The Works of Mr. Robert Gould In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould] |
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To the much Honour'd James Hunte of Popham, Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.
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To the much Honour'd James Hunte of Popham, Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.
As when some fam'd Procession we survey,
Some Restauration, or C'ronation Day;
Tho' ev'ry present Object gives Delight,
'Tis still succeeded by some Nobler Sight;
Till the Crown'd Head does last, elate appear,
And fixes all our Joy and Wonder there.
Some Restauration, or C'ronation Day;
Tho' ev'ry present Object gives Delight,
'Tis still succeeded by some Nobler Sight;
Till the Crown'd Head does last, elate appear,
And fixes all our Joy and Wonder there.
Heav'n so to you its Blessings does dispence,
The last that comes still first in Excellence;
Till now you such a Pledge of Love receive,
You scarce have more to ask, or Heav'n to give.
The last that comes still first in Excellence;
Till now you such a Pledge of Love receive,
You scarce have more to ask, or Heav'n to give.
Of Ancient Blood, to Great Possessions Heir;
Yet Your Auspicious Fortune stops not there,
But gives You, in your Person and your Mind,
All that obliges Man, and softens Womankind.
Yet Your Auspicious Fortune stops not there,
But gives You, in your Person and your Mind,
All that obliges Man, and softens Womankind.
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The fair Amynta next you did survey;
Bright as the Beams that round her Temples play,
Angels are scarce compos'd with less Allay:
To paint whose Beauties Language is too weak,
And all that Love believes, or Praise can speak:
But you soon found (to all Men else unknown)
The way to make that Excellence your own.
Bright as the Beams that round her Temples play,
Angels are scarce compos'd with less Allay:
To paint whose Beauties Language is too weak,
And all that Love believes, or Praise can speak:
But you soon found (to all Men else unknown)
The way to make that Excellence your own.
Who wou'd not think your Joy compleated here?
When Lo! another Blessing does appear;
A Daughter born! the perfect Image giv'n
Of fair Amynta, as she is of Heav'n.
Never before did Time produce, so Young,
So just a Subject for Poetick Song.
Sweetness and Innocence we find exprest
At full, and Angels are no better drest;
They in that Habit wing the Courts above,
Their sole Employment Harmony and Love.
When Lo! another Blessing does appear;
A Daughter born! the perfect Image giv'n
Of fair Amynta, as she is of Heav'n.
Never before did Time produce, so Young,
So just a Subject for Poetick Song.
Sweetness and Innocence we find exprest
At full, and Angels are no better drest;
They in that Habit wing the Courts above,
Their sole Employment Harmony and Love.
Again she teems! another Daughter yet!
To make your Comforts certain, as they're Great;
Whom with like Extasie we all behold,
The Stamp the same, the same Æthereal Mould.
To make your Comforts certain, as they're Great;
Whom with like Extasie we all behold,
The Stamp the same, the same Æthereal Mould.
And now, can any Blessing wanting be
To fill your Measure of Felicity?
There can: And see! Your Prayers Success have found,
And ev'ry Wish and ev'ry Hope is crown'd:
Nor can You further be oblig'd by Heav'n,
But to preserve the Treasure he has giv'n.
To fill your Measure of Felicity?
There can: And see! Your Prayers Success have found,
And ev'ry Wish and ev'ry Hope is crown'd:
Nor can You further be oblig'd by Heav'n,
But to preserve the Treasure he has giv'n.
How bounteously the Powr's their Creatures bless
Ev'n their Denials are our Happiness:
Shou'd they give all that we profusely crave,
They scarce cou'd grant so much as we wou'd have:
The Bounds of Thanks we then shou'd over-leap,
Nor value Happiness that came so cheap.
Yet those Delays that Heav'n so often makes,
Does seem to be entirely for our Sakes;
To make us with the greater Quickness taste
That Nectar, which wou'd Cloy devour'd in haste.
Thus tho' some Years y'ave waited for the Boy,
You now have all the Sweetness of the Joy.
Ev'n their Denials are our Happiness:
Shou'd they give all that we profusely crave,
They scarce cou'd grant so much as we wou'd have:
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Nor value Happiness that came so cheap.
Yet those Delays that Heav'n so often makes,
Does seem to be entirely for our Sakes;
To make us with the greater Quickness taste
That Nectar, which wou'd Cloy devour'd in haste.
Thus tho' some Years y'ave waited for the Boy,
You now have all the Sweetness of the Joy.
The Homely Swain and his more Homely Wife
(To whom h' as sworn to be a Drudge for Life)
To Venus go, just as at Rutt the Deer,
And never fail to have their Faun a Year:
But in the Bounty are so little Skill'd,
They grieve and murmur that their Table's fill'd.
'Tis only he that does almost Despair
To have one, knows the Blessing of an Heir.
(To whom h' as sworn to be a Drudge for Life)
To Venus go, just as at Rutt the Deer,
And never fail to have their Faun a Year:
But in the Bounty are so little Skill'd,
They grieve and murmur that their Table's fill'd.
'Tis only he that does almost Despair
To have one, knows the Blessing of an Heir.
Auspicious BOY! that ere thou canst receive,
Or Pleasure know, dost lasting Pleasure give.
I see thy Father yet in his Surprize,
The happy Tydings pregnant in his Eyes,
When the half fluster'd Mid-wife to him run,
And cry'd—God give you Joy, Sir!—'tis a Son!
Or Pleasure know, dost lasting Pleasure give.
I see thy Father yet in his Surprize,
The happy Tydings pregnant in his Eyes,
When the half fluster'd Mid-wife to him run,
And cry'd—God give you Joy, Sir!—'tis a Son!
With him, methinks, I see thy Grand-sire too
(Tho' distant, seen by an Internal view)
I see him stand, his Eyes erect to Heav'n,
From whom he does acknowledge thou wast giv'n,
Returning Praises from a Grateful Heart,
And in the Pleasure shares as large a Part:
Live! live, he cries! grow both in Grace and Fame,
And down Posterity convey our Name;
That as our Noble Line does back extend
Thro' Ages past, it forward too may bend,
Nor be extinct till Time it Self shall end.
(Tho' distant, seen by an Internal view)
I see him stand, his Eyes erect to Heav'n,
From whom he does acknowledge thou wast giv'n,
Returning Praises from a Grateful Heart,
And in the Pleasure shares as large a Part:
Live! live, he cries! grow both in Grace and Fame,
And down Posterity convey our Name;
That as our Noble Line does back extend
Thro' Ages past, it forward too may bend,
Nor be extinct till Time it Self shall end.
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Nor less than this can thy Great Grand-sire say,
Who never thought to see this Happy Day.
Almost a Centu'ry of Years h'as ran,
Yet fresh as Thou that hast thy Race began.
Nor is this all the Happiness he'll view,
He shall behold his Grand-Son's Issue too,
And bear 'em in his Arms his Eyes to please,
As Joseph, Machir's Children on his Knees.
Who never thought to see this Happy Day.
Almost a Centu'ry of Years h'as ran,
Yet fresh as Thou that hast thy Race began.
Nor is this all the Happiness he'll view,
He shall behold his Grand-Son's Issue too,
And bear 'em in his Arms his Eyes to please,
As Joseph, Machir's Children on his Knees.
But while they're thus rejoycing, can a less
Transporting Bliss Amynta's Soul possess?
This Blessing cancels all she fear'd before,
The Mother's Pangs remember'd now no more.
Close in her Arms she twines the Pleasing Care,
And Joys to see her Husband's Image there;
Wishes he Master of like Worth may be,
In Truth and Friendship Eminent as he:
Nor need she doubt but when to Manhood grown,
He by like Deeds will make his Linage known;
What less? when in his Composition's joyn'd
His Mother's Graces, and his Father's Mind;
Than which a nobler Mixture cannot be
T'adorn and elevate Mortalitie.
Transporting Bliss Amynta's Soul possess?
This Blessing cancels all she fear'd before,
The Mother's Pangs remember'd now no more.
Close in her Arms she twines the Pleasing Care,
And Joys to see her Husband's Image there;
Wishes he Master of like Worth may be,
In Truth and Friendship Eminent as he:
Nor need she doubt but when to Manhood grown,
He by like Deeds will make his Linage known;
What less? when in his Composition's joyn'd
His Mother's Graces, and his Father's Mind;
Than which a nobler Mixture cannot be
T'adorn and elevate Mortalitie.
Hail, happy Sire! the Muse does give you Joy,
And long may you be happy in the BOY:
The soft Amynta long may you embrace,
And she be still Augmenting of the Race:
Amynta! equal'd by no other Dame;
Poets give them, but she gives Poets Fame,
Made Deathless but repeating of her Name:
Her Beauty has Inevitable Charms,
And where is Heav'n if 'tis not in her Arms!
And long may you be happy in the BOY:
The soft Amynta long may you embrace,
And she be still Augmenting of the Race:
Amynta! equal'd by no other Dame;
Poets give them, but she gives Poets Fame,
Made Deathless but repeating of her Name:
Her Beauty has Inevitable Charms,
And where is Heav'n if 'tis not in her Arms!
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