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Parnaſſus Aboriens: OR, SOME SPARKES OF Poeſie.

By R.W. Philomuſ.

Ovid: Triſt: 5. Eleg: 1: Hic quoque talis erit, qualis fortuna Poetae, Invenies toto Carmine dulce nihil.

LONDON, Printed in the Year; 1664.
ITER ORIENTALE: Performed in Aprill, 1662. A Templar, who had's Littleton diſſolv'd, Eaten his Cook, &'s Kitchin pawn'd, reſolv'd To take the aire, and for his recreation To grant his broken window's a vacation. Leaving his fellow-Students for to eat Their wheaten Trenchers in the ſtead of Meat: The only heyrlome that's traduc't from Conſump is hic forte aliis, ut vertere morſus Exiguam in Cererem penuria adegit edendi: E • violare man • , maliſque audacibus orbem Fatalis cr • ſti, patulis nec parcere quadris. Virg: Aeu: 7. thoſe Tr • jans, which they their anceſtors ſuppoſe. But firſt to Lealbare' a goes, where he Was wont to meet with the Fraternitie. There found a Draper, who his ſhop had drunk, And truſted all his Wares unto a Punk. Him he engag'd for ſympathy of ſtate As convoy, to encounter ſim'lar fate. And, ſee the ſtrange concurrence of their wills, He, in his own, his friends deſire fulfills. As courtlike Gallants uſe to doe, he meant To wait upon a Lady into Kent Then there in company, a pretty woman, For diſpoſit'on coy, and yet not common. Well, time's prefixed, and we all provide To take advantage of the morning tyde. Thus ſuffrages agreeing the debate Was ended, and we p rt for it grew late. Next morn' the Lady (who receiv'd a ſhot O'er night by th' Paph'an Archer, but knew not From whence it came, for th' ſubtile boy did lye Behind the Sable Curtains of an Eye. Yet th' ſymptomes were ſo poignant, that they broke Morpheus his le de • locks and burſt his yoak.) As ſoon as Phoſpher had his courſe begun Aroſe and did anticip • te the • un: Haſtens to th' meetingplace, and there attends Th' • ppro • ch of her deſiderated friends. At laſt, but not ſo ſoon as ſhe deſir'd, With longing expect • tion well near tyr'd, Through the Tralucent-glaſs ſhe did eſpye The blind Where's Footbal's doom'd for company. Her ſurly p • ſs ons being thus • ppe • s • d O res were at hand, to waft us when we pleas'd, To Belines gate, • nd now twastime for Thames, By th' help of th retrogade aſpiring ſtreams, Was at his Zenith, and would quickly wend Along with th • Paſſ • ge-boat towards Graves-end. So off we thrun and ſtem the watry tract But 't ſeems the Watermen were not exact In calculat'on for before we can Arrive at th' Key from th' almoſt ſinging Swan, The Water ebb'd ſo f • ſt, the Graveſend boat Was put from th'ſtairs riding along a float. And we, bec • uſe the Barge was gone before's, Were well content to truſt our ſelves in Oares. So down we haſted, and they'd quickly born's With a ſide winde beyond the Cuckold's hornes. But from that port, ſcarce halfe a mile had went, Before the Reaches grew more turbulent. So that the boat with lofty tolutation, Struck fear in ſome, in others a vexation; Becauſe ſome fear'd, and th' Lady was full loath To lye invelop'd in the courſe Tilt-cloath. Such is the nature of timidity Though ſeeing caus'd it, yet ſhe lov'd to ſee. At laſt a long-wing'd Pinnace, which was bound For ſome remoter bay, did more aſtound. The luſty lazy lubbers ceaſe to row, And, having leave a little way to tow, Croſs'd o'er to meet their Scyph, and here appears Their utmoſt skill, and our extreameſt feares For, had we gone too faſt our boat h • d ſplit, Too ſlow, we could not have o'ertaken it. Thus in a ſtrange Dilemma we avoid Scyll' and Charybdis and to th' boat are ty'd. And now with Eaglewinged ſpeed we plow The watry ridges, and can ſcarce tell how We are ſo faſt tranſported, but at laſt Their Sails begin to flag, and we as faſt Releaſe our prow which was faſt bound to them, And truſt to th' mercey of a r • ging ſtream. Which ſometimes throws us up into the Sky, And ſometimes lets us fall to hell well nigh. Meanwhile we lye ſupinely on our backs, One laughs, one ſings, another fears a Wrack: And therefore her ejaculations ſends To the ſupreme Director to defend's; And ſo he did indeed, at laſt we land All ſ • fe on the long wiſh'd-for Kentiſh ſtrand. And here the Lyon is the word, where we Turn'd off Canary-bowls with jollitie. Thus after ſtorms of ſighs, and ſhowres of tears, Joy, when it comes, moſt joviall appears. But th'clock ſtrikes One, and fourteen miles to ride, 'Tis time for thoſe to goe that want a guide. But ye're moſt vile Exactors that ye are, Five ſhillings for a double horſe ſo farre? What is the reaſon that ye thus exact, 'Bove other Engliſhmen in each compact? Is't cauſe thoſe Travellors which touch your border, May be deterred from proceeding farther? Or that Exoticks which are outward bound, May have cauſe to forſwear the Engliſh ground? Hereby you verifie thoſe Viſam Bri • annos hoſpitib • s feros. Hor: Car: 3. Od: 4. imputations Impos'd upon's of old by foreign Nations. But we're for Rocheſter, where we ſurvay The ſtately Bridge, and Chatham's royall Bay. And 'mongſt the reſt the Crown mu'nt be forgot, Where we muſt needs alight and drink a pot. There we are ſhew'd the Room which did contain The Majeſty of Britain's Soveraign: And the great Bed he lay in as he went Towards his Throne from direfull baniſhment. But we ſoon mount again, and fix our ſtation Nigh th' Ham to which frogs give denomination. Next day we traverſe the enamel'd Fields, And view the rarities Pomona yeilds. Walk thoſe Quincunc' all Cherry-orchards round, From Stroma to the hoary-Rock renown'd. Able to glut Voluptas with delight, And dull old Avariti's appetite. 'Tis with exub'rant ſweets ſo well endow'd, That, maugre oppoſit'on, I'll conclude Kent is old Alb'on's Eden for delight, And his Heſperides for all but ſite. But what is this that thus diſturbs my reſt? Sure Love hath taken Seiſin of my breaſt. Celarent's Prodroma and I muſt be Subjugated in ſigne of ſlavery. Ah poor Medea, how I Non ignara mali, miſeris ſuccurrere diſco. Virg: Aen: 1. pitty thoſe Whoſe reaſon doth their love, like Sed trahit invitam nova vis; aliudque Cupido, Mens aliud ſuade; video meliora proboque, Deteriora ſequor— Ovid: Metam: 7. thine, oppoſe! But I ſubmit old boy, and will ſit ſtill Let Hymen and the ſiſters work their will. By this time Phoebus Patron of the Bayes Unlock'd the Daiſy five times with his rayes. Soe we returne again, and take no care Who muſt defray the fundling bill of fare.
THE CHRONICLE Inſulting Anna firſt poſſes't Th' Elective Empire of my breaſt. But ſhe ſtill kept me in ſuch ſlavery, I could not long admit her tyranny. So I dethron'd her, and a while With her was monarchy exil'd. For Pegg and Sal yeares three or foure Rul'd by a Conſulary pow'r. But yet I ſeemed well amended now, For theſe indulgent Queens did but allow Me too much freedome, which provok'd My Rebell-heart to quit their yoak. Then reign'd Elizabeth the firſt That bears that n • me, and moſt accurſt. ••• all the priviledges that were done 〈◊〉 her for me were by compulſion. And what man is there but believes The will enhanceth what one gives. Then Beſſe the ſecond bore the ſway, Untill the helme was pluck't away 〈◊〉 of her hand by the admired Anne, •••• gh not the firſt yet ſecond unto none. And ſhe had reigned untill now 〈◊〉 that the Fates would not allow. Then did depoſed Beſſe ariſe And firſt began to tyrannize. Intending, but ſhe was deceiv'd, thereby To frowne a Rebell into loyalty. For ANNE the third poſſeſt the chair Whom God grant Atr'pos long may ſpare.
Ʋpon a Kiſſe. Dialogue Sylvanus. Cupid. Sylv. I Pre'thee Cupid tell me this, What pleaſure is there in a kiſſe? I've kiſs'd our Mopſa's lips, but ne'er Could find one jot of ſweetneſſe there. Cup. Poor ſilly ſwain 't no wonder is Thou could'ſt not taſte that ſubtile bliſſe. Tis ſublimated farre above All ſenſe but what's inſpir'd by Love. Sylv. I cannot chuſe but laugh to ſee A boy fraught with ſuch ſubtilty. To make's believe ſuch ſweets there dwell Which nought but Ignorance can tell. Cup. Peace daring mortall rul'd by ſenſe, Blaſpheme not mine omnipotence. Leaſt with this ſhaft, my thunder, I Do burne thee for thy Haereſy. Sylv. Alas blind boy do'n't think that I Regard thy weak Artillery. Goe, ſhoot at Sparrows not at Hearts Mine here defyes thy ſharpeſt darts. Cup. This bowe made Phaebus yeild to me, And now, raſh youth, it ſhall wound thee.— Now goe and ſee if thou can'ſt taſt The ſweets of Lovers chiefe repaſt.
Novembris. 16. Sylv. I've been and ſeen and taſted more Than e'er I could diſcerne before. And now conclude no pow'r's above That Oecumenick Monarch, Love. Such kiſſes Oſcala libavit natae.—Virg: Aenead. 1. Erycina gave To Jove her father, when ſhe'd crave A reſpite for her wandring boy Eſcaping from the flames of Troy. Nor were her nameſake's ought behind By th' Lovers Alchymy refin'd. The Magiſter all Non voluptaoſim ſicat Suavium, nec religioſum tantum vel •• Oſculum, nec fictiti • m • anquam Baſium, nec laſciv • m uti 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 , ſed Quinta quaedam eſſentia hiſce omnibus elimatior. Quinteſſence Of 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . Theo • : 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . 28 ſuavity and Innocence. And now the Heptarchs of the skyes With us did ſeem to ſympathize. The King of Poets and the Queen Of Love were in Nov. 16. Hor. 8. ☉ and ♀ in Conjunction from whence ſhe became Oriental.— conjunct'on ſeen. Hence, by a Praedeſigne of Fate, Her Or'entality beares date. And my Ianthe ſhines to me As bright a Morning-ſtar as ſhe. Chorus. Let Rebels now his rule diſclaim, For my part I Love's Liegeman am: And henceforth Orthodox will be In worſhipping his Deity. Obeying his Poppoean law Which keeps the Univerſe in awe.
The Paralell. LEt Nature's Cabaliſts explore the cauſe That Ignivomous mount' hath ſtop'd his jawes, Who with his often eructat'ons hurl'd, Such flames as us'd to terrify the world. Thoſe ſubterran'an fires, though there at reſt, Have broken out, I feel, within my breaſt. My heart is now Veſuvius, that flame Wherein I broyl, proves Vulcan is not lame. Here Sirius ſtill reigns, nor can I find The leaſt abatement by Etes'an wind. That ſeeming Amphitheatre, where eye Ne'er ſaw ought perſonate but Vacancy, Is here becom the real place where lyes Both Scene and Stage of my long Tragedies By Erycina acted; and beneath Her Statue's fix't crown'd with a victors wreath. But here we differ, that fire us'd to be Kindled to bode ſome dire Cataſtrophe: And ſo was tranſient, or did admit Reſpite for want of ſtuff to cheriſh it. But theſe great Conflagrations which I Endure (alaſs) do ſtill receive ſupply Of Fuel to augment them, while the ſame Proves both Incendiary, and the flame.
Upon the Ides of March. Onomaſticon. PEruſing my old Kalend r, I find This day to great Idibus eſt Annae feſtum geniale perennae, Hand procul a ripis, advena Tybri, tuis. Ovid: Faſt: 3. Perenna's feaſt aſſign'd: Which hard by Tyber's banks was wont to be Celebrated with much ſolemnity. But ſith their Flamins left it in ſuſpence Who 'twas did merit ſuch preeminence, Whether the Moon, Themis, Eliſa's ſiſter, Or her Jove made a Cow becauſe he kiſs'd her. I hope I may without offence apply't To one that more deſerves that Epithet. For all our Druids have long ſince forſook Theſe Woods wherein they once ſuch pleaſure took. And no Remayns can ſhew what Rituals Serv'd at theſe antiquated Feſtivals. Here then I'll ſit, and in my fancy raiſe A Fane for Erycina's ann'all praiſe. Wherein our Oreads and Hamadryads, Our Seagreen Nereids, and our clearskin'd Naiads, Shall yearly the new Operas recite As was the cuſtome in the Illic & cantant, quiicquid didicere Theatris. Ovid: Faſt. 3. former rite, Then 'tſhall appear Ianthe doth excell The famous goſſip of our Buxton well. Then Decio ſhall be in more repute Than ſhe that Malta's Knights did inſtitute. She that tought Ladies firſt to ride aſide Shall be by Amaranta then outvy'd. And Polyonoma more right ſhall ſhew, Then any other can pretend, thereto. Then future ages may perhaps believe The yeare, to which ſhe Etymon doth give, Hence took Nec mihi parva fides annos hinc iſſe priores Anna quod hoc coep • a eſt menſe Perenna coli. Id: Ibid. 〈◊〉 beginning: While my Muſe ſhall do Her beſt to make this Anne Perenna too. And I will unto nothing elſe aſpire But ſo much happineſs as not t' (c) Nil admirari, prope res eſt una, Numici, Sola que quae poſſit facere & ſervare bea • ū Hor: lib: 1. Ep: 6. admire.
To Idonea Upon her diſtruſt of his conſtancy. CAn Fiſhes live i'th' aire? can Eagles creep Along the caverns of the raging deep? Can Salamanders change their Element? Or can the lean Camel'on break up Lent, Uſurp old Amphitrite's proper ward, And feed o'th' Nobles of the ſcaly herd? Can Rivers loſe their way, and backward run Unto the Fountains where their Stre • ms begun? Can Rocks forget their ponderoſity, And ſoare like atomes in the azure Sky? Can Bladders ſound the Cataracts of Nile, Or the abyſſe of Canacus his hill? Can th' Needle turne to th' South? Can Magnets fly From Iron by innate antipathy? Can th' Orbes oth' Planets ceaſe? Can fixt Stars fall, And lye like Briſtel-Diamends on this ball? Can Fire deſcend? Can Water ſcale the cliff Of Athos, or aſpiring Tenariff? Canth' Earth turne fluid, and expoſe to view Her weighty treaſure like the pearly dew? Can Aire condens'd grow ponderous, and flit Unto the Centre as it's proper ſeat? Can Nature abrog • te thoſe lawes which ſhe Confirm'd to laſt to perpetuity? If ſo, you have ſome cauſe to deem that I Apoſtatize from vow'd fidelity. Oh no, my Deare, that wound, which in my heart The winged boy made with his golden dart, Is not ſo ſuperſic'al to admit Abſence or objects for to pall'ate it; Much leſs recure, what ev'ry SIGHT of thee Doth bruiſe, and every WORD doth ſcarify. What ev'ry TOUCH doth venome and make ſwell, What ev'ry KISSE doth make incurable. What will't be then, when th' — 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . Heſ. in 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . Black-ey'd Queen ſhail ſqueeze Into our cups the QUINTESSENCE of theſe? That Quinta parte ſai Nectaris — Hor: Carm: 1. Od: 13. Qain que etenim ſunt partes amoris, Aſpectus, Colloquiū, Tactus, Oſculum, Concubitus, diſticho illo Ovidiano complexa, Ut praeſens ſpectem Cingram, tangamque, loquarque. Oſcalaque admoveam, ſi nil conceditur ultra. Metam: 10. fifth part of her Nectar? Which may I And thou long drink without ſatiety. For while that Morta deigns to ſpare my thred, By all the pleaſures of thy Nupt'all bed I will be thine, and common fairs deteſt, And in this reſolution IREST, &c.
An ELO / EGIE Upon the death of the Incomparable Violiſt FRANCES POLEWHEELE deceaſed April, 12. 1663. BUT can'ſt thou goe great ſoul of Melody, And not a Bard vouchſafe an Elegy? No, that thou ſhalt not, from my blooming yeares Accept this tribute of a Siſter's tears. Methinks I ſee thee mount thy Pedeſtal, And hear the Organs play the Gradual. Methinks I ſee thee ſt ll poſſeſs thy chair Running divis'on on thy Lyd'an Aire. While the attentive croud amazed ſtand At the Aſpend'an touches of thy hand. Whereby more men to virtue thou didſt call Than th' Author ſtones unto the Theban wall. Had'ſt thouſ yl'd to Anticyra, thou might'ſt— Have play'd a Motet in divineſt rites. They that went from thee diſcompos'd in ſpirit Do Pindar's heavy cenſure juſtly merit. Thou mad'ſt in • nimates extatick too, Which Orpheus, nor Arion, ne'er could do. Their Agathon'an lightneſs made them dance, But thine put ev'ry tree in • o a trance. Na, Lacheſis was ſo attentive grown Unto thy part, that ſhe forgat her own. And ſo through inadvertency ſhe left Spinning, and wretch • d us of thee bereft. Oh fatal Girle! had ſhe knowne what ſhe did She would not have ſo ſoon put up thy thred. Or had'ſt thou taken but thy Viol with thee, Minos would have had nothing to ſay to thee. That might the incorrupted bench have brib'd, And forc'd the Judges to have thee repriv'd. But now expoſtulat'ons are in vain, No hopes my Muſe ſhall fetch thee back again. Wherefore I'll dreyn the torrent of her eyes, And leave the Sphoeres to ſing thy obſequies.
To Erycina, Upon her retirement to Norwich. Madam, SIth 'tis your pleaſure to deprive Us of that influence by which we live, Permit your poor Devoto to recount To what his infoelicities amount. Which, though they be as Foelix qui patitur quae numerare poteſt. Ovid: Tr: 5. El: 1. numberleſs as true, Are all ſumm'd up in this, his loſs of you Who only are not heaven, whil'ſt his all Of comfort left is that they're Quem fata cogunt, ille cum venia eſt miſer. Sen: Hip: Act: 2 Veniall. When firſt mine eyes theſe hidden flames reveal'd, Which, to increaſe my woes my tongue Eſt aliquid fatale malū per verba levare. Ov: loc: praecit: conceal'd, By miſconſtruction you did reprove That ſilence which doth Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes ſtupent. Sen: Hip: Ibid. Pervia dant vada plus mur muris, alta nihil. Incert. magnify my love. In modeſty diſtruſting that try'd dart Your light'ning eye, which, though it pierc'd my heart, Yet I was forc'd to love and to endure, With confidence in Telephus his Vulnus in Herculeo quae quondam fecerat hoſte Vulneris auxiliū Pelias haſta tulit. Ovid: Rem: Amor: lib. 1. — Opuſ que meae bis ſenſit Telephus haſtae. Idem: Metam: 12. cure. But now that love, (alaſs) which us'd to be Fed with his proper Spes eſt quae capiat, ſpes eſt quae paſcat amorē O • : Met: 9. food, by Cachexy Lives onely on it's contrary deſpair More ſubtle than the lean Camel'on's fare. And yet he Quo que minor ſpes eſt hoc magis ille capit. Id: Faſ: 2 • Iphis amar qua poſſe frui deſperat, & auget Hoc ipſam flammas — Id: Metam: 9. thrives upon't, although I try All ſhifts for to evade's Ʋbiquity. Now with ſome friends I taſt of Tu potes inſanae veneris compeſcere faſtus, &c Prop: • : 3. El: 15 Saepe t • o cecidit m • nere vict • s amor. Tibul: lib: 3. El: 6. Liber's wealth, And drink the Poets Qui muſas amat impares Ternos ter cyathos attonitus pe • et Va • es—Hor: Carm: 3. Od: 19. Nonade to your health. Then with Diana in the woods I chear My Vel tu venandi ſtudium cole, ſaepe receſſit Turpi • er a Phoebi victa ſorore Venus Ovid: Rem: Am: 1: hounds in eager chace of Fox, or Deer. Yet allin vain, my heart doth ſtill reſent Thoſe fires your abſence will, I fear, Phillida Demophoon praeſens moderatius uſſit. Exarſit velis accius illa datis. Id: Art: Amat: 2. augment. Though had I kept them Occulte ſi quis amavit, amet. Id: Triſt: 3. El: 4. ſecret they might then Have had the honour to have Omnis amor magnus, ſed aperto in conjuge major, Hanc Venus, ut vivat, ventilat ipſa facem. Prop: 4. El: 3. greater been. But curſed Anteloquia, whoſe tongue Firſt did your matchleſs innocence that wrong, Was made a Make privy to your dealing as few as you may, For three may keep a counſel if twain be away Chau: fo: 323 third, and cheated by her —An & hae ſimulare docentur? Hae quo que habent arres, qua que jabentur eunt. Ov: Heroid: 2. tears My hopes of their increaſe are turn'd to fears. For which may all thoſe miſerable evils That ever were contriv'd by Duns or Devils Light on her: Or, what's worſe, O let her be Full as unhappy as ſhe hath made me. Now, through my fancy's opticks I perceive The Trinobantine Virgins take their leave: With what unwillingneſs they ſtrive to ſpell The parting lover's Shibboleth farewell. Such as thoſe matrons valedict'on, when Pompey's —Quam vix ſi caſtra mariti Victoris peteret, ſiccis dimittere matres Jam poterant occulis; tanto devinxit amore Hos pudor, hos probitas; caſti que modeſtia vultus. Luc: Ph: 8: Cornelia left Mitylene. And reaſon good, we by your abſence have Loſt more of happineſs than e'er you gave. For of all bad conditions his ſtate Is the moſt wretched who was fortunate. How bleſt, if their own happineſs they knew, Were thoſe Icenians enjoying you! Whoſe preſence onely's able to exclude, From the moſt wildring deſart ſolitude. And now to Norwich ſhall this glory add To reinſtate her in the place ſhe Tertia inſignis civitas appellatur Norvick, &c. Mu • ſt: Geog 2. Though Heylin and other our moderne Chorographers interpoſe Briſtow betwixt York and Norwich and reckon her as Drayton doth, Polyolb: Song 20. With Towns of high'ſt account the fourth of all the land. had: Uſurping Briſtow from her throne detrude, And ſeat her third of the firſt magnitude. Nay, what devotion old Bards expreſs'd In ſtanding with their faces tow'rds the Weſt 'Cauſe the Canary Iſles, which by them were So memoriz'd, are ſcituated there. Such and ſarre more to her ſhall moderns ſhew That's made more fortunate than Qu ••• olim fortunatae ſuerunt dictae ob nimiam ea • am fertilitatem. Munſt: Geog: 6. they by you. And with what Saint muſt that place be poſſeſt That makes the Poet thus to turne a Prieſt? But may you not yet prove what ſome ſuſpect, Unleſs in the Norſol • 'an Dialect, A mother there; and ſo ſeem to beguile's In your retirement with their famous Wyles. Your pardon, Madam, if my love offends, Which mine, as well as others, faith tranſcends. 'Tis not the ſhrine, though chief in nature's ſtore, It is the Saint that I ſo much adore. Which I hope ſtill I may, in ſpite of Fame, Without a Catachreſis terme the ſame. Tis true were chaſtity intail'd upon Deformed perſons by ſucceſſion, Whereby all thoſe that would be perfect Nuns Muſt be as ugly as th'Colanians; Perhaps I then might think thoſe cenſures true Which malice hath ſo often caſt on you: But now I muſt regard their words no more Then you did my neglected flames before. Thoſe flames which have conſuted all that thought You had no other beauty than you bought. For, though Parrhaſius his cloath might be Exact enough to cheat a Zeuxis eye As much as did his painted Grapes the birds, Of ſuch a thing no hiſtory affords A preſident; Apelles ne'er could turne A painted fire ſo right to make it burne. So that I cannot yet deny, what's due From all unto Licet concupiſcentiae amore puella pulchra amari magis quam turpis deſiderer; vi tamen Naturae, quae complexio eſt temperantior, continentior atque moratior erit. Aug: Niphi de Pulch: Cap: 59. formoſity and you, A good opinion, although I know Thoſe many ſnares that —Cuneis an habent ſpectacala totis Quod ſecuras ames quod que inde excerpere poſſis? Ju: ſat: 6. Primus ſollicitos feciſti Romule ludos, Cum juvit viduos rapta ſabina viros. &c. Scilicet ex illo ſolennia more theatra Nunc quo que formoſis inſidioſa manent. Ov: Art: Amat: 1. place ſubjects you to. For, by the aide of your chaſt 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . Phoeyl: in Nov. ſoul, you ſcorne All their aſſaults whether by mine or ſtorme. And, while ſome tugg at little Rumwald's ſhrine, And others Wilfrid's needle think too fine Becauſe they cannot thred it, you defye All theſe Criterions of chaſtity. And, when you enter Hymen's bonds, and ſo Shall have a Joynture of a double Vae nobis inquit conjux, at vae mihi coelebs, Vae noſtrum ſimplex ergo tuum que duplex. Aud: l: 1 Ep: 132. woe, Should he be blind again, I dare aſſure Pheron might here obtain a ſecond cure. Nor need you fear the The Storke wreker of Advoutrie Chauc: fol: 235. Stork, nor to try all Your iſſue by the —In terram parvus cam deciditinfans, Ne qua ſit externae Veneris miſtura timentes, Laetifica dubios explorant aſpide partus. Luc: Pharſ: 9. Pſylline Ordeal. No, thither you remove to ſhun this noiſe, And taſt the ſweetneſs of retired joyes: Secure in innocence to hate and pitty The toyl and croud of this unweildy city. Whil'ſt we the Orphan Theatre frequent, Depriv'd o'th' patronage your beauty lent. Better than that which once love would not let Ovid, Maugre his exile, to Eque domo rurſus pulchrae loca vertor ad urbis, Cuncta que mens ocalis praevidet illa ſuis; Nunc fora, nunc aedes, nunc marmore tecta theatra. Ov • de Pont: 1. El 8. forget, 'Cauſe from obſcenity reform'd; although Our Zealots think it not reform'd enough. They threaten't with a thorow reformation Taken according to the laſt tranſlation. And how that verſion did change the ſenſe Some of our Churches too much evidence. Thus doth the Ignis fatuus delude That Bellua multorum es capitum—Hor: lib: 1. Epiſt: 1. many headed beaſt the multitude. So have I ſeen a Monkey break a glaſs Becauſe it did reflect his ugly face. But there you are exempt, and uncontrol'd May laugh at th' dotage of this aged world; And in thoſe Norvico veteri locas eſt conterminus urbi Montoſus, maltis umbroſis conſitus ornis. Oc: Angl: Prael: 2. Aſhen groves theſe fools lament That realize what you did repreſent. O may the Marſhland baily ne'er arreſt you, Nor any other malady moleſt you. But may your life, and that long, alwaies be As free from ſorrow as diſhoneſty. So wiſheth he who hopes in time to prove His verſe is farre inferiour to's love.
To Janus. Upon the new year. REview old Janus with thy backward face All paſt years by time's footſteps thou can'ſt trace Search his dull mouldy Annals, try to find An year like this which thou haſt left behind. Such grand remarques as Phoebus ne'r did ſee Since he and's Siſter ſlept in Me Chaos antiqui (nam res ſum priſca) vocabant, Adſpice quam longi temporis acta canam. Ovid: Faſt: 1. Chaos thee. At the laſt Seſſion when all the Gods Were ſummon'd, Love, and Hymen were at odds About a buſineſs then mov'd; which jars Alarm'd to theſe much more that civill wars, Scarce to be reconcil'd; I wiſh that wine Were not the cauſe and ſo the Trumpet Some Mythologiſts give the etymon of Janus from 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 wi • e; becauſe, as Noah, he taught men the uſe thereof. thine. But they're reſolv'd, although againſt her will, Dunmow ſhall keep her ſtinking Bacon ſtill. Whil'ſt I, ſupported on mine either hand By hope and patience climbe an Sicat aſcenſus arenoſus in pedihas veterani, ſic malier lingnata homini quieto. Siracides. Cap: 25. hill of ſand. And now thou Turn-key to the Quicquid abi que vides, cael • m, mare, nabila, terras, Omnia ſant noſtro clauſa patent que manu. Ov: Faſt: 1. Univerſe, Who do'ſt with thy al-ſeeing eye diſperſe The miſts of ignorance, (If o'er the fates Thou haſt that pow'r as o'er Praeſideo foribus coeli cum mitibus horis, It redit officio Jupiter ipſe meo. Idem: Ibid: Olympus gates) See if in their Decretals thou can'ſt find An end unto this am'rous war aſſign'd. And when Portumnus thou do'ſt next ſurvey Thy Kingdome ſcituate ith' Belgick ſea, Before the reſt let my beloved Yar Receive a pledge of thy pecul'ar care. Upon whoſe happy banks there doth reſide Auguſta's loſs, and the Icen'an pride My Amaranta, whom perhaps thou may'ſt Encounter walking on the marine waſt. Going to ſee the wanton Nereids keep Their Revels in the curled German deep. If ſo, ſollicite her to grant a truce, And let my heart, her long ſince captive, looſe. If ſhe deny't (but ſpeak as ſuppl'ants uſe) Get thy beloved Carna to infuſe Some of her principles, her name alone Apply'd can make her verify her Auna Heb. 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 . Gratioſa, five miſericors, aut requieſcens, vel donans. Stephanus in Etymolog. owne And 'twixt theſe Gods a moderator be To reconcile their dire hoſtility; To which if ſhe a per'ode pleaſe to put, Tell her ſhe muſt Love's Janus-Temple ſhut.
Satyricon. PEace teſty dotard, wilt thou ſtill diſpence The ruſty rules of thy experience? Thy Axioms to us but onely be True ſigns of thy deceptibility. For thou didſt once as much approve what now Thou ſeem'ſt to us ſo much to diſallow. So that thy errour's plain, for it would be, Monſtrous ſhould contradictorys agree. And is't not reaſon we ſhould now ſuſpect The Organs of thy purblnd Intellect. A conſtant ſymptome of that Senectas ipſa eſt morbus—Ter: Phorm: Act: 4. Scen: 1. malady Which bends thee with its Syr. Nequeo me caſter, tantum eſt oneris quod fero. Dor. Quid oneris? Syr. Annos octoginta & quatuor. Pla: (Mer: Ac: 4. S: 1. ponderoſity. Goe to the Earth, wherto thou tend'ſt, and ſee That Mans'on which muſt hold thy droſs and thee. For ye will never part while thou'rt alive, If when thou'rt dead; a man as well may ſtrive To wean the Steel from th' Agat as to hold Thee from th' embraces of thy God thy Gold, Which ſtil is worſhip'd though there's nought whereby To prove the cuſtome but the —Vitium commune omnium eſt Quod nimium ad rem in ſenecta attenti ſumus. Ter: Adelph: Act: 5. Scen: 8. frequency. Such a magnetick virtu's in that bed To which thou'd'ſt have thy ſons too married. Notorious blindneſs to have Cupid be Guided by Fortune who's as blind as he. But what talk I of Cupid now? his bow, Alaſs was broken many years agoe. There's no ſuch thing as love remains, thoſe darts Which wound the hardeſt adamantine hearts. The dowry —Veniant a dote fagittae. Juv: Sat: 6. throws, and nothing's thought ſo bad As that good Statute which Virgines ſine dote nubere juſſit, ut uxores non pecuniae cauſa eligerenter, ſeveriaſque matrimonia ſ • a viri coercerent, cam nullis fraenis dotis tenerentur. Munſi: Geog: 4. Lycurgus made. O! what egreg'ous cow'rdiſe 'tis to be Led captive by ſo weak an enemy! Poor feeble bloodleſs trunk, where haſt thou loſt Thoſe brave heroick ſtreams which thou did'ſt boaſt Ran in thy veins? Was't ſome Romantick ſtrayn Drew that Chimoera from thy tow'ring brain? I think ſo too, Nobility's nought elſe But a meer name created by our ſelves. But ſuch a wench deſerves not ſuch a Lord Becauſe her ruſtick birth cannot afford Enough Eaſterling thouſands for to be A counterpoize to his nobility. Yet this is no embargo to his courſe, Though't be a common Aphoriſme, the ſource Of whoſe affection is true love, a mint That hath a mixture o'th' Platonick in't. That man's pretended ardour's but deſire Which needs ſuch fuel to maintain his fire. And who would ſtand upon this word call'd birth? Heroick ſouls oft lodge in humble earth. Si Natura negat facit indignatio verſum Qualemcunque poteſt—Juv. Sat. 1.
A Map of the World. THis World's a Theatre whereon are acted Blind Fortune's plays; And 'tis ſo commodiouſly compacted It ſerves alwayes: Sometimes ſhe repreſents a Tragick ſcene Then party ones; And then inſtead of Coruſes between Chants Comick tones: Thus by viciſſitudes her wheel alwayes Degrades and elevates what ſpoakes ſhe pleaſe. Juſt now ſhe'll throw a man into the aire Of pop lar breath; Then let him fall into the hell deſpair And tempt his death: Nay I obſerve thoſe Dung-bred ſcarabyes Which hate the light, Hov'ring upon her wings aloofe i'th' Skyes Ere it be night: So blind is Plutus who promoting Braves Dooms more deſerving ones to be their ſlaves. Here goes a Gallant hurr'ed on before's In Fortunes lap, Who talks of nothing but his hounds or whores, Or elſe a clap: At laſt he doth repent, when 'tis too late, That e'er he ſee one; When they have brought him to the curriſh fate Of poor Acteon. So Phoebus paſſing the Merid'an line Admits no Remora but muſt decline. There runs a Poet that's in need of Money And ſo purſues him, Begging for Patronage and Patrimony Though he abuſe him: Yet ſtill his fancy domineers in ſpite And cares not for her, But flouts at Fortune's fooliſh favorites Who thus adore her. And that's the reaſon why this purblind whore Hath Poets doom'd inevitably poor. Walk o'er the forked hill, I doe not think There is one there But out of th' horſe's footing uſed to drink For want beere. They'll ſing thy praiſe in hope to gain thereby Exchange for verſe; Like thoſe that waiting on the Chilterne lye For paſſengers. And when thou do'ſt returne thoul't ſay, I know it, The way to begg'ry's to be firſt a Poet. Here ſails a Merchant with an eager chaſe Purſuing wealth; Who, ſo that he can ſtow it up a pace Scornes eaſe or health: Through ſtormy ſeas to both the Indies flyes To ſetch home's wares, And when his Cue of Exit comes he dyes, And leaves it's heirs. And they in recompence will let him ly Perhaps within a tomb of Porphyrie. There walks a plodding Student beating's brains About a notion, Another ſtands muſing on lofty ſtrains Of Elocution; A third conſumes his oyl and wealth to dive Hermetick myſteries, Till at the laſt perhaps he doth perceive His groſs ſimplicities, For the moſt learned onely come to know After all's done that they are nothing ſo. Here wades a Farmer wearing time and leather To fill his barnes, Drives on regarding neither wind nor weather Nor Nocturne harmes; Goes to bed late, and antedates the day To look his ſheep, Where if he miſſeth one that's gone aſtray He cannot ſleep; And after all his breath and labour's ſpent Death tells him he muſt leave his tenement. There ſits a Miſer hugging of his cheſt Full fraught with treaſure, Who for anxiety can't take his reſt Nor any pleaſure; But as he's caſting up's accounts Death comes And finds him ſet And tells him he muſt loſe his ill-gott' ſums, Pay Nature's debt, And leave what he on Uſury hath lent Unto his heyrs to be profuſely ſpent. Here lyes a Sould'er clap in maſſy ſteel Upon the ground Who, when he wakes, for numneſs cannot feel His deepeſt wound; Then up he gets and toed'ous march aſſumes To meet his foes, Where he perhaps may get ſome coſtly plumes Or elſe he goes To bed with's fathers; Thus men ſtrive to have A toylſome life or honourable grave. Such is this World which we may well compare Unto a bubble, Where ev'ry one that comes takes pains and care To purchaſe trouble, Thinking perhaps it will eternize them, I can't tell why, Though they live Neſtor or Methuſalem Yet they muſt dye. And after th' revolut'on of few yeares Are quite forgot'as if they never were. Thus we are ſent upon this ſpac'ous ſtage To act our parts, Some goe off Mutes, others ſigh out an age In ach and ſmarts. The Earth is our Proſcenium where we Tire and retire, Laudabam primum ego mortuos ipſos qui jam ſine mortui prae vivis qui vivant adhac: Sed melior poſtea utriſque viſus eſt qui adhuc non fair, qui non vidit malum iſtud peſſimum quod ſit ſub ſole. Solom. Eccleſ. Cap. 3. V. 24, 25. Wherefore than th'living happy'r they that be Long ſince expir'd, And than them both ſuch as have never been Nor theſe innumerable evills ſeen. FINIS