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bly thoughts awhile, like you, imprison'd lay;
We'll write whate'er from you we hear; Great joys, as well as sorrows, make a stay ;
For that's the posy of the year. They binder one another in the crowd,
This difference only will remain And none are heard, whilst all would speak aloud.
That Time his former face does shew, , Should every man's officious gladness haste,
Winding into himself again; And be afraid to show itself the last,
But your unweary'd wit is always new. The throng of gratulations now would be
'Tis said, that conjurers have an art found out Another loss to you of liberty.
| To carry spirits confin'd in rings about : When of your freedom men the news did hear,
The wonder now will less appear, Where it was wish'd-for, that is every where,
When we behold your magic here. 'Twas like the speech which from your lips does
You, by your rings, do prisoners take, fall;
And chain them with your mystic spells, As soon as it was heard, it ravish'd al).
And, the strong witchcraft full to make, So eloquent Tully did from exile come;
Love, the great Devil, charm’d to those circlei, Thus long'd for he return'd, and cherish'd Rome;
dwells. Which could no more his tongue and counsels miss; Rome, the world's head, was nothing without his.
They, who above do various circles find, Wrong to those sacred ashes, I should do,
Say, like a ring, th' equator Heaven does bind. Should I compare any to him but you;
When Heaven shall be adorn'd by thee You, to whom Art and Nature did dispense
(Which then more Heaven than 'tis will be) The consulship of wit and eloquence.
Tis thou must write the posy there, Nor did your fate differ from his at all,
For it wanteth one as yet, Because the doom of exile was his fall;
Though the Sun pass through't twice a year For the whole world, without a native home,
The Sun, who is esteem'd the god of wit. Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Happy the hands which wear thy sacred rings, But like a melting woman suffer'd he,
They'll teach those hands to write mysterious He who before out-did humanity;
things. Nor could his spirit constant and stedfast prove.
Let other rings, with jewels bright, Whose art't had been, and greatest end, to move.
Cast around their costly light; You put ill-fortune in so good a dress,
Let them want no noble stone, That it out-shone other men's happiness :
By nature rich and art refin'd; Had your prosperity always clearly gone,
Yet shall thy rings give place to none,
But only that which must thy marriage bind.
PROLOGUE TO THE GUARDIAN:
BEFORE THE PRINCE. In ills their business and their glory find.
Who says the times do learning disallow? So, though less worthy stones are drown'd in night,
'Tis false; 'twas never honour'd so as now. The faithful diamond keeps his native light,
When you appear, great prince ! our night is done : And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray,
You are our morning-star, and shall be our sun. That would be more oppress'd than help'd by day.
But our scene's London now; and by the rout Your soul then most show'd her unconquer'd pow We perish, if the Round-heads be about: • er,
For now no ornament the head must wear, Was stronger and more armed than the Tower.
No bays, no mitre, not so much as hair. Sure unkind Fate will tempt your spirit no more;
How can a play pass safely, when we know Sh' has try'd her weakness and your strength Cheapside-cross falls for making but a show? before.
Our only hope is this, that it may be T'oppose him still, who once has conquer'd so,
| A play may pass too, made extempore. Were now to be your rebel, not your foe;
Though other arts poor and neglected grow, Fortune henceforth will more of providence have,
They'll admit poesy, which was always so.
But we contemn the fury of these days.
Our Muse, blest prince ! does only on you rely ;
Would gladly live, but not refuse to die.
Ere 'tis a play, and acted ere 'tis made.
Our ignorance, but our duty too, we show;
I would all ignorant people would do so!
At other times expect our wit or art;
This comedy is acted by the heart,
TAE EPILOGUE. · Who, all the good she did impart
The play, great sir! is done ; yet needs must fear, To womankind, epitomiz'd in you.
Though you brought all your father's mercies here, If, as the ancients did not doubt to sing,
It may offend your highness ; and we ’ave now The turning years be well compar'd ta ring,
Three hours done treason here, for aught we know,
But power your grace can above Nature give, No tuneful birds play with their wonted cheer,
And call the learned youths to hear;
| No whistling winds through the glad branches fly : 'Tis but the life of one poor week 't has lost :
But all, with sad solemnity,
To him my Muse made haste with every strain,
Whilst it was new and warm yet from the braio :
He lor'd my worthless rhymes, and, like a friend,
Would find out something to commend.
Hence now, iny Muse! thou canst not me delight:
Be this my latest verse,
With which I now adorn his hearse ;
And this my grief, without thy help, shall write. Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Had I a wreath of bays about my brow,
I should contemn that flourishing honour now; When Sleep, Death's imagc, left my troubled Condemn it to the fire, and joy to hear breast,
It rage and crackle there. By something liker death possest.
Instead of bays, crown with sad cypress me; My eyes with tears did uncommanded fow,
Cypress, which tombs does beautify: And on my soul hung the dull weight
Not Phæbus griev'd, so much as I, Of some intolerable fate.
For him who first was made that mournful tree.
Large was his soul; as large a soul as e'er
High as the place 'twas shortly in Heaven to
have, 0, thou hast left me all alone!
But low and humble as his grave: Thy soul and body, when death's agony
| So high, that all the Virtues there did come. Besieg'd around thy noble heart,
As to their chiefest seat
Conspicuous and great;
Was fill'd with innocent gallantry and truth,
Triumphant o'er the sins of youth. Silent and sad I walk about all day,
He, like the stars, to which he now is gone, As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by
That shine with bearns like fame,
Yet burn not with the same,
Nor did more learning ever crowded lie
In such a short mortality.
Still did the notions throng
About his cloqncnt tongue,
So strong a wit did Nature to him frame,
His judgment like the heavenly moon did show,
Teinpering tha: Inighty sea below.
Would have been able to control
His over-powering sonl; Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were We 'ave lost in him arts that not yet are found. thine.
His mirth was the pure spirits of various wit,
And, when deep talk and wisdom came in view,
Retir'd, and gave to them their due:
For the rich help of books he always took,
Though his own searching mind before
Was so with notions written o'er
As if wise Nature had made that her book.
So many virtues join'd in him, as we Henceforth, no learned youths beneath you sing, I Can scarce pick here and there in history; Till all the tuneful birds to your boughs they More than old writers' practice e'er could reach; bring i
As much as they could ever teach.
There did Religion, queen of virtues ! sway;
of Virtues ! sway ; ) He sees thee gentle, fair, and gay, And all their sacred motions steer,
| And trusts the faithless April of thy May. Just like the first and highest sphere, Which wheels about, and turns all Heaven one way.
Unhappy, thrice unhappy, he,
Twhom thou untry'd dost shine! With as much zeal, devotion, piety,
But there's no danger now for me, He always lived, as other saints do die.
Since o'er Loretto's shrine,
In witness of the shipwreck past,
My consecrated vessel hangs at lasts
Like the Sun's laborious light,
IN IMITATION OF
Si tecum mihi, chare Martialis, &c.
L. T. Ep. xx.
17, dearest friend, it my good fate might be
If we for happiness could leisutre find,
And wandering Time into a method bird ;
Nor on long hopes, the court's thin diet, feed; Where ignorance and hypocrisy does rage !
We should not patience find daily to hear · A fitter time for Heaven no soul ere chose,
The calumnies and flatteries spoken there ;
We sbould not the lords' tables humbly use,
Or talk in ladies' charnbers love and news ;
But books, and wise discourse, gardens and fields,
And all the joys that unmixt Nature yields; See'st not a soul cloth'd with more light than thine.
Thick summer shades, wbere winter still does lie,
| Bright winter fires, that summer's part supply:
Free, but not savage or ungracious mirth,
Rich wines, to give it quick and easy birth;
A gentle mistress, and a gentler Muse.
Such dearest friend! such, without doubt, should Where grief and misery can be join'd with verse.
Our place, our business, and our company.
But sees good suns, of which we are to give
A strict account, set and march thick away: .
Knows a man how to live, and does he stay?
Lib. I. Od. v. 1
| MARGARITA first possest,
If I remember well, my breast, .. And with large bounty open set
Margarita first of all; All the bright stores of thy rich cabinet ?
But when awhile the wanton maid
With my restless heart had play'd,
Martha took the flying ball.
Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.
Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part
| With the possession of my heart) How oft, alas! will he admire
To Eliza's conquering face.
Eliza till this hour might reign,
Had she not evil counsels ta'en.
Fundamental laws she broke,
And still new favourites she chose,
Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke.
Mary then, and gentle Anne,
Both to reign at once began;
Alternately they sway'd,
TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT; And soinetimes Mary was the fair, And sometimes Anne the crown did wear,
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT, And sometimes both I obey'd.
FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. Another Mary then arose,
METHINKs heroic poesy till now,
Like some fantastic fairy-land did show;
Gods, devils, nymphs, witches, and giants' race, Long, alas ! should I have been
And all but man, in man's chief work had place. '' Under that iron-scepter'd queen,
Thou, like some worthy knight with sacred arms, Had not Rebecca set me free.
Dost drive the monsters thence, and end the charms,
Instead of those dost men and manners plant, When fair Rebecca set me free,
The things which that rich soil did chiefly want. 'Twas then a golden time with me: But soon those pleasures Aed;
Yet ev'n thy mortals do their gods excel, For the gracious princess dy'd,
Taught by thy Muse to fight and love so well. In her youth and beauty's pride,
By fatal bands whilst present empires fall,
Thine from the grave past monarchies recall; And Judith reigned in her stead.
So much more thanks from human-kind docs One month, three days, and half an hour,
The poet's fury than the zealot's spirit:
And from the grave thou mak’st this empire rise, But so weak and small her wit,
Not like some dreadful ghost, t affright our eyes, That she to govern was unfit,
But with more lustre and triumphant state,
Than when it crown'd at proud Verona sate.
So.will our God rebuild man's perish'd frame, Arm'd with a resistless flame,
And raise him up much better, yet the same: And th' artillery of her eye;
So god-like poets do past things rehearse, Whilst she proudly march'd about,
Not change, but heighten, Nature by their verse Greater conquests to find out,
With shame, methinks, great Italy must see She beat out Susan by the by.
Her conquerors rais'd to life again by thee:
Rais'd by such powerful verse, that ancient Rome But in her place I then obey'd
May blush no less to see her wit o'ercome.
Some men their fancies, like their faith, derive,
And think all ill but that which Rome does give; Thousand worse passions then possest
The marks of old and Catholic would find; The interregnum of my breast;
To the same chair would truth and fietion bind. Bless me from such an anarchy!
Thou in those beaten paths disdain'st to tread,
And scorn'st to live by robbing of the dead. Gentle Henrietta then,
Since Time does all things change, thou think'st And a third Mary, next began;
not fit Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria;
This latter age should see all new but wit; And then a pretty Thomasine,
Thy fancy, like a flame, its way does make, And then another Katharine,
And leave bright tracts for following pens to take. And then a long et cætera.
Sure'twas this noble boldness of the Muse But should I now to you relate
Did thy desire to seek new worlds infuse;
And ne'er did Heaven so much a voyage bless,
If thou canst plant but there with like success.
AN ANSWER TO
A COPY OF VERSES
SENT ME TO JERSEY.
Ag to a northern people (whom the Sun
l'ses just as the Romish church has done The quarrels, tears, and perjuries,
Her prophane laitv, and does assign
A rich Canary fleet welcome arrives;
Such comfort to us here your letter gives,
Prought with brisk racy verses ; in which we (Chiefly if I like them should tell
The soil from whence they came taste, smell, and All change of weathers that befell)
see; Than Holinshed or Stow.
Such is your present to us ; for you must know,
Sir, that verse does not in this island grow,
No more than sack: one lately did not fear
(Without the Muses' leave) to plant it here ;
But it produc'd such base, rough, crabbed, bedge, My present emperess does claim,
Rhymes, as ev'n set the hearers' ears on edge : Heleonora, first oth' name;
esquire, the Whom God grant long to reign !
| Year of our Lord six hundred thirty-three.
Brave Jersey Muse! and he's for this high style And seeks by useless pride,
With slight and withering leaves that nakedness to Alas! to men here no words less hard be
hide. To rhyme with, than - Mount Orgueil is to me; I < Henceforth.” said God, " the wretched sons of Mount Orgueil ! which, in scorn o'th' Muses law,
Earth With no yoke-fellow word will deign to draw.
Shall sweat for food in vain, Stubborn Mount Orgueil !' tis a work to make it
That will not long sustain; Come into rhyme, more hard than 'twere to take it. And bring with labour forth each fond abortire birth Alas ! to bring your tropes and figures here,
That serpent too, their pride, Strange as to bring camels and elephants were;
Which aims at things deny'd; And metaphor is so unknown a thing,
That learn’d and eloquent lust; 'Twould need the preface of God save the king.
| Instead of mounting high, shall creep upon the Yet this I'll say, for th' honour of the place,
THE USE OF IT IN DIVINE MATTERS.
Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may From th' actual sin of bombast too they are,
Be led by others a right way; (That other crying sin oth’ English Muse) That even Satan himself can accuse
They build on sands, which if unmov'd they find,
'Tis but because there was no wind. None here (no not so much as the divines) For th' motus primò primi to strong lines.
Less hard 'tis, not to err ourselves, than know Well, since the soil then does not naturally bear
If our forefathers err'd or no. Verse, who (a devil) should import it here?
When we trust men concerning God, we then For that to me would seem as strange a thing
Trust not God concerning men. As who did first wild beasts int' islands bring; Visions and inspirations some expect Unless you think that it might taken be,
Their course here to direct; As Green did Gondibert, in a prize at sea :
Like senseless chymists their own wealth destroy, But that's a fortune falls not every day;
Imaginary gold t' enjoy: 'Tis true Green was made by it ; for they say So stars appear to drop to us from sky, The parl'ament did a noble bounty do,
And gild the passage as they fly; And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and But when they fall, and meet th’ opposing ground, fifteenths too.
What but a sordid slime is found ?
And fast, that they may dream of meat;
And bastard forms obtrude;
So Endor's wretched sorceress, although
She Saul through his disguise did know,
Yet, when the devil comes up disguis'd, she cries, The Phenix Truth did on it rest,
“ Behold! the Gods arise.” And built his perfum'd nest:
In vain alas ! these outward hopes are try'd; . That right Porphyrian tree which did true logic Reason within's our only guide; shew.
Reason, which (God be prais'd!) still walks, for all Each leaf did learned notions give,
Its old orig'nal fall; And th' apples were demonstrative:
And, since itself the boundless Godhead join'd So clear their colour and divine,
With a reasonable mind, The very shade they cast did other lights out-shine. It plainly shows that mysteries divine "Taste not,” said God,“ tis mine and angels' May with our reason join. meat;
The holy book, like the eighth sphere, does shine A certain death doth sit,
With thousand lights of truth divine :
So numberless the stars, that to the eye
Yet Reason must assist too; for, in seas
So vast and dangerous as these, Grew so more blind, and she
Our course by stars above we cannot know, Who tempted him to this grew yet more blind Without the compass too below. than he.
Though Reason cannot through Faith's mysteries The only science man by this did get,
see, Was but to know he nothing knew :
It sees that there and such they be ; He straight his nakedness did view,
Leads to Heaven's door,and there does humbly keep, His ignorant poor estate, and was asham'd of it. And there through chinks and key-holes peep; Yet searches probabilities,
Though it, like Moses, by a sad command, And rhetoric, and fallacies,
• Must not come into th' Holy Land,
Yet thither it infallibly does guide, • The name of one of the castles in Jersey.
And from afar 'tis all descry'de