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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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To the memory of a Shipwrackt Virgin.

VVhether thy well-shap'd parts now scattred far
Asunder into Treasure parted are;
VVhether thy Tresses, now to Amber grown,
Still cast a softer day where they are shewn;
Whether those Eyes be Diamonds now, or make
The Carefull Goddess of the Flouds mistake,
Chiding their lingring stay, as if they were
Stars that forgot t' ascend unto their Sphere;
Whether thy Lips do into Corall grow,
Making her wonder how't came red below;
Whether those Orders of thy Teeth, now sown
In several Pearls, enrich each Channell one;
VVhether thy gentle Breath in easie Gales
Now flies, and chastly fils the pregnant Sailes;
Or whether Whole, turn'd Syren, thou dost joy
Only to Sing, unwilling to destroy;
Or else a Nymph far fairer dost encrease
The Virgin Train of the Nereides;
If that all Sense departed not with Breath,
And there is yet some Memory in Death,
Accept this labour, sacred to thy Fame,
Swelling with thee, made Poem by thy Name.

Hearken O VVinds (if that ye yet have Eares
VVho were thus deaf unto my Fair ones Tears)
Fly with this Curse; may Cavernes you contain
Still strugling for Release, but still in vain.

Listen O Flouds; black Night upon you dwell,
Thick Darkness still enwrap you; may you swell

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Only with Grief; may ye to every thirst
Flow bitter still, and so of all be curst.

And thou unfaithfull, ill-Compacted Pine,
That in her Nuptials didst refuse to shine,
Blaze in her Pile. Whiles thus her death I weep
Swim down my murmuring Lute; move thou the deep
Into soft numbers, as thou passest by,
And make her Fate become her Elegy.