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What means this stately TABLATURE,
The Ballance of thy streins?
Which seems in stead of sifting pure
T'extend and Rack thy veins:
Thy Odes first their owne Harmonie did break,
For Singing 'troth is but in Tune to Speak.

II

Nor thus thy Golden Feet and Wings
May it be thought false Harmonie
T'Ascend to Heav'n by Silver Strings,
This is Urania's Heraldrie;
Thy Royal Poem now we may extol,
And truely, Luna blazon'd upon Sol.

III

As when Amphion first did Call
Each list'ning Stone from's Den,
And with the Lute did form the Wall,
But with his Words, the Men;
So in their twisted Numbers now you thus
Not onely Stocks perswade, but Ravish us.

IV

Thus do your Ayres Eccho o're
The Notes and Anthemes of the Spheres,
And their whole Consort back restore,
As if Earth too would bless Heavens Ears:
But yet the Spoakes on which they scal'd so High
Gamble hath wisely laid of UT, RE, MI.

Richard Lovelace.

On the Excellent Poems of Tho. Stanley, Esq; Composed by Mr. JOHN GAMBLE.

VVrapt in like Numbers (could th'husht world but hear
Th'above abstracted Harmonie) Such Words
Th'Octave Intelligence sings to his Sphear,
When all th'Astonomers trembling Lines turn Chords.

Thus the Mean Quire of Movers roul in Tone
Their Crystal Tenor-Orbs to the Concent,
This Base the Gammut Heaven of the Moon
Ecchoes the G-Sol-Re-UT Firmament.

Like which the nobler Poesie consignes
Love Heat, and Beauty beams to Touch and Sight;
Now strung with Rapsodie, th'Harmonious Lines
Have taught the Ear burn, and admire what's bright.

As if the King of Song had tun'd his Rayes,
Make Souls turn Kindred Numbers, and reply
Transport and Rapture, as th'untoucht Chord playes,
Who moves the Diapason Sympathy.

And all the Muses Hover in each Aire,
Aire that they breath; Muses not yet concern'd
In Poesie by that name (though Nine were there)
Not from the Poem, but the Musick learn'd.

For when they were but Girles, could yet not spel
Their A-re Alphabet, they could talk Rime,
And Tales of Love, and right scann'd Fancies tel,
Though not with Fingers, but with Feet kept Time.

Till they from untaught Strokes, and us'd to Twang
O're all the Fathers sleeping untun'd Lyre,
Began to wonder what it was he Sang,
So by degrees Consorted into Quire.

Clio, Urania, had no name beside
Th'God-father gave at the Fount Hippocrene
Muse, the addition of Maturer pride
Inur'd like State noyse Princess and the Queen.

But since the god assents, both Artists treat
Th'Hils royal Parcener, thus She do's chuse
Both Favourites Consorts to the lawful Sheet,
Ore as She's Clio, th'other as the Muse.

Jo. Redmayne.

To my much honored Cozen Mr. Stanley, Upon his Poems set by Mr. JOHN GAMBLE.

I

Enough, Enough, of Orbs and Spheres,
Reach me a Trumpet or a Drum,
To sound sharp Synnets in your Ears,
And Beat a Deep Encomium.

II

I know not th'Eight Intelligence;
Those that do understand it, Pray
Let them step thither, and from thence
Speak what they all do Sing or Say:

III

Nor what your Diapasons are,
Your Sympathies and Symphonies;
To me they seem as distant farre
As whence they take their Infant rise.

IV

But I've a grateful Heart can ring
A peale of Ordnance to your praise,
And Volleys of small Plaudits bring
To Clowd a Crown about your Baies.

V

Though Lawrel is thought Thunder-free,
That Storms and Lightning Disallows,
Yet Cæsar thorough Fire and Sea
Snatcht her to twist his Conquering Brows.

VI

And now me thinks like him you stand
I'th' head of all the Poets Hoast,
Whilest with your Words you do Command,
They silent do their Duty Boast.

VII

Which done, the Army Ecchoes o're
Like Gamble Ios One and all,
And in their various Notes implore
Long live our noble Generall.

B[illeg.] P[illeg.]st[illeg.]

On Mr. Gamble's Composing of Mr. Stanley's Incomparable ODES.

Sure when this Lyre was touch'd, fit Words
Did Dance in Order to the Chords;
And Lines in Harmonie thus strung
Rise sprightly Cap'ring on the Tongue;
We that but read with hoarser Throates,
Do yet disturb them into Notes;
And who Repeats, unwitting Sings,
As Ecchoes rise from Jangled Strings:
So Theban Walls by Batt'ries soone
As Shaken, totter into Tune;
And Instruments that Scrued stand,
Sound, Struck by an unwilling Hand:
So a but peradventure Fall
Awakes the sleeping Harpsychall,
VVhich since the Artist ang'red last
Lay lull'd in its own Musick fast.

Here's no disordring the fair Mind,
Unruly matter up to bind,
Until the too much forced Zones
Snapt, Knit in short Ellisions;
No Crowded words in Huddle meet,
That shuffle on un-even Feet,
And strugling labour in their Pains,
As if the Verse were pac'd in Chains.

The very Syllables as Clear
Pass'd (as their Ayres now) through the Ear;
And He that made the Essence whole,
Cannot distinguish which is Soule,
VVhere one informs the other, They
So mixe in their Unbodyed Play.

Eldred Revet.

To his Friend THOMAS STANLEY, Esq; On his ODES Set and Published By Mr. JOHN GAMBLE.

Stanley the Darling of Apollo, you
That make at once both Verse and Musick too;
So sweet a Master of so sweet a Muse,
Whom not to name with honour, were t'abuse.
How your words flow! How sweetly do they Chyme,
VVhen your pure Couplets do imbrace in Ryme!
How quick, how lovely, and how full of Sence
Your Fancie is, and all that springs from thence!
VVhich Gamble has enliv'ned by his Art,
And breath'd an Active Soul through every part:
And so deduc'd your Mind to us, that we
May feast our Ears and Souls with raritie.
How much to You, how much to Him we owe,
VVe can conceive, but cannot make you know;
Nor have we thanks proportion'd to your worth,
You that did make, and He that set them forth,
In such a lively Dress too, VVe admire
VVhat we cann't praise, what we cann't do, Desire;
And therefore turn our praises into prayers,
That You'l make more such Odes, He more such Ayres.

Alexander Broome.

On my Friend Mr. JOHN GAMBLE His excellent Composition of the Songs and Dialogues of THOMAS STANLEY, Esq

Man is Compos'd of Harmonie, each Sense
Moves by a Sphericall Intelligence;
Such as have small Skill in Articulate Notes,
Yet, as their Ears do like, can give their Votes;
And by that Judgement I am led (my Friend)
On thy Just Merits some few Lines to spend:
Here, thou hast play'd the Cunning Chymist, fixt
Mercurial-Notes to Words, so aptly mixt,
So wedded to each Accent, Sense, and Feet;
They like two Bodies in one Center meet:
The Elements of Fire and Air here kiss,
Without Confusion, by Hypothesis,
Unto the Muses Lamp thou addest Oyle,
By thy Elaborate-Skill, Ingenious Toyl:
Plato by Numbers Mounted Heaven, and Wee
Have no less Ladder thus Inspir'd by Thee;
Wee that have Souls! no undigested Stuff,
Like th'Dunghill-Cock that Struts after Sr --- Buff;
Let such imbrace their Chaos, with it sink,
Discord to them's as good as Meat and Drink;
While Wee Three Regions 'bove Them sit, and Praise
Thy Concord in these Snarling-Dogged-daies.

Jo. Tatham.

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The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.

1. The Return.

[I]

Beauty whose soft Magnetick chains
Nor time not absence can untie,
Thy power the narrow bounds disdains
Of Nature or Philosophie;
That canst by unconfined Laws,
A motion, though at distance, cause.

II

Drawn by the powerful Influence
Of thy bright eyes, I back return:
And since I no where can dispence
With flames which do in absence burn,
I rather choose 'twixt them t'expire,
Then languish in a hidden fire.

III

But if thou the insulting pride
Of vulgar beauties dost despise,
Who by vain triumphs Deifide
Their votaries do sacrifice,
Then let those flames, whose magick charm
At distance scorch'd, aproch'd, but warm.

1. The Answer.

[I]

Beauty thy harsh imperious chains,
As a scorn'd weight I here un-tie;
Since thy proud Empire those disdains,
Of reason or Philosophy:
That wouldst within Tyranick laws,
Confine the power of each free Cause.

II

Forc'd by the powerful Influence
Of thy disdain, I back return;
Thus with those flames I do dispence,
Which though they would not, light did burn,
And rather will through cold expire,
Then languish in a frozen fire.

III

But whilest I the insulting pride
Of thy vain beauty do despise,
Who gladly would be Deifide
By making me thy sacrifice:
May Love thy Heart, which is his Charm,
Approch'd, seem'd cold; at distance, warm.

(3) The Tombe.

[I]

When, cruel Fair one, I am slain,
By thy disdain;
And, as a Trophy of thy scorn,
To some old tombe am born;
Thy fetters must their power bequeath
To those of death;
Nor can thy flame immortal burn,
Like monumental fires within an urn;
Thus freed from thy proud Empire, I shall prove,
There is more liberty in Death then Love.

II

And when forsaken Lovers come
To see my tombe,
Take heed thou mix not with the croud,
And (as a Victor) proud
To view the spoils thy beauty made
Press near my shade,
Lest thy too cruel breath or name
Should fan my ashes back into a flame,
And thou, devour'd by this revengeful fire,
His sacrifice, who dy'd as thine, expire.

III

But if cold Earth, or Marble must
Conceal my dust,
Whilst hid in some dark ruines, I
Dumb and forgotten lie,
The pride of all thy victorie
Will sleep with me;
And they who should attest thy Glory,
Will, or forget, or not believe this story:
Then to encrease thy Triumph, let me rest,
Since by thine Eye slain, buried in thy Brest.

(4) Celinda, by what potent Art

[I]

Celinda, by what potent Art,
Or unresisted charm,
Dost thou thine ear and frozen heart
Against my passion arm;
Or by what hidden influence,
Of powers in one combin'd,
Dost thou rob love of either sense,
Made deaf as wel as blind.

II

Sure thou as friends united hast
Two distant Deities
And Scorn within thy Heart hast plac'd
And Love within thine Eyes.
Or those soft Fetters of thy Hair
A bondage that disdains
All Liberty, doth guard thy Ear
Free from all other chains.

The Close.

Then my Complaint, how canst thou hear;
Or I this passion fly;
Since thou imprison'd hast thine ear,
And not confin'd thine eye.

(5) When I lie burning in thine eye

[I]

VVhen I lie burning in thine eye,
Or freezing in thy brest,
What Martyrs in wish'd flames that die,
Are half so pleas'd or blest?
When thy soft accents through mine ear,
Into my soul do fly;
What Angel would not quit his sphere,
To hear such harmony?

II

Or when the kiss thou gav'st me last
My soul stole in its breath,
What life would sooner be embrac'd
Then so desir'd a death?
When I commanded am by thee,
Or by thine eyes or hand;
What Monarch would not prouder be
To serve, then to command.

The Close.

Then think no freedome I desire,
Or would my fetters leave,
Since Phenix-like I from this fire
Both life and youth receive.

(6) Favonius, the milder breath o'th Spring

[I]

Fatonius , the milder breath o'th Spring,
When proudly bearing on his softer wing,
Rich Odors, which from the Panchean Groves,
He steales, as by the Phenix pyre he moves,
Profusely doth his sweeter theft dispence
To the next Roses blushing innocence;
But from the grateful flower a richer sent
He back receives then he unto it lent.

II

Then laden with his odours richest store,
He to thy breath hasts, to which these are pore;
Which whil'st he sportively to steale essaies,
He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee plaies.
And sometimes coo ing thy soft cheek doth lie,
And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye;
Drawne in at last by that breath we implore,
He back returns, far sweeter then before.

The Close.

And rich by being rob'd,
In Thee he sinds,
The burning sweets of Pyres,
The cool of Winds.

(7) So fair Aurora

[I]

So fair Aurora doth her self discover,
Asham'd oth' aged bed of her cold Lover,
In modest blushes, whilst the treacherous light
Betrays her early shame to the worlds sight.
Such a bright colour doth the morning rose diffuse,
When she her soft self doth disclose
Half drown'd in dew, whilest on each leaf a tear
Of night doth like a dissolv'd pearl appear.

II

Yet 'twere in vaine a colour out to seek
To parallell my Chariessa's Cheek,
Lesse are conferd with greater, and these seem
To blush like her, not she to blush like them.
But whence faire Soule this passion what pretence
Had guilt to staine thy spotlesse innocence;
Those onely this feele who have guilty been,
Nor any blushes know but who know sin.

The Close.

Then blush no more, but let thy chaster flame
That knows no cause know no effects of shame.

(8) On this swelling bank once proud

[I]

On this swelling bank once proud,
Of its burden Doris lay;
Here she smil'd and did uncloud
Those bright Suns eclipse the day;
Here we sate, and with kind Art
Shee about mee twin'd her Armes,
Clasp't in hers my hand and heart
Fetter'd in those pleasing charmes.

II

Hear my Love and Joys she crown'd,
Whilest the hours stood still before me,
With a killing glance did wound,
And a melting kiss restore me.
On the down of either brest,
Whilest with joy my soul retir'd,
My reclining head did rest,
Till her lips new life inspir'd.

The Close.

Thus renewing of these sights,
Doth with griefe and pleasure fill me,
And the thought of these delights,
Both at once revive and kill me.

(9) I prethee let my heart alone

[I]

I prethee let my heart alone,
Since now 'tis rais'd above thee;
Not all the beauty thou dost own
Again can make me love thee.
He that was shipwrackt once before by such a Syrens call,
And yet neglects to shun the shore,
Deserves his second fall.

II

Each flatt'ring kiss, each tempting smile
Thou dost in vain bestow,
Some other Lovers might beguile
Who not thy falshood know.
But I am proof against all art,
No vows shall ere perswade me
Twise to present a wounded heart
To her that hath betray'd me.

The Close.

Could I again be brought to love
Thy form, though more di-vine,
I might thy scorn as justly move,
As now thou suffer'st mine.

(10) Love what tyranick laws must they obey

[I]

Love what tyranick laws must they obey,
Who bow beneath thy uncontrolled sway;
Or how unjust will that harsh Empire prove,
Forbids to hope, and yet commands to love:
Must all are to thy hell condemn'd
Sustain a double torture of despair and pain;
Is't not enough vainly to hope and woo,
That thou shouldst thus deny that vain hope too.

II

It were some hope Ixion-like to fold
The empty air, or feed on thoughts that's cold:
But if thou to my passion this deny,
Thou mayst be starv'd to death as well as I.
For how can thy pale sickly flame burn clere,
When death and old despair inhabit here?
Then let thy dim heat warm, or else expire;
Dissolve this frost, or let that quench the fire.

The Close.

Thus let me not desire, or else possess;
Neither or both are equal hapiness.

(11) Delay?

[I]

Delay? Alas there cannot be to Love a greater tyrannie: those cruel beauties that have slain
Their Votaries by their disdain,
Or studied torments sharp and witty,
Will be recorded for their pity,
And after-ages be misled
To think them blind, when this is spred.

II

Of deaths the speedyest is Despair,
Delays the slowest torments are:
Thy cruelty at once destoys
But expectation starves my joys:
Time and Delay, may bring me past
The power of Love to cure, at last;
And shouldst thou wish to ease my pain,
Thy pity might be lent in vain.

The Close.

Or if thou hast decreed that I
Must be beneath thy cruelty:
Oh kill me soon, thou wilt express
More mercy ev'n in shewing less.

(12) Prethee trouble me no more

[I]

Prethee trouble me no more;
I will drink, bee mad, and rore:
Alcmæ'on and Orestes grew
Mad, when they their Mothers slew:
But I no man having kill'd
Am with hurtlesse fury fill'd;

II

Hercules with madnesse strook;
Bent his Bow, his Quiver shook;
Ajax mad, did fiercely wield
Hectors Sword, and graspt his Shield:
I nor Spear nor Target have,
But this Cup (my weapon) wave:

The Close.

Crown'd with roses, thus for more
Wine I call, drink, dance, and rore.

(13) Roses (Loves delight)

[I]

Roses (Loves delight) let's joyn
To the red cheek'd God of Wine:
Roses crown us, while we laugh,
And the juyce of Autumn quaff:
Roses of all Flowers the King;
Roses the fresh pride oth' spring:

II

Joy of every Deitie;
Love, when with the graces he
For the Ball himself disposes,
Crowns his golden hair with Roses.
Circling then with these our brow
We'l to Bacchus Temple go:

The Close.

There some willing Beauty lead,
And a youthful measure tread.

(14) Foolish Lover go and seek

[I]

Foolish Lover go and seek
For the Damask of the Rose,
Or the Lillies white dispose,
To adorn thy Mistris cheek;
Steal some star out of the sky,
Rob the Phenix, and the East
Of her wealthy sweets devest,
To enrich her Freth or eye.

II

We thy borrow'd pride despise
For this wine to which we are
Votaries, is richer far
Then her cheeks, or breth, or eyes:
And should that coy fair one view
These diviner beauties, she
In these flames would rival thee,
And be taught to love thee too.

III

Come then break thy wanton chain,
That when this brisk wine hath spred
On thy paler cheek a red,
Thou like us mayst love disdain:
Love, thy power must yeeld to wine;
And whilest thus our selves we arm,
Boldly we defie thy charm,
For these flames distinguish thine.

(15) Dear, back my wounded heart restore

[I]

Dear, back my wounded heart restore,
And turn away thy powerful eyes;
Flatter my willing Soul no more,
Love cannot hope what Fate denies;
Take away thy smiles and kisses;
Thy Love wounds deeper then disdain,
For he that sees the heaven he misses,
Sustains two hels of loss and pain.

II

Shouldst thou some others suit prefer,
I might return thy scorn to thee,
And learn Apostasie of her
Who taught me first Idolatrie.
Or in thy unrelenting breast
Should I disdain or coyness move,
He by thy hate might be releas'd,
Who now is prisoner to thy love.

III

Since then unkind Fate will divorce
Those whom Affection long united,
Be thou as cruel as this force,
And I in death shall be delighted.
Thus whilest so many Suppliants woe
And beg, they may thy pity prove,
I only for thy scorn do sue,
'Tis charity here not to love.

(16) Since Fate commands me hence

[I]

Since Fate commands me hence, and I
Must leave my soul with thee, and die
Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall
A tear to crown my Funeral,
That I may tell my grieved heart,
Thou art unwilling we should part;
And Martyrs that embrace the fire
Shall with less joy then I expire.

II

With this last kiss I will bequeath
My soul transfus'd into thy breath;
Whose active heat shal gently slide
Into my breast, and there reside:
And may in spight of Fate thus blest
Be in this death of heaven possest:
Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see
Love hath more power then Destinie.

(17 Song.) Chide, chide no more

[I]

Chide, chide no more; Away,
The fleeting daughters of the day;
Nor with impatient thoughts out-run
The lazie Sun,
Nor think the hours do move to flow delay is kind,

And we too soon shall find,
That which we seek, yet fear to find.

II

The mystick dark decrees
Unfold not of the Destinies,
Nor boldly seek to antedate
The Laws of Fate:
Thy anxious search a while forbear,
Suppress thy hast,
And know that time at last
Will crown thy hope, or fix thy fear.

(Song 18.) Fool take up thy shaft again

[I]

Fool take up thy shaft again,
If thy store
Thou profusely spend in vain;
Who can furnish thee with more?
Throw not then away thy darts,
On impenetrable hearts.

II

Think not thy pale flame can warm
Into tears,
Or dissolve the snowy charm
Which her frozen bosom wears,
That expos'd unmelted lies
To the bright suns of her eyes.

III

But since thou thy power hast lost,
Nor canst fire
Kindle in that breast, whose frost
Doth these flames in mine inspire,
Nor to thee but Her I'l she,
That disdains both me and you.

(19) Though when I lov'd thee

I

Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair,
Thou art no longer so;
Those glories all the pride they wear
Unto opinion owe;
Beauties, like stars in borrow'd lustre shine,
And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.

II

The flames that dwelt within thine eye,
Do now, with mine, expire;
Thy brightest Graces fade and die
At once with my desire;
Loves fires thus mutual influence return,
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.

III

Then (proud Celinda) hope no more
To be implor'd or woo'd;
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore
The wealth my love bestow'd;
And thy despis'd Disdain too late shall find
That none are fair but who are kind.

(Song 20.) When dearest Beauty thou shalt pay

[I]

When dearest Beauty thou shalt pay
Thy fith and my vain hope away,
To some dull Soul that cannot prize or know

The worth of that thou dost bestow;
Least with thy sighes and tears I might
Disturb thy unconfin'd delight;
To some dark shade I will retire
And there forgot by all, expire.

II

Thus whilst the diffierence thou shalt prove,
Betwixt a feign'd and real Love,
Whilst he, more happy, but less true,
Shall reap those joyes I did pursue,
And with those pleasures crowned be
By Fate, which Love design'd for me
Then thou perhaps thy self wilt find
Cruel too long, or too soon kind.

(Song 21.) Think not pale Lover

[I]

Think not pale Lover he who dies
Burnt in the flames of Celias eyes,
Is unto Love a sacrifice.

II

Or by the merit of this pain
Thou shalt the crown of Martyrs gain
Those hopes are as thy passion vain.

III

For when by death from these flames free
To greater thou condemn'd shalt be,
And punisht for Idolatrie.

IV

Since thou Loves Votary before,
Whilst she was kind dost him no more
But in his shrine disdain adore.

V

Nor will this fire the gods prepare
To punish scorn that Cruel fair
Thou now from flames exempted spare.

VI

But as together both shal die,
Both burnt alike in flames shal lie,
She in thy heart, thou in her eye.

(22) Torment of absence and delay

[I]

Torment of absence and delay,
That thus afflicts my memorie,
Why dost thou kill me every day,
Yet will not give me leave to die:
Why dost thou suffer me to live?
All hope of life in life denying;
Or to my patience tortures give,
Never to die, yet ever dying.

II

To fair Narcissa's brighter eyes,
I was by Loves instruction guided,
A happiness I long did prize,
But now am from their light divided.
Favours and gifts my Suit obtain'd,
But envyous Fate would now destroy them;
Which if to lose I only gain'd,
What greater pain then to enjoy them.

Song 23. I will not trust thy tempting graces

I

I will not trust thy tempting graces,
Or thy deceitfull charms;
Nor pris'ner be to thy embraces,
Or fetter'd in thy arms;
No Celia, no, not all thy art
Can wound or captivate my heart.

II

I will not gaze upon thy Eyes,
Or wanton with thy Hair,
Lest those should burn me by surprize,
Or these my soul ensnare:
Nor with those smiling dangers play,
Or fool my liberty away.

III

Since then my wary heart is free,
And unconfin'd as thine,
If thou wouldst mine should captive be,
Thou must thine own resigne,
And gratitude may thus move more
Then Love or Beauty could before.

[24.] You that unto your Mistress eyes

[I]

You that unto your Mistress eyes
Your hearts do sacrifice,
And offer sighs or tears at Loves rich shrine,
Renounce with me
Th'Idolatrie,
Nor this infernal power esteem divine.

II

The Brand, the Quiver, and the Bow,
Which we did first bestow,
And he as tribute wears from every Lover,
I back again
From him have tane,
And the Impostor now unvail'd discover.

III

I can the feeble childe disarm,
Unty his mystick charm,
Devest him of his Wings, and break his Arrow,
We will obey
No more his sway,
Nor live confin'd to laws or bounds so narrow.

IV

And you bright Beauties that inspire
The boys pa'e torch with fire.
We safely now your subtil power despise,
And (unscorch'd) may
Like Atoms play,
And wanton in the sun-shine of your eyes.

V

Nor think hereafter by new arts
You can bewitch our hearts,
Or raise this Devil by your pleasing charm;
We will no more
His power implore,
Unless like Indians, that he do no harm.

[25.] You earthly Souls

I

You earthly Souls that court a wanton flame,
Whose pale weak influence
Can rise no higher then the humble name
& narrow laws of Sense,
Learn by our friendship to create
An imaterial fire,
Whose brightness Angels may admire,
But cannot emulate.

II

Sickness may fright the roses from her cheek,
Or make the Lillies fade,
But all the subtil wayes that death doth seek
Cannot my love invade:
Flames that are kindled by the eye,
Through time and age expire;
But ours that boast a reach far higher
Cannot decay, nor die.

III

For when we must resigne our vital breath,
Our Loves by Fate benighted,
We by this friendship shall survive in death,
Even in divorce united.
Weak Love through fortune or distrust
In time forgets to burn,
But this pursues us to the Urn,
And marries either's dust.

Song 26. See how this Violet which before

I

See how this Violet which before
Hung sullenly her drooping head,
As angry at the ground that bore
The purple treasure which she spred,
Doth smilingly erected grow,
Transplanted to those hils of snow.

II

And whilest the pillows of thy breast
Do her reclining head sustain,
She swels with pride to be so blest,
And doth all others flowers disdain;
Yet weeps that dew which kift her last,
To see her odours so surpast.

III

Poor flower, how far deceiv'd thou wert,
To think the riches of the morn,
Or all the sweets she can impart,
Could these or sweeten, or adorn,
Since thou from them dost borrow sent,
And they to thee lend ornament.

Song 27. Why thy passion should it move

I

VVhy thy passion should it move,
That I wisht thy Beauty less?
Fools desire what is above
Power of nature to express,
And to wish it had been more,
Had been to outwish her store.

II

If the flames within thine eye
Did not too great heat inspire,
Men might languish, yet not dye,
At thy less ungentle fire,
And might on thy weaker light
Gaze, and yet not lose their sight.

III

Nor wouldst thou less fair appear,
For detraction adds to thee;
If some parts less beauteous were,
Others would much fairer be:
Nor can any part we know
Best be styl'd, when all are so.

IV

Thus this great excess of light
Which now dazels our weak eyes,
Would eclips'd, appear more bright,
And the only way to rise;
Or to be more fair then thee
Celia, is less fair to bee.

Song 28. Ask the Empress of the night

I

Ask the Empress of the night,
How that hand which guides her sphere,
Constant in unconstant light,
Taught the waves her yoke to bear:
And did thus by loving force
Curb or tame the rude Seas course.

II

Ask the female Palm how she
First did wooe her Husbands love;
And the Magnetick, ask how she
Doth the obsequious Iron move:
Waters, Plants, and Stones know this,
That they love, not what Love is.

III

Be not thou less kind then those,
Or from Love exempt alone;
Let us twine like amorous Trees,
And like Rivers melt in one;
Or if thou more cruel prove,
Learn of Steel and Stone to love.

Song 29. Dear urge no more the killing

I

Dear urge no more the killing
Cause of our divorce;
Love is not fetter'd by such laws,
Nor bows to any force
Though thou deniest I should be thine,
Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine.

II

Oh rather frown away my breath
With thy disdain,
Or flatter me with smiles to death;
By joy or sorrow slain,
'Tis less crime to be kill'd by thee,
Then I thus cause of mine own death should be.

III

Thy self of beauty to devest
And me of love,
Or from the worth of thine own breast
Thus to detract, would prove
In us a blindness, and in thee
At best a sacrilegious modestie.

IV

But (Celia) if thou wilt despise
What all admire,
Nor rate thy self at the just price
Of beauty or desire.
Yet meet thy flames, and thou shalt see
That equal love knows no disparitie.

Song 25. Not that by this disdain

I

Not that by this disdain
I am releas'd,
And freed from thy tyrannick chain,
Do I my self think blest;
Nor that thy flame shall burn
No more for know,
That I shall into ashes turn,
Before this fire doth so.

II

Nor yet that unconfin'd
I now may rove,
And with new beauties please my mind;
But that thou ne'r didst love:
For since thou hast no part
Felt of this flame,
I only from thy tyrant heart
Repuls'd, not banish'd am.

III

To loose what once was mine
Would grieve me more
Then those inconstant sweets of thine
Had pleas'd my soul before.
Now I have not lost the bliss
I ne'r possest;
In spight of Fate am blest in this,
That I was never blest.

Song 31. When deceitful Lovers lay

I

VVhen deceitful Lovers lay
At thy feet, their suppliant hearts
And their snares spread to betray
Thy best treasure with their arts,
Credit not their flatt'ring vows,
Love such perjury allows.

II

When they with their choycest wealth
Nature boasts of, have possest thee;
When with flowers their verses stealth,
Stars to Jewels doth devest thee:
Trust not to their borrow'd store,
'Tis but lent to make thee poor.

III

When with Poems they invade thee,
Sigh thy praises, or disdain;
When they weep, and would perswade thee
That their flames beget that rain:
Let thy breast no bates let in,
Mercy's only here a sin.

IV

Let no tears or offrings move thee,
At those cunning charms avoyd,
For that wealth for which they love thee
They would slight, if once enjoy'd:
Guard thy unrelenting mind,
None are cruel, but the kind.

[32.] He whose active thoughts disdain

I

He whose active thoughts disdain
To be captive to one foe,
And would break his single chain,
Or else more would undergoe;
Let him learn the art of me,
By new bondage to be free.

II

What tyrannick Mistress dare
To one beauty love confine?
Who unbounded as the aire
All may court but none decline:
Why should we the Heart deny
As many objects as the Eye?

III

Wheresoe're I turn or move
A new passion doth detaine me:
Those kind beauties that do love,
Or those proud ones that disdain me;
This frown melts, and that smile burns me;
This to tears, that ashes turns me.

IV

Soft fresh Virgins not full blown,
With their youthful sweetness take me;
Sober Matrons that have known
Long since what these prove, awake me:
Here staid coldness I admire,
There the lively active fire.

V

She that doth by skill dispence
Every favour she bestows,
Or the harmless innocence
Which nor Court nor City knows,
Both alike my soul enflame,
That wilde beauty, and this tame.

VI

She that wisely can adorn
Nature with the wealth of Art,
Or whose rural sweets do scorn
Borrow'd helps to take a heart,
The vain care of that's my pleasure,
Poverty of this my treasure.

VII

Both the wanton and the coy
Me with equal pleasures move;
She whom I by force enjoy,
Or who forceth me to love;
This because she'l not confess,
That not hide her happiness,

VIII

She whose loosly flowing hair,
Scatter'd like the beams o'th' Morn,
Playing with the sportive air,
Hides the sweets it doth adorn,
Captive in that net restrains me,
In those golden fetters chains me.

IX

Nor doth she with power less bright
My divided heart invade,
Whose soft tresses spread like Night,
O're her shoulders a black shade;
For the star-light of her eyes
Brighter shines through those dark Skies.

X

Black, or fair, or tall, or low,
I alike with all can sport;
The bold sprightly Thais woo,
Or the frozen vestall court;
Every beauty takes my mind,
Tied to all, to none confin'd.

Song 33. No, I will sooner trust the wind

I

No, I will sooner trust the wind,
When falsly kind
It courts the pregnant Sails into a storm,
And when the smiling waves perswade
Be willingly betray'd,
Then thy deceitfull Vows or Form.

II

Go and beguile some easie heart
With thy vain art;
Thy smiles and kisses on those foo's bestow,
Who only see the Calms that sleep
On this smooth flatt'ring Deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.

III

They that like me thy falshood prove,
Will scorn thy Love.
Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine,
But He that as thy sacrifice
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own Martyr, and not thine.

[34.] Such icy kisses Anchorites that live

I

Such icy kisses Anchorites that live
Secluded from the world to dead sculs give,
And these cold Maids on whom Love never spent
His flame, nor know what by desire is meant
To their expiring fathers, such bequeath,
Snatching their fleeting spirits in that breath,
The timerous Priest doth with such fear and nice
Devotion touch the holy Sacrifice.

II

Fie Chariessa, whence so chang'd of late,
As to become in love a reprobate?
Quit, quit this dulness, Fairest, and make known
A flame unto me, equal with my own:
Shake off this frost for shame, that dwels upon
Thy lip, or if it will not so be gone,
Let's once more joyn our lip, and thou shalt see
That by the flame of mine 'twill melted be.

[35.] That I might ever dream thus

I

That I might ever dream thus, that some power
To my eternal sleep would joyn this hour,
So willingly deceiv'd I might possess
In seeming joys a real happiness:
Death, I would gladly bow beneath thy charms,
If thou couldst bring my Doris to my arms;
That thus at last made happy I might prove
In life the hell, in death the heaven of love.

II

Hast not away so soon, mock not my joys
With the delusive sight, or empty noyse
Of happiness; Oh do not dissipate
A pleasure thou so lately didst create.
Shadows of life or death do such bliss give,
That 'tis an equal curse to wake or live;
Stay then kind sleep, be ever here confin'd;
Or if thou wilt away, leave her behind.

[36.] Roses in breathing forth their sent

I

Roses in breathing forth their sent,
Or stars their borrowed ornament;
Nymphs in the watery sphere that move,
Or Angels in their orbs above;
The winged chariot of the light,
Or the slow silent wheels of night;
The shade which from the swifter Sun,
Doth in a circular motion run;
Or souls that their eternal Rest do keep,
Make far less noise then Cælia's Breath in sleep.

II

But if the Angel which inspires
This subtle flame with active fires,
Should mould this breath to words, and those
Into a harmony dispose;
The musick of this heavenly sphear
Would steal each soul out at the ear,
And into plants and stones infuse
A life that Cherubins would chuse;
And with new powers invert the laws of Fate,
Kill those that live, and dead things animate.

[37.] Rebellious fools that scorn to bow

I

Rebellious fools that scorn to bow
Beneath Loves easie sway,
Whose stubborn wills no laws allow,
Disdaining to obey,
Mark but this wreath of hair and you shall see,
None that might wear such fetters would be free.

II

I once could boast a soul like you
As unconfin'd as air;
But mine, which force could not subdue,
Was caught within this snare;
And (by my self betray'd) I for this gold,
A heart that many storms withstood, have sold.

III

No longer now wise Art enquire
(With this vain search delighted)
How souls that humane breasts inspire
Are to their frames united;
Material chains such spirits well may bind,
When this soft braid can tie both Arm and Mind.

IV

Now (Beauties) I defie your charm,
Rul'd by more powerful Art,
This mystick wreath which crowns my Arm,
Defends my vanquisht Heart;
And I, subdu'd by one more fair, shall be
Secur'd from Conquest by Captivity.

[38.] Yet ere I go

I

Yet ere I go,
Disdainful Beauty thou shalt be
So wretched, as to know
What joys thou fling'st away with me.
A Faith so bright
As Time or Fortune could not rust;
So firm that Lovers might
Have read thy story in my dust.
And crown'd thy name
With Laurel verdant as thy Youth,
Whil'st the shril voyce of Fame
Spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth.

II

This thou hast lost;
For all true Lovers, when they find
That my just aims were crost,
Will speak thee lighter then the wind.
And none will lay
Any oblation on thy shrine,
But such as would betray
Thy faith, to faiths as false as thine.
Yet if thou chuse
On such thy freedome to bestow,
Affection may excuse,
For love from Sympathy doth flow.

[39.] Cast off for shame ungentle maid

I

Cast off for shame ungentle maid
That misbecoming joy thou wear'st;
For in my Death (though long delay'd)
Unwisely cruel thou appear'st.
Insult o're Captives with disdain,
Thou canst not triumph or'e the slain.

II

No, I am now no longer thine,
Nor canst thou take delight to see
Him whom thy love did once confine
Set, though by Death, at Liberty:
For if my fall a smile beget,
Thou gloriest in thy own defeat.

III

Behold how thy unthrifty pride
Hath murtherd him that did maintain it;
And wary Souls who never tride
Thy Tyrant Beauty, will disdain it:
But I am softer, and that me
Thou wouldst not pity, pity thee.

[40.] Wert thou by all affections sought

I

Wert thou by all affections sought,
& fairer then thou wouldst be thought,
Or had thine eyes as many Darts
As thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts,
Yet if thy Love were payd to me,
I would not offer mine to thee.

II

Ide sooner court a Feavers heat,
Then her that owns a Flame as great;
She that my Love will entertain,
Must meet it with no less disdain.
For mutual fires themselves destroy,
And willing Kisses yield no Joy.

III

I love thee not because alone
Thou canst all Beauty call thine own,
Nor doth my passion fuel seek,
In thy bright Eye, or softer Cheek:
Then Fairest if thou wouldst know why
I love cause thou canst deny.

[41.] Deceiv'd and undeceiv'd

I

Deceiv'd and undeceiv'd to be
At once I seek with equal care,
Wreched in the discovery,
Happy if cozen'd still I were:
Yet certain ill of ill hath less
Then the mistrust of happiness.

II

But if when I have reach'd my aim,
(That which I seek less worthy prove,)
Yet still my love remains the same,
The subject not deserving love;
I can no longer be excus'd
Now more in fault as less abus'd.

III

Then let me flatter my desires,
And doubt what I might know too sure,
He that to cheat himself conspires,
From falshhood doth his faith secure
In Love uncertain to believe
I am deceiv'd, doth undeceive.

IV

For if my Life on Doubt depend,
And in distrust inconstant steer,
If I essay the strife to end
(When Ignorance were Wisdome here;)
All thy attempts how can I blame
To work my Death? I seek the same.

[42.] Men and Maids at time of year

I

Men and Maids at time of year
The ripe clusters joyntly bear
To the Press, but in when thrown
They by men are trod alone,
Who in Bacchus praises join,
Squeeze the Grape, let out the wine:
Oh with what delight they spy
The new must when tunn'd work high!

II

Which if old men freely take,
Their gray heads and heels they shake;
And a young man if he find
Some fair Maid to sleep resign'd,
In the shade, he straight goes to her,
Wakes, and roundly gins to wooe her;
Whilest love slily stealing in
Tempts her to the pleasing sin.

III

Yet she long resists his offers,
Nor will hear what ere he proffers;
Till perceiving that his prayer
Melts into regardless air;
Her, who seemingly restrains,
He by pleasing force constrains:
Wine doth boldness thus dispence,
Teaching young men insolence.

[43.] I must no longer now admire

I

I must no longer now admire
The coldness which possest thy snowy breast,
That can by other flames be set on fire;
Poor Love to harsh disdain betray'd,
Is by ambition thus out-weigh'd.

II

Hadst thou but known the vast extent
Of Constant Faith, how farre
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to Wealth, or Honors vain assent;
No richer Treasure couldst thou find
Then hearts with mutual Chains combin'd.

III

But Love is too despis'd a name,
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties.
Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame;
These unite Souls, whilest true desire
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.

IV

Yet, cruel Fair one, I did aim
With no less justice too,
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud Fortunes claim,
Wealth honours, honours wealth approve,
But Beauty's only meant for Love.

[44.] Love the ripe harvest of my toyls

I

Love the ripe harvest of my toyls
Began to cherish with his smiles,
Preparing me to be indu'd
With all the Joys I long persu'd;
When my fresh hopes, fair and full blown,
Death blasts ere I could ca I my own.

II

Malicious Death, why with rude force
Dost thou my Fair from me divorce?
False life why in this loathen chain
Me from my Fair dost thou detain:
In whom assistance shall I find,
Alike are Life and Death unkind.

III

Pardon me Love, thy power outshines
And laughs at their infirm designes;
She is not wedded to atoombe,
Nor I to sorrow in her Room:
They what thou joynst' can ne'r divide,
She lives in me, in her I dy'd,

[45.] See the Spring her self discloses

I

See the Spring her self discloses,
And the Graces gather roses:
See how the becalmed Seas
Now their swelling waves appease;
How the Duck swims how the Crane
Come's from's Winter Home aganie
See how Titan's Chearrful Raye
Chaseth the dark Clouds a way,

II

Now in their new robes of green
Are the Plough-mens labours seen;
Now the lusty teeming Earth
Springs each hour with a new birth;
Now the Olive blooms; the Vine
Now doth with plump pendants shine,
And with leaves and blossoms now
Freshly bourgeons every bough.

Song 46. Now will I a Lover be

[I]

Now will I a Lover be,
Love himself commanded me;
Full at first of stubborn pride,

To submit my soul deni'd,
He his Quiver takes and Bow,
Bids defiance, forth we goe;
Arm'd with spear and shield we meet,
On he charges, I retreat.

II

Till perceiving in the fight
He had wasted every flight,
Into me, with fury hot,
Like a dart himselfe he shot,
And my cold heart melts my shield
Uselesse, no defence could yeild;
For what boots an outward skreen
When (alas) the fights within?

Song 47. Dear fold me once more in thine Armes

[I]

Dear sold me once more in thine Armes;
And let me know,
Before I goe,
There is no blisse but in those charmes,
By thy faire selfe I sweare,
That here and onely here
I would for ever ever stay,
But cruel Fate calls me away.

II

How swiftly the light minutes slide
The hours that hast
Away thus fast
By envyous flight my stay do chide:
Yet Dear, since I must go,
By this last kiss I vow
By all that sweetness which dwels with thee,
Time shall move slow, till next I see thee.

Song 48. Thine Eyes (bright Saint) disclose

[I]

Thine Eyes (bright Saint) disclose
And thou shalt find,
Dreams have not with illusive showes,
Deceiv'd thy Mind,
What sleep presented to thy view,
Awake and thou shalt find it true

II

Those mortal Wounds I bear
From thee begin,
Which though they outward not appear,
Yet bleed within,
Loves flame like active lightening flyes,
Wounding the Heart, but not the Eyes.

III

But now I yeild to die
Thy sacrifice,
Nor more in vain will hope to flie
From thy bright Eyes;
Their killing Power cannot be shunn'd
Open or clos'd alike they wound.

[49.] Faith 'tis not worth your pains and care

[I]

Faith 'tis not worth your pains and care,
To seek t'inspire
A heart so pure as mine;
Som fools ther be,
Hate libertie,
Whom wth more ease thou mayst confine.

II

Alass! when with much charge thou hast
Brought it at last
Beneath thy power to bow,
It will adore
Some twenty more,
And that perhaps you'ld not allow.

III

No Cloris, I no more will prove
The curse of Love,
And now can boast a heart
Hath learn'd of thee
Inconstancie,
And couzen'd women of their Art.

Song 50. Reach me here that full crown'd Cup

[I]

Reach me here that full crown'd Cup,
And at once I'l drink it up
For my overcharged Breast
Pants for drowth, with care opprest;
Whilest a Chaplet of cool Roses
My distemper'd Brow incloses;
Love I'l drench in Wine;
For these flames alone can his appease.

II

I am sprung of humane seed,
For a lives short race decree'd;
Though I know the way I've gone,
That which is to come's unknown;
Busie thoughts do not disturb me;
What have you to do to curb me?
Come, some Wine and Musick give;
Ere we dye, 'tis fit we live.

Song 51. Oh turn away those cruel Eyes

[I]

Oh turn away those cruel Eyes,
The stars of my undoing.
Or death in such a bright disguise
May tempt a second wooing.

II

Punish their blindly impious pride,
Who dare contemne thy glory;
It was my Fall that deifide
Thy name, and seal'd thy story.

III

Yet no new sufferings can prepare
A higher praise to crown thee;
Though my first death proclaim thee Fair,
My second will unthrone thee.

IV

Lover will doubt thou canst intice
No other for thy fuel,
And if thou burn one Victime twice,
Both think thee poor and cruel.

[52.] Now Love be prais'd

[I]

Now Love be prais'd! that cruel Fair,
Who my poor Heart restrain
Under so many chains,
Hath weav'd a new one for it of her Hair.

II

These threads of Amber us'd to play
With every Courtly wind,
And never were confin'd,
But in a thousand Curls aloud to stray.

III

Cruel each part of her is grown,
Nor less unkind then She
These fetters are to Me,
Which to restrain my Freedome, lose their own.

Song 53. To set my jealous soul at strife

[I]

To set my jealous soul at strife
All things malicio sly agree,
Though sleep of death the Image be,
Dreams are the portraitures of life.

II

I saw when last I clos'd my eyes,
Celinda stoopt t'anothers will,
If specious apprehension kill,
What would the truth without disguise?

III

The joys which I could call my owne
Me thought this Rival did possess,
Like dreams is all my happiness;
Yet dreams themselves allow me none.

[54.] Wrong me no more in thy complaint

I

VVrong me no more in thy complaint,
Blam'd for inconstancy;
I vow'd t'adore the fairest Saint,
Nor chang'd whilst thou wert she:
But if another thee outshine,
Th'inconstancy is onely Thine.

II

To be by such
Blind Fools admir'd
Gives thee but small esteem,
By whom as much
Thou'dst be desir'd
Didst thou less beautious seem:
Sure why they love they know not wel,
Who why they should not cannot tel.

III

Women are by
Themselves bettay'd,
And to their short joys cruel,
Who foolishly
Themselves perswade
Flames can outlast their fuel:
None (though Platonick their pretence)
With Reason love unless by Sence.

IV

And He, by whose
Command to Thee
I did my heart resigne,
Now bids me choose
A Deity
Diviner far then thine:
No power from Love can Beauty sever;
I'me still Loves subject, thine was never.

V

The fairest She
Whom none surpass
To love hath only right,
And such to me
Thy Beauty was
Till one I found more bright:
But 'twere as impious to adore
Thee now, as not to have don't before.

VI

Nor is it just
By rules of Love
Thou should'st deny to quit
A heart that must
Anothers prove
Ev'n in thy right to it:
Must not thy Subjects Captives be
To her who triumphs over Thee?

VII

Cease then in vain
To blot my name
With forg'd Apostasie,
Thine is that stain
Who dar'st to claim
What others ask of Thee:
Of Lovers they are onely true
Who pay their hearts where they are due.

[55.] My sickly breath wasts in a double flame

[I]

My sickly breath wasts in a double flame;
Whilst Love and Death to my poor life lay claime;
The feavour in whose heat I melt
By her that causeth it not felt.

II

Thou who alone
Canst, yet wilt grant no ease;
Why slight'st thou one
To feed a new disease?
Unequal Fair, the heart is thine,
Ah! Why then should the pain be mine.

Song 55. Alas! alas! thou turn'st in vain

[I]

Alass! alass! thou turn'st in vain
Thy beauteous face away,
Which (like young Sorcerers) rais'd a Pain
Above its power to lay.

II

Love moves not as thou turn'st thy look,
But here doth firmly rest;
He long agoe thy Eyes forsook
To revel in my Brest.

III

Thy Power on him why hop'st thou more
Then his on me should be,
The Claim thou lay'st to him is poor
To that he owns from Me.

IV

His substance in my Heart excels,
His shadow in thy Sight;
Fire where it burns more truly dwels,
Then where it scatters light.

[57.] As when some brook flies from it self away

[I]

As when some brook flies from it self away,
The murmuring Christal loosly runs astray.
And as about the verdant plane it windes,
The meadows with a silver ribbon bindes,
Printing a kiss on every Flower she meets,
Loosing her selfe, to fit them with new sweets.

II

To scatter frost upon the Lillies Head,
And Scarlet on the Gilloflower to spread;
So melting sorrow, in the fair disguise
Of humid Stars, flow'd from bright Cloris Eyes,
Which watring every Flower her Cheek discloses,
Melt into Iesmines here there into Roses.

Song 51. I languish in a silent flame

[I]

I languish in a silent flame;
For she to whom my vowes encline
Doth own perfections so divine,
That but to speak where to disclose her Name.

Ff I should say that she the store
Of Natures graces doth comprize,
The Love and wonder of all Eyes,
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?

II

Or though I warily conceal
The Charms her looks and Soul possess;
Should her cruelty express,
And say she smiles at all the Pains we feel,
Among such suppliants as implore
Pity, distributing her Hate
Inexorable ar their Fate:
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?

Song 59. Not always give a melting Kiss

[I]

Not always give a melting Kiss,
And Smiles with pleasing Whispers joyn'd;
Nor alwayes extasi'd with bliss,
About my Neck thy fair Arms wind.

II

The wary Lover learns by measure
To circumscribe his greatest joy;
Lest, what well husbanded yeilds pleasure,
Might by the Repetition cloy.

III

When thrice three Kisses I require,
Give me but two, withhold the other;
Such as cold Virgins to their Sire,
Or chaste Diana gives her Brother.

IV

Then wantonly snatch back thy Lip.
And smoothly as sly fishes glide
Through water, giving me the slip,
Thy self in some dark corner hide.

V

I'le follow Thee with eager haste,
And having caught (as Hawks their prey)
In my victorious Arm held fast
Panting for Breath, bear thee away.

VI

Then thy soft Arms about me twin'd
Thou shalt use all thy skill to please me,
And offer all that was behind
The poor Seven Kisses to appease me.

VII

How much mistaken wilt thou be!
For seven times seven shalt thou pay,
Whilest in my Arms I fetter Thee,
Lest thou once more shouldst get away.

VIII

'Til I at last have made thee swear
By all thy Beauty and my Love,
That thou again the same severe
Revenge for the same Crime wouldst prove.

Song 60. Whilst our joys in wine we raise

[I]

Whilst our joys in wine we raise,
Youthful Bacchus we will praise:
Bacchus dancing did invent;
Bacchus is on songs intent;
Bacchus teacheth Love to court,
And his Mother how to sport;
Gracefull confidence He lends,
He oppressive trouble ends.

II

To the Bowle when we repair
Grief doth vanish into air;
Drink we then, and drown all sorrow;
All our care not knows the morrow;
Life is dark, let's dance and play,
They that will be troubled may;
We our joys with wine will raise,
Youthfull Bacchus we will praise.

Song 61. Tis no Kiss my Fair bestows

[I]

Tis no Kiss my Fair bestows;
Nectar 'tis whence new Life flows;
All the sweets which nimble Bees
In their Ozier Treasuries
With unequall'd Art repose
In one kiss her lips disclose;
These (if I should many take)
Soon would me Immortall make.

II

Rais'd to the divine Abodes,
And the Banquets of the gods.
Be not then too lavish, Fair!
But this heavenly Treasure spare,
'Less thou'lt too Immortal be:
For without thy Companie,
What to me were the Abodes,
Or the Banquets of the gods.

[62.] As in a thousand wanton Curls

I

As in a thousand wanton Curls,
The Vine doth the lov'd Elme imbrace;
As clasping Ivy round the Oak doth twine
To kiss his leavy Face;
So thou about my Neck thy Arms shalt fling,
Joyning to mine thy Breast;
So shal my arms about thy fair Neck cling,
My lips on thine imprest?

II

Ceres nor Bacchus, Care of Life nor Sleep
Shall force me to retire;
But we at once will on each others Lip
Our mutual Souls expire.
Then hand in hand down to th'Elizian Plains
(Crossing the Stygian Lake)
Wee'l through those Fields where Spring eternal reigns
Our pleasing journey take.

III

There their fair Mistresses the Heroes lead,
And their old Loves repeat,
Singing or dancing in a flowry Mead
With Mirtles round beset.
Roses and Violets smile beneath a Skreen
Of ever verdant Bayes;
And gentle Zephyr amorously between
Their leaves untroubled playes.

IV

There constantly the pregnant Earth unplow'd
Her fruitful store supplies:
When We come thither, all the happy Crowd
From their green Thrones will rise.
There thou in place above Iove's numerous Train
Of Mistresses shalt sit;
Hers Hellen, Homer will not his disdain
For Thee, and Me to quit.

Song 63. When I see the young men play

[I]

VVhen I see the young men play,
Young me thinks I am as they,
And my aged thoughts lay'd by,
To the dance, with ioy I fly:
Come a flowry chaplet lend me,
Youth and mirthfull thoughts attend me.

II

Age begon, we'l dance among
Those that young are, and be young:
Bring some Wine Boy, fill about;
You shal see the old Man's stout;
Who can laugh and tipple too,
And be mad as well as you.

Song 64. Now with roses we are crown'd

[I]

Now with roses we are crown'd,
Let our mirth and cups go round,
Whilst a Lass,

Whose hand a spear,
Branchd with Ivy twines doth bear,
With her white feet beats the ground
To the Lutes harmonious sound,

II

Play'd on by some Boy, whose choyce
Skill is heightned by his voyce:
Bright-hair'd Love, with his divine
Mother, and the god of Wine
Will flock hither, glad to see
Old men of their companie.

Song 65. On this verdant Lotus laid

[I]

On this verdant Lotus laid,
Underneath the Myrtles shade,
Let us drink our sorrows dead,
Whilst love plaies the Ganimed.

II

Life like a wheel runs round,
And ere long we underground
(Ta'n by death asunder) must
Molder in forgotten dust.

III

Why then graves should we bedew,
Why the ground with odours strew?
Better whilest alive prepare
Flowers and unguents for our hair.

IV

Come my Fair, and come away,
All our cares behind us lay;
That these pleasures we may know.
Ere we come to those below.

[66.] I yeild, dear Enemy

I yeild, dear Enemy, nor know
How to resist so fair a Foe;
Who would not thy soft yoke sustain,
Or bow beneath thy easy chain,
That with a bondage blest might be,
Which far transcends all liberty?
But since I freely have resign'd
At first assault my willing mind,
Insult not o're my captiv'd heart
With too much tyrannie and art,
Lest by thy scorn thou lose the prize,
Gain'd by the power of thy bright eyes;
And thou this conquest thus shalt prove,
Though got by beauty kept by love.

[67.] Draw neer you Lovers that complain

Draw neer you Lovers that complain
Of Fortune or Disdain,
And to my ashes lend a tear;
Melt the hard marble with your grones,
And soften the relentless Stones.
Whose cold imbraces the sad Subject hide
Of all Loves cruelties, and Beauties pride.
No verse no Epicedium bring,
Nor peaceful Requiem sing,
To charm the terrors of my Herse;
No profane Numbers must flow neer
The sacred silence that dwels here;
Vast griefs are dumb;
Softly, oh softly mourn,
Lest you disturb the peace attends my Urn.

Yet strew upon my dismal Grave,
Such offerings as you have,
Forsaken Cypress and sad Ewe;
For kinder flowers can take no Birth or growth
From such unhappy Earth.
Weep onely o're my Dust, and say, Here lies
To Love and Fate an equal Sacrifice.

Song 68. Go Dear Saint away

Go Dear Saint away,
Snatcht from thy Arms,
By far less pleasing charms,
Then those I did obey:
But if hereafter thou shalt know,
That greife hath kill'd me,
Come, and on my toomb,
Drop drop a tear or two;
Break with thy sighs the silence of my sleep,

And I shall smile in death to see thee weep;
Thy tears may have the power to reinspire
My ashes with new fire,
Or change Thee to some flower,
Which planted 'twixt thy breasts shall grow;
Vail'd in this shape I will,
Dwell with Thee still,
Court, kiss, injoy thee too;
Securely wee'l contain all envyous force,
And thus united be by Deaths divorce.

Song 69. The lazy hours move slow

The lazy hours move slow,
The minutes stay;
Old time with leaden feet doth goe,

And his light wings hath cast away;
The slow pac'd spheres above
Have sure releas'd their guardians, and without help move,
Whilest that the very Angels rest; the numbred sands
That slide through this small glass,
And into minutes time divide, too slow each other do displace;
The tedious wheels of light
No faster chime then that dul shade which waits on night,
For expectation out-runs time: How long Lord must I stay?
How long dwel here?
Oh free me from this loathed clay;

Let me no more these fetters ware;
With far more joy shall I resign my breath;
For to my grieved soul not to die is every minute a new death.

Song 70. When on thy lip my soul I breath

VVhen on thy lip my soul I breath,
Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sense they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love. Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sense;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispense;
Let such in words their minds display,

We in a kiss our mutual thoughts convey;
But since my soul from me doth fly,
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst nor both retain;
For I must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine restore,
Or in exchange let me have thine.
Yet if thou dost return mine own,
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, less kind.

Song 71. The air which thy smooth voyce doth break

The air which thy smooth voyce doth break,
Into my soul like lightning flies,

My life retires whilest thou dost speak,
And thy soft breath its room supplies.
Lost in this pleasing Extasie,
I joyn my trembling lips to thine,
& back receive that life from thee,
Which I so gladly did resign.
Forbear, Platonick fools, t'enquire,
What numbers do the soul compose;
No harmony can life inspire,
But that which from these accents flows.

[72.] Doris, I that could repel

Doris , I that could repel
All those darts about thee dwell,
And had wisely learn'd to fear,
'Cause I saw a foe so near;
I that my deaf ear did arm

'Gainst thy voices powerful charm,
And the lightning of thine eye
Durst (by closing mine) defie,
Cannot this cold snow withstand
From the whiter of thy hand;
Thy deceit hath thus done more
Then thy open force before:
For who could suspect or fear
Treason in a face so clear;
Or the hidden fires descry
Wrapt in this cold outside lie;
Flames might thus involv'd in ice,
The deceiv'd world sacrifice;
Nature, ignorant of this strange antiperistasis,
Would her falling frame admire,
That by snow were set on fire.

[73.] Cast Chariessa, cast that glass away

Cast Chariessa, cast that glass away,
Nor in its Chrystal face thine own survay;
What can be free from Loves imperious laws,
When painted shadows real flames can cause?
The fires may burn thee, from this mirror rise,
By the reflected beams of thine own eyes;
And thus at last faln with thy self in Love,
Thou wilt, My Rivall, thine one martyr prove;
But if thou dost desire thy forme to view,
Look in my heart, where love thy picture drew,
And then if pleas'd with thine own shape thou be,
Learn how to love thy self by loving me.

[74.] Number the sands that do restrain

Number the sands that do restrain
And fetter the rebellious main,
count those pale fires that do dispence
To us both light and influence,
The drops of the vast sea divide,
These in themselves be multipli'd;
That all when added into one,
May by our kisses be outgone;
By which when number they surmount,
Wee'l teach Arithmetick to count.

Song 75. This silkworm (to long sleep retir'd)

This silkworm (to long sleep retir'd)
The early year hath re-inspir'd,
Who now to pay to thee prepares
The tribute of her pleasing cares;
& hastens with industrious toyl

To make thy ornament her spoyl;
See with what pains she spins for thee
The thread of her own destinie;
Then growing proud in Death, to know
That all her curious labours thou
Wilt, as in Triumph, deign to wear,
Retires to her soft sepulchre.
Such dearest, is that hapless state
To which I am design'd by Fate,
Who by thee (willingly) or'ecome,
Work my own Fetters and my Tombe.

Song 76. Pale envyous sickness

Pale envyous sickness,
Hence no more possess
Our breast too cold before; in vain alass thou dost invade

Those beauties which can never fade;
Could all thy malice but impair,
On those sweets which crown her fair,
Or steal the spirits from her eye,
Or kiss into a paler dye,
The blooming roses of her cheek,
Our suffering hopes might justly seek
Redress from thee, and thou might'st save
Thousands of lovers from the grave;
But such assaults are vain,
For she is too divine to stoop to thee;
Blest with a form as much to high for any change but Destinie;
Which no attempt can violate,
For what's her beauty is our fate.

[77.] Come my Dear

Come my Dear, whilest youth conspires
Aith the warmth of our desires; envyous time about thee watches,
And some Grace each minute snatches:
Now a spirit, now a ray
From thy eye he steals away,
Now he blasts some blooming rose
Which upon thy fresh cheek grows;
Gold now plunders in a Hair;
Now the Rubies doth impair of thy lips;
And with sure hast
All thy wealth will take at last;
Onely that of which thou mak'st
Use in time, from time thou tak'st.

[78.] When thou thy plyant arms dost wreath

VVhen thou thy plyant arms dost wreath
About my neck, and gently breath
Into my Breast that soft sweet air
With which thy soul doth mine repair;
When my faint life thou draw'st away,
My life which scorching flames decay,
Orecharg'd my panting bosome boyls,
Whose Feavour thy kind Art beguiles,
And with the Breath that did inspire
Doth mildly fan my glowing fire,
Transported then I cry, above
All other Deities is Love!
Or if a Deity there be
Greater then Love, 'tis only thee.

[79.] As on Purple Carpets

As on Purple Carpets I
Charm'd by wine in slumber lie,
With a troop of Maids (resorted
There to play) me thought I sported:
Whose companions, lovely boyes,
Interrupt with rude noyse:
Yet I offer made to kiss them,
But o'th'sudden wake and miss them:
Vext to see them thus forsake me, I to sleep again betake me.

Song 78. With a whip of Lillies

VVith a whip of Lillies, Love
Swiftly me before him drove:
On we courst it through deep floods,
Hollow valleys, and rough woods,
Till a Snake that lurking lay

Chanc'd to sting me by the way:
Now my soul was nigh to death,
Ebbing flowing with my breath;
When Love, fanning with his wings,
Back my fleeting spirit brings;
Learn, saith he, another day
Love without constraint t'obey.

Song 81. When my sence in wine I steep

VVhen my sence in wine I steep,
All my cares are lull'd asleep:
Rich in thought, I then despise
Cræsus, and his royalties:
Whilest with Ivy twines I wreath me,
And sing all the world beneath me;
Others run to martial fights,

I to Bacchu's delights;
Fill the cup then boy, for I
Drunk then dead had rather lie.

Song 82. Vex no more thy self and me

Vex no more thy self and me
With demure philosophie;
Hollow precepts, onely fit
To amuse the busie wit;
Teach me brisk Lyeus rites;
Teach me Venus blithe delights;
Jove loves water, give me wine;
That my soul ere I resigne
May this cure of sorrow have;
There's no drinking in the grave.

[83.] Old I am, yet can (I think)

Old I am, yet can (I think)
Those that younger are out-drink;
when I dance no staff I take,
but a well fill'd Bottle shake:
He that doth in war delight,
Come and with these arms let's fight;
Fill the cup, let loose a flood
Of the rich Grapes luscious blood;
Old I am, and therefore may,
Like Silenus drink and play.

Song 84. A Kiss I begg'd

A kiss I begg'd, and thou didst joyn
Thy lips to mine;
Then, as afraid snatch'd back their treasure,
And mock'd my pleasure,
Again my Dearest, for in this
Thou onely gav'st desire, and not a kiss.

[85.] Fair Rebel to thy self, and Time

Fair Rebel to thy self, and Time,
Who laugh'st at all my tears,
When thou hast lost thy youthful prime
And age his Trophie rears,
Weighing thy inconsiderate pride
Thou shalt in vain accuse it,
Why Beauty am I now deny'd,
Or knew not then to vse it?
Then shal I wish ungentle Fair
Thou in like flames mayst burn;
Venus, if just will hear my prayer,
And I shall laugh my turn.

[86.] A Dialogue Between CHARIESSA and PHILOCHARIS.

Char.
VVhat if Night should betray us, and reveal
To the light all the pleasure that we steal?

Phil.
Fairest, we safely may this fear despise;
How can she see our actions who wants eyes?

Char.
Each dimne star and the clearer lights we know
Nights eyes are; they were blind that thought her so:

Phil.
Those pale fires onely burn to yeeld a light
T'our desires, and though blind, to give us sight.

Char.
By this shade that surrounds us might our flame

Be betray'd, and the day disclose its name.

Phil.
Dearest Fair, these dark Witnesses we finde
Silent are, Night is dumbe as well as blinde.

Chorus.

Then whilest these black shades conceal us, we will scorn
The envyous morn,
And the Sun that would reveal us;
Our flames shall thus their mutual light betray,
And night with these joys crown'd outshine the day

[87.] Dialogue II. Between PHILOCHARIS and CHARIESSA.

Phil.
That kiss which last thou gav'st me, stole my fainting Life away,
Yet (though to thy Breast fled) my Soul still in mine own doth stay.
Weak Nature no such power doth know,
Love only can these wonders show.

Char.
And with the same warm breath did mine
Into thy bosome slide,
There dwel contracted unto thine,
Yet still with me teside;

I. Chorus.

Weak Nature no such power doth know,
Love onely can these wonders show.

II. Chorus, Voyces 3.

Both souls thus in desire are one, and each is two in skil,
Doubled in Intellect alone united in the Will;
Weak Nature no such power doth know,
Love onely can these wonders show.