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Comedies, Tragi-comedies, With other Poems

by Mr William Cartwright ... The Ayres and Songs set by Mr Henry Lawes

Cartwright, William (1611-1643)

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[Thus thy left hand the Mighty Stagyrite Supports]

To the Memory of the most Ingenious and Vertuous Gentleman Mr Wil: Cartvvright, my much valued Friend.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Excellent Poems Now collected and published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

On the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright, late Student of Christ-Church in Oxford.

On Mr Cartvvright's excellent Poems, now Collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

To the deceased Author of these Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Now collected and Published.

On the publication of the Posthume Poems of M. William Cartwright, sometime Student of Christ-Church in OXON.

To my dear Mother the Vniversity of Oxford, Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Stationer (Mr Moseley) on his Printing Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Ingenuous Author and his Poems.

On Mr Will: Cartwright's excellent Poems.

ON Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

Vpon Mr. Cartvvright's Poems, published long after his death.

In Memory of his honoured Friend Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of his deceased Friend. Mr William Cartvvright.

In Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's surviving Poems.

Upon the Poems and Plaies of the ever Memorable Mr Will: Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

To the rich Memory of my Honoured Friend the Learned Author.

TO The Memory of Master Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems, collected and published since his Death.

On Mr VVil: Cartvvright's excellent Poems, Collected and Published since his death.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright.

On his Deceased Friend Mr Will: Cartvvright's Poems, now Collected and Published.

TO The Memory of my most deserving and peculiar Friend Mr Wil. Cartvvright.

On the Death of Mr. William Cartvvright, and the now publishing of his Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and the Life of his desired Poems.

On the Death of Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon Mr Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Incomparable Poems published after his Death.

On M. Will: Cartwrights Incomparable Poems.

Upon the setting forth M. Will: Cartwrights Poems.

To the Memory of Mr VVilliam Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the deceased Author Mr William Cartvvright.

On Mr William Cartvvright excellent Poems.

On Mr William Cartvvright's excellent Poems.

On M. Cartvvright and his Poems.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems Now collected and Published.

On Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

To the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright, On the publication of these His Incomparable Poems

Upon the Memory of Mr William Cartvvright and his admirable Poems.

Vpon the Author's decease, and Poems.

TO THE Memory of Mr Cartvvright, and on his Incomparable Poems.

On the Death of Mr Cartvvright, and Resurrection of his Poems.

Upon Mr Cartvvright's Poems.

Vpon the Incomparable Poems of the Learned Mr Cartvvright.

To the Memory of the Incomparable Mr William Cartvvright.

Upon the Incomparable Poems of Mr William Cartvvright late Student of Christ Church in Oxford.

On the Death of my dear Friend Mr William Cartvvright, relating to the fore-going Elegies.

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A Panegyrick to the most Noble Lucy Countesse of Carlisle.

On the Imperfection of Christ-Church Buildings.

A Continuation of the same to the Prince of Wales.

On His Majesties recovery from the small Pox. 1633.

To the King, On His Majesties Return from Scotland. 1633.

To the Queen on the same Occasion.

To the Lady Pavvlet, upon her Present sent to the Vniversity, being the Story of the Nativity and Passion of our Saviour, wrought by her self in Needle-work.

On the Birth of the Duke of York.

To Dr Duppa, then Dean of Christ-Church, and Tutor to the Prince of Wales.

To the same immediately after the Publick Act at Oxon. 1634.

On the great Frost. 1634.

To Mr W. B. at the Birth of his first Child.

For a young Lord to his Mistris, who had taught him a Song.

On Mr Stokes his Book on the Art of Vaulting.

Love inconcealable.

Beauty and Deniall.

A Sigh sent to his absent Love.

Corinna's Tomb.

To the memory of a Shipwrackt Virgin.

To a Painters handsome Daughter.

Lesbia On her Sparrow.

At a dry Dinner.

A Bill of Fare.

The Chambermaids Posset.

On a Gentlewomans Silk-hood.

Parthenia for her slain Argalus.

Ariadne deserted by Theseus, as She sits upon a Rock in the Island Naxos, thus complains.

No drawing of Valentines.

To Lydia whom Men observ'd to make too much of me.

To Chloe who wish'd her self young enough for me.

No Platonique Love.

Vpon the Translation of Chaucer's Troilus and Creseide by Sir Francis Kinaston.

A Translation of Hugo Grotius's Elegy on Arminius.

Martial lib. 1. Epig. 67.

Matial. lib. 7. Epig. 59.

In Pompeios Juvenes.

Si memini fuerunt.

Martial lib. 10. Ep. 5.

Martial lib. 11. Ep. 19.

Horat. Carm. lib. 4. Ode 13.

To Mr Thomas Killegrew on his two Playes, the Prisoners, and Claracilla.

On the Birth of the Kings's fourth Child. 2636.

To the Queen on the same; being the Preface before the English Verses sent then from Oxford.

The Conclusion to the Queen.

To Mrs Duppa, sent with the Picture of the Bishop of Chichester (her Husband) in a small peece of Glass.

To the King, on the Birth of the Princess Elizabeth. March 17. 1636.

On the same to the Queen.

Vpon the Dramatick Poems of Mr John Fletcher.

Another on the same.

To the Right Reverend Father in God, Brian, Lord Bishop of Chichester, Tutor to the Prince His Highness, my most gracious Patron

A New-years Gift.

A New-years-gift to a Noble Lord. 1640.

A New-years-gift to Brian Lord Bishop of Sarum,

To the Queen after her dangerous Delivery. 1638.

Vpon the Birth of the Kings sixth Child. 1640.

On the Marriage of the Lady Mary to the Prince of Aurange his Son. 1641.

To the Cancellour of the Vniversity of Oxford, then newly chosen. 1641.

On the Lady Newburgh, who dyed of the small Pox.

On Mrs Abigall Long, who dyed of two Impostumes.

An Epitaph on Mr. Poultney.

To the Memory of the most vertuous Mrs Ursula Sadleir, who dyed of a Feaver.

On the Queens Return from the Low Countries.

Upon the death of the Right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill Knight.

On the Death of the Most hopefull, the Lord Stafford. 1640.

To the Memory of the Most Worthy, Sir Henry Spelman.

To the Memory of Ben Johnson. Laureat.

On the Nativity.

On the Circumcision.

On the Epiphany.

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On the same to the Queen.

And something too (great Queen) I was about
For You, but as it stuck and would not out
(For we, who have not wit propitious, do
Travell with Verse, and feel our Brain-pangs too)
A nest of Cupids hov'ring in one bright
Cloud did surprize my Fancy, and my Sight;

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This Flock hedg'd in her Cradle, and She lay
More gratious, more divine, more fresh than they;
Each view'd her Eyes, and in her Eyes were shewn
Darts far more pow'rfull, though less, than their own.

These Venus Eyes (saies One) these are
Our Mothers Sparkes, but Chaster far;
And Thetis silver feet are these,
The Father sure is Lord o'th' Seas.
Fair one (saith this) we bring you flowers,
The Garden one day shall be yours;
Wear on your Cheeks these, when you do
Venture at words you'l speak 'em too.
That Veyl that hides Great Cupids Eyes
(Saith That) must swath her as she lies:
For certain 'tis that this is she
Who destin'd is to make Love see.
Let's pull our Wings, that we may drown
Her Gracefull Limbs in heavenly down;
But they so soft are, that I fear
Feathers will make impressions there.
May she with Love and Aw be seen,
Whiles every part presents a Queen,
And think when first she sees her face,
Her Mother's got behind the Glass.

This said, a Stately Maid appear'd, whose Light
Did put the little Archers all to flight;
Her Shape was more than humane, such I use
To fancy the most Fair, the most Chaste Muse;
And now by one swift Motion being neer
My side, She gently thus did pull mine Ear,
The Emerit Ancient warbling Priests, and you
Nothing beyond Collect, or Ballad do,

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Dare your salute a Star without tri'd fire?
Or welcome Harmony with an harsher Quire?
Raptures are due. Great Goddess, I leave then:
This Subject only doth befit your Pen.