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Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd

By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham]

Tatham, John (fl. 1632-1664)

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Occasional Copies upon several SUBJECTS.

To a Mistris that told me, I could not live without her Love.

To a simply Coy Mistress.

To an imperiously proud Mistress, swell'd with my Praises.

Vpon the acquaintance of a Gallant Gentlewoman. To my self.

Crying and Laughing.

To Mistress S. W.

To a timorously willing Mistress.

Vpon my Noble friend, Richard Lovelace Esquire, his being in Holland. An Invitation.

To a Mistresse that thinks the sight without other enjoyment is Love sufficient.

To a vertuous Lady, on whom Envy had thrown a Scandal, for which she Mourned, and hung her Chamber with Blacks.

Spying Splendora through a Casement.

My Friend Paul Squire.

Seeing a Lady ------

An Occasional Frolick to an unknown Friend.

To a Gentlewoman that Loved me, and I not her.

Another upon the same.

To a Mistresse that bid me make another Choice.

To the Deceiving Mistress.

Lycoris a Rapture.

Lycoris weeping.

To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness.

To Mrs. I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church.

Vpon my leaving off the Company of Hellena.

Songs in a Masque.

A Prologue spoken at the Cock-pit, at the coming of the Red-Bull Players thither.

A Prologue spoken at the Red-Bull to a Play called the Whisperer, or what you please.

On the Report of Master William Lawes his Death.

To my Mother, Mris. Dorothy Tatham, one of the Daughters of Christopher Percy of Manson in the County of Dorset, Esquire, then Iustice of Peace and Quorum, and High Sheriff of that County.

Vpon the Death of my Father.

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To Mrs. I. H. upon the sight of a Marble Coverture or Statue in the Church.

Observe Ostella how it weeps,
As though it griev'd for what it keeps,
And seems a pitteous sense to owne
Because its empty guess hath none,
Or that it should not be the same,
In sense it seems to be in Fame,
And can thy Brests be harder far
Then Rocks of Flint or Marble ar?
Is't not a shame thou shouldst be known
To have less pitty then a stone;
But since thy Heart of flesh Tears can't perswade
My prayes shall be to have it Marble made.