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The poems of William Habington

Edited with introduction and commentary by Kenneth Allott

Habington, William (1605-1654)

CASTARA:

To his best friend and Kinsman William Habington, Esquire.

To CASTARA,

To Roses in the bosome of CASTARA.

To CASTARA,

To my honoured Friend, Mr. E. P.

To CASTARA.

To CASTARA,

To a Wanton.

To the Honourable my much honoured friend, R. B. Esquire.

To CASTARA,

To the right honourable the Countesse of Ar.

Vpon CASTARA'S frowne or smile.

In CASTARA,

Vpon thought CASTARA may dye.

Time to the moments, on sight of CASTARA.

To a friend inquiring her name, whom he loved.

A Dialogue betweene HOPE and FEARE.

To CVPID,

Vpon CVPID'S death and buriall in CASTARA'S cheeke.

To Fame.

A Dialogue betweene ARAPHILL and CASTARA.

To CASTARA,

Vpon CASTARA'S departure.

To CASTARA,

Vpon CASTARA'S absence.

To CASTARA,

To THAMES.

To the right honourable the Earle of SHREWES.

An answere to CASTARA'S question.

To CASTARA,

To the honourable my honoured kinsman Mr. G. T.

Vpon CASTARA'S departure.

A Dialogue betweene NIGHT and ARAPHIL.

To the Right Honourable, the Lady, E. P.

To CASTARA,

An Apparition.

To the Honourable Mr. Wm. E.

To CASTARA,

To my honoured Friend and Kinsman, R. St. Esquire

To the World.

To the Winter.

Vpon a visit to CASTARA in the Night.

To CASTARA. Of the chastity of his Love.

The Description Of CASTARA.

Upon CASTARA'S recoverie.

To the Right Honourable the Lady F.

To CASTARA.

To CASTARA,

A Dialogue betweene ARAPHILL and CASTARA.

To the Right Honourable HENRY Lord M.

To a Tombe.

To CASTARA.

To the Right Honourable, the Lord P.

His Muse speakes to him.

To Vaine hope.

To CASTARA,

To CASTARA.

On the death of the Right Honourable, GEORGE Earle of S.

To my worthy Cousin Mr. E. C.

Loves Aniversarie

Against them who lay unchastity to the sex of Women.

To the Right Honourable and excellently learned, William Earle of St.

To CASTARA,

To the Honourable, G. T.

To CASTARA.

To my noblest Friend, Sir I. P. Knight.

To The Right Honourable Archibald Earle of Ar.

An Elegy upon The Honourable Henry Cambell, sonne to the Earle of Ar.

To CASTARA.

To CASTARA,

To the Moment last past

To CASTARA.

To the Right Honourable the Countesse of C.

The harmony of Love.

To my honoured friend Sir Ed. P. Knight.

To CASTARA.

To my noblest Friend, I. C. Esquire.

To CASTARA.

To his Muse.

The Funerals of the Honourable, my best friend and Kinsman, GEORGE TALBOT, Esquire.

Domine labia mea aperies. DAVID.

Versa est in luctum cythara mea. IOB.

Perdam Sapientiam Sapientum.

Paucitatem dierum meorum nuncia mihi. DAVID.

Non nobis Domine. DAVID.

Solum mihi superest sepulchrum. IOB.

Et fugit velut umbra. IOB.

Nox nocti indicat Scientiam. DAVID.

Et alta a longè cognoscit. DAVID.

Universum stratum ejus versasti in infirmitate ejus. DAVID.

Laudate Dominum de cælis. DAVID.

Qui quasi flos egreditur.

Quid gloriaris in malicia? DAVID.

Deus Deus Meus. DAVID.

Quoniam ego in flagella paratus sum. DAVID.

Militia est vita hominis.

Vias tuas Domine demonstra mihi.

Et Exaltavit Humiles.

Dominus Dominantium.

Cogitabo pro peccato meo.

Recogitabo tibi omnes annos meos. ISAY.

Cupio dissolvi. Paule.

PROLOGUES, EPILOGUES AND SONGS FROM THE QUEENE OF ARRAGON 1640

The Prologue at Court.

The Prologue at the Fryers.

The Song in the second Act.

The Song in the fourth Act.

The Epilogue at Court.

The Epilogue at the Fryers.

OTHER POEMS FROM PRINTED BOOKS

[Spread faire thou growing Tree, with which in vaine]

To his noble Friend, th' Author on his Tragedy of Albouine.

To my friend the author.

An ELEGIE UPON THE Death of Ben. Johnson, the most Excellent of English Poets

To MY FRIEND, Will. Davenant.

On Master JOHN FLETCHERS Dramaticall Poems.

DOUBTFUL POEMS

on Castaraes sittinge on Primrose banks

upon Castaries and her sisters goinge Afoote in the Snow

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Qui quasi flos egreditur.

To the Right Honourable, the Lady Cat. T

Faire Madam! You
May see what's man in yond' bright rose.
Though it the wealth of Nature owes,
It is opprest, and bends with dew.

Which shewes, though fate
May promise still to warme our lippes,
And keepe our eyes from an ecclips;
It will our pride with teares abate.

Poore silly flowre!
Though in thy beauty thou presume,
And breath which doth the spring perfume;
Thou may'st be cropt this very houre.

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And though it may
Then thy good fortune be, to rest
Oth' pillow of some Ladies brest;
Thou'lt wither, and be throwne away.

For 'tis thy doome
However, that there shall appeare
No memory that thou grew'st heere,
Ere the tempestuous winter come.

But flesh is loath
By meditation to fore see
How loath'd a nothing it must be:
Proud in the triumphes of its growth.

And tamely can
Behold this mighty world decay
And weare by th' age of time away:
Yet not discourse the fall of man.

But Madam these
Are thoughts to cure sicke humane pride.
And med'cines are in vaine applyed,
To bodies far 'bove all disease.

For you so live
As th' Angels in one perfect state;
Safe from the ruines of our fate,
By vertues great preservative.

And though we see
Beautie enough to warme each heart;
Yet you by a chaste Chimicke Art,
Calcine fraile love to pietie.