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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]

Gould, Robert

VOLUME the FIRST. [POEMS].

[dedication]

On the ensuing POEMS OF Mr. ROBERT GOULD,

[Songs.]

SONG I. Fatal Constancy.

II.

SONG II. The Mistress.

III.

SONG III. The March Chick.

IV.

SONG IV. A Pastoral Dialogue.

SONG V. Wit and Beauty.

VI.

SONG VI. The Complaint.

VII.

SONG VII. The Answer.

VIII.

SONG VIII. Vertue the greater Charm.

IX.

SONG IX. The unwilling Inconstant.

SONG X. Falshood excus'd.

XI.

SONG XI. The Wanderer fix'd

XII.

SONG XII. No Life if no Love.

XIII.

SONG XIII. Pity if you'd be pity'd.

XIV.

SONG XIV. The reasonable Request.

XV.

SONG XV. The Hopeless Comfort.

XVI.

SONG XVI. The Fruitless Caution.

XVII.

SONG XVII. The Invocation.

XVIII.

SONG XVIII. The Enfranchisement.

XIX.

SONG XIX. Help at Hand.

XX.

SONG XX. The Dream.

XXI.

SONG XXI. The Enquiry.

XXII.

SONG XXII. The Boon.

XXII.

SONG XXII. Nothing wanting to Love.

XXIV.

SONG XXIV. The Enquiry resolv'd.

XXV.

SONG XXV. The Caution.

XXVI.

SONG XXVI. The Lover's Fortune.

XXVII.

SONG XXVII. The Tyranny of Love.

XXVIII.

SONG XXVIII. To Mirtillo.

XXIX.

SONG XXIX. Silvia.

XXX.

SONG XXX. Women's Vows.

XXXI.

SONG XXXI. The Farewel.

Love Verses.

The Captive.

To Cælia, desiring his Absence.

The first Sight of Silvia.

Silvia Luke-warm.

Silvia kind.

Silvia in the Country.

A Letter from Silvia.

Silvia yet in the Country.

Silvia Return'd.

To Silvia, On deferring our Nuptials.

Silvia's Indifference.

Silvia Perjur'd.

Miscellanies.

On the new Edition of Godfrey of Bulloigne in 1687.

To Philip Ayres Esq; On his Poems and Translations, &c.

PROLOGUE, Design'd for my Play of the Rival Sisters.

EPITAPH, On Mrs. Jane Roderick.

EPITAPH, On Mrs. Mary Alexander, in Broad-Somerford Church.

Reflections on the Life and Death of a certain Miser.

Advice to a Friend in Distress.

To Julian Secretary to the Muses.

To a Friend in Wales, on his Neglect of writing to me.

To my Lord Chamberlain at Bath.

To Mr. Giles Frost.

To the much Honoured Gilbert Gerrard-Cosen Esq; on the Report of his being Dead.

In Answer to a Copy of Verses of Major Coleman's; whom I fail'd to meet according to Promise.

To Charles Duncomb Esq, On his Enlargement.

To my Lord of Dorset on his Installment.

To the Right Reverend Father in God Gilbert, Lord Bishop of Sarum.

Occasional Verses To several Ladies, &c.

Advice to a fine young Lady.

To a Gentlewoman who had written many fine Things, and not seen Mrs. Phillips's Poems.

To Madam B. occasion'd by a Copy of Verses of my Lady Ann Baynton's.

To a very Vertuous Gentlewoman, on her being traduc'd, &c.

To Madam L.

To the Happy Mother.

To my Lady Long:

To my Lady Ann Baynton on the 28th of April, her Birth-Day.

To my Lady Abingdon.

To my Lady Peterborow on her saying she did not like Panegyrick.

EPISTLES From the Country.

To my Lord of Abingdon at his Country House.

To Mr. Knight from the Country.

To Mr. R. Trowe from the Country.

To the Reverend Mr. Francis Henery Cary, from the Country.

To Mr. Lowin, from the Country.

The DREAM.

HYMENEALS:

To my Lord Eland, on his Marriage and Return, &c.

To Sir Edward Nevil Baronet, On his Marriage.

To an unknown Relation; Hearing he was happily Married.

Of Adorissa's Second Marriage with Mr. Grevil.

To Dr. Harding and his Lady; Some time after their Marriage.

On my Lord of Dorset's Marriage with the Lady Mary Compton.

On my Lord of Abingdon's Marriage with the Lady Wenman.

To his Grace the Duke of Beaufort on his Marriage with the Lady Mary Sackville.

On the Marriage of Sir James Long Baronet, with the Honourable Madam Henrietta Greville.

LUCINIALS:

To the much Honour'd James Hunte of Popham, Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.

To Henry Bayntun Esq; on the Birth of his Son and Heir.

To Mr. Mansell and his Lady, on the Birth of their Son and Heir.

Funeral Elegies.

To the Memory of Mr. John Oldham.

To the Memory of Edmund Waller, Esq.

On the Death of Mr. Dryden.

To Mr. Trowe, on the Death of Madam Goddard.

To Mr. Lawrence, on the Death of his Excellent Wife.

To the Memory of Mrs. Mary Peachley.

On the Death of Madam Pool's Son and Heir; Born Eight Months after his Fathers Decease.

To the Memory of that Worthy Gentleman Colonel Edward Cooke.

To the Honourable Colonel Henry Chiver, on the Death of Lionel Duckett, Esq

On the Death of the Famous Musick-Master Mr. Henry Purcell.

To my Lady Long, on the Death of Sir Giles Long Baronet, her Grandson.

To Sir James Long, Baronet.

To the Memory of Mr. James Margetts who died of the Small Pox in his Voyage to Pensilvania.

On the untimely Death of Mr. John Cary, Kill'd in a Duel.

On the Death of the much Honour'd Jame Hunte of Popham, Esq,

On the Death of that Worthy Gentleman Mr. John Cary, of Woodstock.

A Poem most humbly offer'd to the Memory of her late Sacred Majesty, Queen Mary.

An Historical Poem, most humbly offer'd to the Memory of his late Sacred Majesty, King William.

A Funeral Poem.

Funeral Eclogues.

Urania, a Funeral Eclogue.

Alcander, a Funeral Eclogue:

Mirana, a Funeral Eclogue:

Damon, a Funeral Eclogue:

Nicander and Thirsis; a Funeral Eclogue:

The Mourning Swain, a Funeral Eclogue.

The Mourning Swain, a Funeral Eclogue:

Thealma, a Funeral Eclogue:

Divine Poems AND PARAPHRASES.

A Contemplation touching Atheism.

Hymn for Christmas-Day.

Hymn for Easter-Day.

Hymn for Whit-sunday.

On Good Friday.

VOLUME the SECOND. [SATYRS].

PROLOGUE To the following SATYRS.

To the Right Honourable CHARLES,

LOVE given Over:

THE POETESS,

To Sr. Fleetwood Sheppard, &c.

A SATYR AGAINST WOOING:

THE STEP-MOTHER,

A Glance at Fanaticism;

Mother Clark's Ghost,

TO The Right Honourable CHARLES,

THE Corruption of the TIMES BY MONEY.

TO Fleetwood Sheppard Esq

To the Society of the Beaux Esprits.

To my Lord of Abingdon.

Sacred to the Memory of our late Sovereign Lord King Charles the Second.

The Twelfth of June.

Mirtillo and Amynta:

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Sacred to the Memory of our late Sovereign Lord King Charles the Second.

I.

Each Man has Private Cares enow
To make him bend, to make him bow,
Ah! how then shall we bear this General Burthen now!
Unless we die with Grief, what Sorrows can we bring
Sufficient for the Loss of such a Gracious King!
Peace, like a Mountain Stream, from him did flow,
And water'd all us Humble Plants below,
And made us flourish too;
Yet Peace himself but seldom knew.
Ah wretched, and too rigid Fate
That on Indulgent Monarchs wait!
While for the Publick Good the Publick Weight they bear,
As they're Supreme in Pow'r so they're supreme in Care:
Theirs is the Trouble, theirs the Pain,
And ours the Pleasure, ours the Gain;
And this was prov'd in Charles's Reign.
Think, Briton's, think how oft h'has broke his Sleep,
Intrench'd on his few Hours of needful Rest
To make us Free, to make us Blest,
And if you are not Marble you must weep!

II.

Long as our stubborn Land he sway'd
(Ah that w' had all so long obey'd!)
Our stubborn Land a Paradise was made:
Indulg'd by his Enliv'ning Smiles
(The Envy of all other Isles)

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We did in Safety Ease and Plenty live,
And had almost at once what Earth and Heav'n cou'd give:
'Till sated with continu'd Happiness,
Like Devils we conspir'd to make it less;
Afresh did Fears and Jealousies create,
And once more strove to plunge the State
In all the Miseries it felt from Forty One to Eight.
Here did our Pitying Monarch timely interpose,
And sav'd us from our selves—our most Invete'rate Foes.
On those that Goodness cou'd not awe,
He let loose Justice and the Law:
His Justice prob'd our fester'd Wound,
His Justice heal'd and made it sound,
From Exile call'd our Banish'd Right,
(Good Angels and Good Mens Delight)
And made us happy in our own Despight!

III.

Not op'ning Buds more certain Tydings bring
Of the approaching Glories of the Spring,
Than his least Action spoke him KING!
He talk't, he look't, he trod,
And had the Air, the Port, and Meinage of a GOD!
These Wonders in his Person all might find,
But who can tell the Wonders of his Mind!
How Wise! how Mild! how Merciful and Kind!
In Exile, Danger, Want and Strife,
And all the various Changes of his Life,
Before, and when he Reign'd,
His Troubles were with Saint-like Constancy sustain'd:
And Great and Num'rous was the Store;
His Martyr'd God and Martyr'd Father only suffer'd more.
His Favours too, like theirs, did still
Extend to all that meant him Ill:

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His deadliest Foes cou'd not so fast offend,
Or more opprobrious Langu'age give
Than he wou'd Patiently receive;
Nay when at last he found they wou'd not mend,
But either he or they must cease to Live,
He griev'd the Law remov'd 'em from a Friend.
What way can we such Clemency express!—
O Patience! Goodness! Mercy to excess!

IV.

Ah Pity! (for they're, sure, of better Clay)
That the Crown'd Head shou'd go the Vulgar Way!
If ought that's Excellent, or Brave,
Cou'd Privilege their Owners from the Grave,
He, like Elijah, to his Bliss had fled,
And never mingl'd with the Dead—
But Man was born to Die!
And tho' the Prophet, we must own
Did much the easier Passage find,
Our Pious Sovereign left his Dross behind,
And mounted his Æthereal Throne
More pure and more refin'd.
There rest, blest Shade! from all the Sorrow free,
From all the Treachery,
From all the Infidelity,
That did attend thy painful Progress of Mortality:
There rest, blest Shade! for ever rest!
Of all that Peace can give gossest!
That Peace which here thou cou'd'st not gain,
Tho' blessing us with the most Peaceful Reign
That e'er the British Isle will see again:
While the poor Melancholy Bards below
(But not while THOU wert Living, so)
Tho' they can ne'er pay all they owe,
At least their Love and Duty show;

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And in sad Funeral-Verse embalm
Their ever happy Patron's Name;
Not that it needs it—for 'twou'd live
Without th'Assistance Poets give.