The Poems of Thomas Pestell Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan |
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[Bodl. MS. Ash. 788:]
Generall Hastings his Bowre.
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Of Muses hills & princes HallsOf Louu'rs & Escurialls
Tell noe more tales at Festiualls
To silence all Poetick powre
Wee sing Hersigne Henries towre
The Sunn nere saw soe braue a bowre
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Just on ye Nauell of a groundWith groue & garden Chapletts crownd
Hung wth large skies of wonders round
Ould poaring Sol is still distrest
An artfull wildness gloomes his east
Wth flames of burnisht gold invest
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The birds in pleached Arbours faireJoying the calme enamour'd aire
Theire pineons, notes & loues repaire
Where men may die Contemplatiue
On pleasures that three senses giue
Not minding two, wherby they liue.
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He whose greate soule is frendships spheareAnd noble hart raignes every where
Setts ope his boundless bounties here
Come all can reason sing or write
Of Martiall or Mercuriall sprite
And make two dayes to Euery night.
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Canns wide as Cannons doubly shineThey scorne to wrong the god of Wine
To make a poore pint pott his sh[ri]ne
Here are full streames, pure rich & cleane
Of Spanish French & Rhenish veine
And Hipocrase for Hippocrene.
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Troops of bright Nymphs whom fancie leadesIn stead of Pearle or Ambar beads
Here brace theire arms & starr their heads
Whose flagrant beames his brest vnburne
He meanes his bowre shal serue his turne
For Cloister Closett to his Vrne
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When Venus heard me finish soeShe swore by Cupids goulden bow
He should not long vngaged goe
For from a hart soe l[o]nge alone
What Energie would soone be showne
When Loue but made a twofold one.
Mæcenas birthday from Mr Pestell. For his much loueing, more beloued most learned frend, Mr. P. Kynder.
Horaces Ode to Phillis Lib 4 Od. 11.
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Phillis here is for thee in storeA barrell nine yeres ould and more
Full of Albanian wine
My garden parsley shal prepare
And Iuie chapletts for thy haire
To make it dubly shine.
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See the fresh laughter new createReflected from refulgent plate
While crownd wth verbaine chast
The sacred alter thirsting cries
Give me a lamb for sacrifice
I long his blood to tast.
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Diligence moues all hands and feetePell-mell my ladds & lasses meete
Soe mingling worke & play:
Bright flames against black fumes make head
But these for all theire vap'ring fledd
And those haue wonne the day.
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Come Phil. this is not euery tymeThe vernal sunn is in his prime
And these are April Ides
In midst of Venus month soe plac't
As is the Ceston 'bout her wast
Wch all her sweetes diuides.
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Mæcenas birth day whose renowneMakes me well nigh post-date myne owne
And spend my ioyful teares
To see returnd that pretious light
From whence my King-deriued Knig[h]t
Records his prosperous yeares.
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Come Sweete & frolick then wth vsNoe Longer doate on Telaphus
A youth aboue thy fate
A wanton Wench & rich beside
Hath him in twofould bondage tie'd
Nor does he proue vngrate.
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Alack! there are examples foundOf Phaëton both burnt & drown'd
All greedie hopes to check
The foole, Belleraphon who tried
The heau'nlie winged horse to ride
Fell downe & broake his neck
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O Phillis these sad stories teachVs court nothing past our reach
Then strike a match wth me.
Of harts we'ele driue a mutuall trade
For myne noe flame shal e're inuade
To feymale after thee.
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Come then & lett us both reioyceGracing my verses wth thy voice
What shame to this belongs?
When thou & I sitt arme in arme
All earthly cares to fright & charme
Or minish wth our Song.
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