is of others witt,
Those Jewellis be his oune which the adorne;
And though thow after greatter ones be borne,
Thou mayst be bold euen midst the first to sitt,
For whilst fair Iuliett, or the farie quene
Doe liue with theirs, thy beautie shall be seene.
M. William Drommond.
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iii. ON THE DEATH OF GODEFRID VANDER HAGEN.
Scarce I four Lusters had enjoyed Breath,When my Lifes Threid was cut by cruel Death;
Few were my Yeares, so were my Sorrowes all,
Long Dayes haue Drammes of sweet, but Pounds of Gall;
And yet the fruites which my faire Spring did giue,
Proue some may longer breath, not longer liue.
That craggie Path which doth to Vertue lead,
With steps of Honor I did stronglie tread;
I made sweet Layes, and into Notes diuyne
Out-sung Apollo and the Muses nyne.
Forths sweetest Swannets did extolle my Verse,
Forths sweetest Swannets now weepe o're my Hearse,
For which I pardone Fates my date of Yeares;
Kings may haue vaster Tombes, not dearer Teares.
W. Drvmmond.
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iv. Of my Lord of Galloway his learned Commentary on the Reuelation.
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[Prefixed to “PATHMOS; OR A COMMENTARY ON THE REVELATION OF SAINT IOHN,” by William Cowper, Bishop of Galloway. London, 1619, 4to.]
To
this admir'd Discouerer giue place,
Yee who first tam'd the Sea, the Windes outranne,
And match'd the Dayes bright Coach-man in your race,
Americus, Columbus, Magellan.
Yee who first tam'd the Sea, the Windes outranne,
And match'd the Dayes bright Coach-man in your race,
Americus, Columbus, Magellan.
It is most true that your ingenious care
And well-spent paines another world brought forth,
For Beasts, Birds, Trees, for Gemmes and Metals rare,
Yet all being earth, was but of earthly worth.
And well-spent paines another world brought forth,
For Beasts, Birds, Trees, for Gemmes and Metals rare,
Yet all being earth, was but of earthly worth.
Hee a more precious World to vs descryes,
Rich in more Treasure then both Indes containe,
Faire in more beauty then mans witte can faine,
Whose Sunne not sets, whose people neuer dies.
Earth shuld your Brows deck with stil-verdant Bayes,
But Heauens crowne his with Stars immortall rayes.
Rich in more Treasure then both Indes containe,
Faire in more beauty then mans witte can faine,
Whose Sunne not sets, whose people neuer dies.
Earth shuld your Brows deck with stil-verdant Bayes,
But Heauens crowne his with Stars immortall rayes.
Master William Drumond of
Hawthorn-denne.
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v. ON THE BOOKE.
God binding with hid Tendons this great ALL,
Did make a LVTE which had all parts it giuen;
This LVTES round Bellie was the azur'd Heauen,
The Rose those Lights which Hee did there install;
Did make a LVTE which had all parts it giuen;
This LVTES round Bellie was the azur'd Heauen,
The Rose those Lights which Hee did there install;
The Basses were the Earth and Ocean,
The Treble shrill the Aire; the other Strings
The vnlike Bodies were of mixed things:
And then His Hand to breake sweete Notes began.
The Treble shrill the Aire; the other Strings
The vnlike Bodies were of mixed things:
And then His Hand to breake sweete Notes began.
Those loftie Concords did so farre rebound,
That Floods, Rocks, Meadows, Forrests, did them heare,
Birds, Fishes, Beasts, danc'd to their siluer sound;
Onlie to them Man had a deafned Eare:
Now him to rouse from sleepe so deepe and long,
God wak'ned hath the Eccho of this Song.
That Floods, Rocks, Meadows, Forrests, did them heare,
Birds, Fishes, Beasts, danc'd to their siluer sound;
Onlie to them Man had a deafned Eare:
Now him to rouse from sleepe so deepe and long,
God wak'ned hath the Eccho of this Song.
W. D.
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vi. On These Lockes.
Lockes, Ornament of Angels, Diademes
Which the triumphing Quires aboue doe crowne;
Rich Curles of Bountie, Pinnions of Renowne,
Of that immortall Sunne immortall Beames;
Which the triumphing Quires aboue doe crowne;
Rich Curles of Bountie, Pinnions of Renowne,
Of that immortall Sunne immortall Beames;
Lockes, sacred Lockes, no, adamantine Chaines,
Which doe shut vp and firme together binde
Both that Contentment which in Life wee finde,
And Blisse which with vnbodied Soules remaines;
Which doe shut vp and firme together binde
Both that Contentment which in Life wee finde,
And Blisse which with vnbodied Soules remaines;
Faire Locks, all Locks compar'd to you (though gold)
Are Comets-Locks, portending Harme and Wrath,
Or bauld Occasions-Locke, that none can holde,
Or Absaloms, which worke the Wearers death.
Are Comets-Locks, portending Harme and Wrath,
Or bauld Occasions-Locke, that none can holde,
Or Absaloms, which worke the Wearers death.
If hencefoorth Beautie e're my Minde subdue,
It shall (deare Locks) be for what shines in you.
It shall (deare Locks) be for what shines in you.
W. D.
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vii. Paraineticon.
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[Prefixed to “PALLAS ARMATA, OR MILITARIE INSTRUCTIONS for the Learned,” by Sir Thomas Kellie. Edinburgh, 1627, 4to.]
Thy Natiues Gore Thy Christall Curles deface,
Thy Nymphes so bright which bee,
Halfe-Blackamores embrace,
And (dull'd with Grapes) yet not resente Thy Case?
Fallen are Thy Anadeames,
O of such goodlie Cities Famous Flood!
Dimm'd bee Thy Beauties Beames,
And with Thy Spoyles and Blood
Hell is made rich, prowd the Iberian Blood.
And You, faire Europes Queen,
Which hast with Lillies deckt your purple Seate,
Can you see those haue beene
Sterne Cometes to Your State,
On Neighboures Wracke to grow so hugelie great?
Looke how much Iber gaines,
By as much lessened is Your flowrie Throne;
O doe not take such paines
On Bartholomewes alone,
But seeke to reacquire your Pampelone.
Braue People, which endwell
The happiest Ile that Neptunes armes embrace;
World, which doth yet excell
In what first Worlds did grace,
Doe neuer to base seruitude giue Place:
Marshalle your Wits and Armes,
Your Courage whett with Pittie and Disdaine,
Your deeme your Allies Harmes;
All lose or re-obtaine,
And either Palme or fatall Cypresse gaine.
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If moulded were All Mindes, all Endeuoures,
Could Worth thus All inflame,
Then not this Ile were Ours
Alone, but all betweene Sunnes golden Bowres.
W. Drvmmond.
viii. OF THE BOOKE.
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[Prefixed to “THE TRVE CRVCIFIXE FOR TRUE CATHOLICKES,” by Sir William Moore. Edinburgh, 1629, 8vo.]
Gazing on Masts of Ships crost with their yards;
Or when yee see a Microcosme to swim,
At eury stroake the Crucifixe doe limne
In your Braines Table; or when smaller things,
As pyed Butter-flyes, and Birds their wings
Doe raise a Crosse, streight on your knees doe fall
And worship; you, that eurye painted wall,
Grac't with some antik face, some Godling make,
And practise whoordome for the Crosses sake
With Bread, stone, mettall; Read these sacred Layes,
And (Proselytes) proclaime the Authors praise:
Such Fame your Transformation shall him giue,
With Homers Euer that his Name shall liue.
W. D.
Of Hawthorn-denne.
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ix. [Subjoined to “A FVNERALL SERMON, Preached at the buriall of Lady Iane Maitlane, daughter to the Right Noble Earle, Iohn Earle of Lauderdail.” Edinburgh, 1633, 4to.]
The flowre of virgins in her prime of years
By ruthlesse destinies is ta'ne away,
And rap'd from earth, poore earth, before this day
Which ne're was rightly nam'd a vale of tears.
By ruthlesse destinies is ta'ne away,
And rap'd from earth, poore earth, before this day
Which ne're was rightly nam'd a vale of tears.
Beautie to heauen is fled, sweet modestie
No more appears; she whose harmonious sounds
Did rauish sense, and charm mindes deepest wounds,
Embalm'd with many a tear now low doth lie.
No more appears; she whose harmonious sounds
Did rauish sense, and charm mindes deepest wounds,
Embalm'd with many a tear now low doth lie.
Fair hopes evanish'd are; she should have grac'd
A princes marriage-bed, but (lo!) in heauen
Blest paramours to her were to be giuen;
She liu'd an angel, now is with them plac'd.
A princes marriage-bed, but (lo!) in heauen
Blest paramours to her were to be giuen;
She liu'd an angel, now is with them plac'd.
Vertue was but a name abstractly trim'd,
Interpreting what she was in effect,
A shadow from her frame, which did reflect
A portrait by her excellencies lim'd.
Interpreting what she was in effect,
A shadow from her frame, which did reflect
A portrait by her excellencies lim'd.
Thou whom free-will or chance hath hither brought,
And readst, here lies a branch of Metlands stem,
And Seatons offspring, know that either name
Designes all worth yet reach'd by humane thought.
Tombs (elsewhere) rise, life to their guests to giue,
Those ashes can frail monuments make liue.
And readst, here lies a branch of Metlands stem,
And Seatons offspring, know that either name
Designes all worth yet reach'd by humane thought.
Tombs (elsewhere) rise, life to their guests to giue,
Those ashes can frail monuments make liue.
M. W. Drumond.
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x. Of Persons Varieties.
The Lawyer here may learne Divinity,The Diuine Lawes, or faire Astrology,
The Dammaret respectiuely to fight,
The Duellist to court a Mistresse right;
Such who their name take from the Rosie-Crosse,
May here by Time learne to repaire their losse:
All learne may somewhat, if they be not fooles;
Arts quicklier here are lesson'd than in Schooles.
xi. Distich, of the same.
This Booke a World is; here if errours be,The like (nay worse) in the great world we see.
William Drummond,
Of Hathorn-den.
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