The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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 | The poems of George Daniel |  |
111
Love Platonicke
A Small Poeme; First Written 1642: by the same Author;
Non est forma Satis, nec, quæ vult bella videri;
Debet vulgari more placere Sibi;
Dicta, Sales, lusus, sermonis gratia, risus,
Vincunt Naturæ candidioris opus;
Condit enim formam, quicquid consumitur artis,
Et nisi velle subest, gratia tota perit.
Debet vulgari more placere Sibi;
Dicta, Sales, lusus, sermonis gratia, risus,
Vincunt Naturæ candidioris opus;
Condit enim formam, quicquid consumitur artis,
Et nisi velle subest, gratia tota perit.
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To Cinthia; coying it.
Noe longer Cinthia! have I spent
My time, but for a Complement?
Have I read all
The Solemne Dictates of a noble Love?
Taught all the Misterie which doth behove
A naturall
Pure fflame to exercise?
And you in Heresies
Yet wander! noe more vexe
Your Selfe, in the Stale Error of your Sex.
My time, but for a Complement?
Have I read all
The Solemne Dictates of a noble Love?
Taught all the Misterie which doth behove
A naturall
Pure fflame to exercise?
And you in Heresies
Yet wander! noe more vexe
Your Selfe, in the Stale Error of your Sex.
Not any doctrine, in our Schoole,
Tends to the ruine of a Soule.
You may be bold
To follow all our Precepts, and observe
A Stricter Modestie then those who sterve
Love, in the old
Mantles of Mother witt;
They doe not know the fitt
Freedome of Nature, in
That Passion of the Soule, without a Sin.
Tends to the ruine of a Soule.
You may be bold
To follow all our Precepts, and observe
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Love, in the old
Mantles of Mother witt;
They doe not know the fitt
Freedome of Nature, in
That Passion of the Soule, without a Sin.
Come, let me gather a new Flame
From thy bright Eyes; the old is lame;
And I forget
The better Principles, while I dispute
You into Faith. Come, 'tis a modest Suite,
And might be writt,
A vestall Canon. Fye,
'Tis meere Simplicitie
To hinder your owne blisse!
Would you Assent, there were noe ioy to this.
From thy bright Eyes; the old is lame;
And I forget
The better Principles, while I dispute
You into Faith. Come, 'tis a modest Suite,
And might be writt,
A vestall Canon. Fye,
'Tis meere Simplicitie
To hinder your owne blisse!
Would you Assent, there were noe ioy to this.
The bruitish Passions of Lust,
Wee doe not know; nor the vniust
Power of the will.
Our blood is Calme and Cold; and all the root
Of Nature is Corrected; here, noe doubt
Can move that Ill,
Your Ignorance suggests:
Wee have more open brests,
And thinke but what we say;
And doe the Same, in the same free cleare way.
Wee doe not know; nor the vniust
Power of the will.
Our blood is Calme and Cold; and all the root
Of Nature is Corrected; here, noe doubt
Can move that Ill,
Your Ignorance suggests:
Wee have more open brests,
And thinke but what we say;
And doe the Same, in the same free cleare way.
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May I not yet enioy the free
Possession of my Selfe, in Thee?
Let Men Suspect
By their owne gvilt, our Sin; it shall not move
Our Innocence. Daigne yet an Equall Love;
Prize noe respect,
To that Beautitude,
Wise Mortalls have pursu'd,
With Free and Chast desires;
Warmed with the best (now called) Platonicke fires.
Possession of my Selfe, in Thee?
Let Men Suspect
By their owne gvilt, our Sin; it shall not move
Our Innocence. Daigne yet an Equall Love;
Prize noe respect,
To that Beautitude,
Wise Mortalls have pursu'd,
With Free and Chast desires;
Warmed with the best (now called) Platonicke fires.
To Cinthia Converted.
Come my Cinthia, gladly fixe
Thy bright and Chaster Eyes on mine;
Yet be free, and let vs mixe,
In noe base Corporeal twine;
But in the freedome of our Soules embrace,
Knitt by the mutuall Glance of Either's Face.
Thy bright and Chaster Eyes on mine;
Yet be free, and let vs mixe,
In noe base Corporeal twine;
But in the freedome of our Soules embrace,
Knitt by the mutuall Glance of Either's Face.
Happie are the Minutes, which
Wee Spend and keepe in this enioying;
Tainted with noe Sordid Itch
Of sensuall Pleasures, ever Cloying;
Wee freely move within our Selves; and Eyther
Moves in the other, one and both together.
Wee Spend and keepe in this enioying;
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Of sensuall Pleasures, ever Cloying;
Wee freely move within our Selves; and Eyther
Moves in the other, one and both together.
My better selfe, in all the tye
Of Chast Affection, thinke I prise
Noe Ioy to this Societie:
Not all the Treasure of thy Eyes
Was such a forcive Character, to bind
My Love, as this great Sympathie of Mind.
Of Chast Affection, thinke I prise
Noe Ioy to this Societie:
Not all the Treasure of thy Eyes
Was such a forcive Character, to bind
My Love, as this great Sympathie of Mind.
Nor let the vulgar blame vs in
Their owne surmises, fond and weake;
Wee are not gviltye of that Sin,
Which they are bold to doe and Speake;
Let them Enioy their Active heat, whilest wee
With Soules Combinéd, in our Selves are ffree.
Their owne surmises, fond and weake;
Wee are not gviltye of that Sin,
Which they are bold to doe and Speake;
Let them Enioy their Active heat, whilest wee
With Soules Combinéd, in our Selves are ffree.
Deare Cinthia, breath thy Innocence
Into the Closet of my heart;
Whilst in a mixt Intelligence
Wee Ioyne the Soule in every part;
Soe generate new Loves; and keepe entire
The ffaculties, vnstainéd with Desire.
Into the Closet of my heart;
Whilst in a mixt Intelligence
Wee Ioyne the Soule in every part;
Soe generate new Loves; and keepe entire
The ffaculties, vnstainéd with Desire.
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Cinthia confirmed.
Can it be love, which the rude ActionOf Nature may Compleat?
Or can the Sences' Satisfaction
Proceed from noble heat?
Can Love at once
Create and Ruine? or an Ayme intend
To an ignoble End?
And yet advance
A Face of vertue? Love can never bend
Two wayes at once.
To the Platonicke pretender.
Dull ffoole, to mock a flame
Beyond thy Fate;
Thou canst but prate
Of Common Love, veil'd in another Name.
The word Platonicke pleases thy Conceit;
And some new thing
Thou would'st have others vnderstand in it;
But canst not bring
One Accent, to evince
It, from the Common Sins
Of Appetite and Naturall Desire.
The word is all thy Flame!
Dull Sinner! doe not blame
These Iust reproaches, if a Zealous fire
Let the world see,
A strange Hypocrisie.
For in Platonicke Love thou canst doe more
With yeilding Females, then in Lust before.
Beyond thy Fate;
Thou canst but prate
Of Common Love, veil'd in another Name.
The word Platonicke pleases thy Conceit;
And some new thing
Thou would'st have others vnderstand in it;
But canst not bring
One Accent, to evince
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Of Appetite and Naturall Desire.
The word is all thy Flame!
Dull Sinner! doe not blame
These Iust reproaches, if a Zealous fire
Let the world see,
A strange Hypocrisie.
For in Platonicke Love thou canst doe more
With yeilding Females, then in Lust before.
Ladies beware, he will deceive you, in
That Face of vertue, to the Act of Sin.
That Face of vertue, to the Act of Sin.
Pure Platonicke.
Not Roses, ioyn'd with Lillies, make
Her ffaire; nor though her Eyes be blacke
And glorious, as th' Etheriall Qveene,
Are they my wonder; I have seene
Beautie, and scorn'd it, at fowerteene.
Her ffaire; nor though her Eyes be blacke
And glorious, as th' Etheriall Qveene,
Are they my wonder; I have seene
Beautie, and scorn'd it, at fowerteene.
Not to have a Skin as smooth
As Christall; nor a Lip, nor mouth,
Bright Cytherea's ornament;
Move me at all. Let them invent
A Dresse, to move new blandishment;
As Christall; nor a Lip, nor mouth,
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Move me at all. Let them invent
A Dresse, to move new blandishment;
I am not taken. Not the Faire
Enchantments of well-order'd haire;
Not a Leg, nor Foot, nor hand;
Nor the parts wee vnderstand
Most attractive, mee command.
Enchantments of well-order'd haire;
Not a Leg, nor Foot, nor hand;
Nor the parts wee vnderstand
Most attractive, mee command.
Though I give all Beautie prise
To the value of my Eyes;
Yet I doe not love a Face,
Nor dote vpon the outward grace;
These respects can have noe place.
To the value of my Eyes;
Yet I doe not love a Face,
Nor dote vpon the outward grace;
These respects can have noe place.
Wee distingvish nothing to
The outward fforme, as Lovers doe;
Nor value by the rule of Sence;
Wee know noe Sexe's difference,
Equall in Pre'eminence.
The outward fforme, as Lovers doe;
Nor value by the rule of Sence;
Wee know noe Sexe's difference,
Equall in Pre'eminence.
To the Sympathising mind,
Neither hinder, neither bind;
But in either's brest wee move,
And Affections Equall prove:
This is pure Platonicke Love.
Neither hinder, neither bind;
But in either's brest wee move,
And Affections Equall prove:
This is pure Platonicke Love.
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Court-Platonicke.
Oh, be free, as Equall ayre;
Though not soe gen'rall (my Faire;)
Beautie doth attract the Eye,
In rayes of the best Sympathye;
Here I live Eternallye.
Though not soe gen'rall (my Faire;)
Beautie doth attract the Eye,
In rayes of the best Sympathye;
Here I live Eternallye.
The darkest Day were richly Spred
In the full Treasure of your head;
The Earth vnverdant may goe seeke
Her Flowers in Winter; but your Cheeke
Has all, and more then wee can Speake.
In the full Treasure of your head;
The Earth vnverdant may goe seeke
Her Flowers in Winter; but your Cheeke
Has all, and more then wee can Speake.
Sabæan Gummes flye in your Breath,
To recall Life, and ruine Death;
See it in me; for I noe more
Am living man, then in the power
Of what your Kisses doe Secure.
To recall Life, and ruine Death;
See it in me; for I noe more
Am living man, then in the power
Of what your Kisses doe Secure.
The Tirant layes his Scepter by,
Commanded by your awfull Eye;
And dares not Strike, if you but will
To have me Live; Oh, yet awhile,
Secure your Servant in your Smile.
Commanded by your awfull Eye;
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To have me Live; Oh, yet awhile,
Secure your Servant in your Smile.
Something moves within my Brest;
Something not to be exprest;
Nature wills, when two agree,
Some nearer ioyned Societye
Then a discoursive Harmonye.
Something not to be exprest;
Nature wills, when two agree,
Some nearer ioyned Societye
Then a discoursive Harmonye.
Let vs perfect all our worke;
Nature's fires should never lurke;
And the Act alone can Seale
Mutuall Ioyes; which to reveale
Were Treason—and I will not tell.
Nature's fires should never lurke;
And the Act alone can Seale
Mutuall Ioyes; which to reveale
Were Treason—and I will not tell.
Anti-Platonicke.
Noe longer torture Mee, in dreams
Of reservations and Extreams;
Nature, never yet, in Two
Such a Calmenes did bestow,
As you would pretend vnto.
Of reservations and Extreams;
Nature, never yet, in Two
Such a Calmenes did bestow,
As you would pretend vnto.
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Give me buxome Youth, and Blood
Qvickned in the vnderstood
Caution of Love; a free desire
To meet with mine, in Equall Fire,
And doe the Act, wee both Conspire.
Qvickned in the vnderstood
Caution of Love; a free desire
To meet with mine, in Equall Fire,
And doe the Act, wee both Conspire.
In the free and Common way,
I would all my heats allay;
I have little Skill in love,
Little leasure to Emprove;
But by Nature's precepts move.
I would all my heats allay;
I have little Skill in love,
Little leasure to Emprove;
But by Nature's precepts move.
In everie Step, I tread that path,
And to new Dictates want a Faith;
If I see her yonge and Faire,
Fresh, and Blith, and fitt to payre;
I have whol'some wishes nere.
And to new Dictates want a Faith;
If I see her yonge and Faire,
Fresh, and Blith, and fitt to payre;
I have whol'some wishes nere.
My blood burnes, I cannot hold;
Strong desires make vs bold:
I must vtter all I thinke,
Not in a Qvestion, or a winke:
Such mustie follies ever stinke.
Strong desires make vs bold:
I must vtter all I thinke,
Not in a Qvestion, or a winke:
Such mustie follies ever stinke.
But I vrge and presse it close,
All I know, or you suppose;
Women are noe longer Chast
Then vntempted; they would tast
Men, with Equall Heat and Hast.
All I know, or you suppose;
Women are noe longer Chast
Then vntempted; they would tast
Men, with Equall Heat and Hast.
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To the Sweet feminine Platonicks.
Ladies, (for only to the FeminineWee breath these gentle Ayres;) it resteth in
Your power to raise vs, (beyond all the right
Wee claime, to Poet,) in this present Flight;
For love Platonicke is a Dreame; (a Dull
Imperfect glance of the most beautifull
Obiect our nature claim's to;) wanting you
Who make that vp an Act, was but a Show.
THE END.
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