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Vaine honour is a play of diners parts,
(As if the painters with new art would strive, Where fained words and gestures please our hearts; Por feare of bugs, to keepe poore men aline) 'Tie flatter'd audience are the actor's friends; But one, who from thy mother's wombe bath been But lose that title when the fable ends.
Thy friend and strict companion, though voseene, The faire desire that others should behold.
To leade thee in the right appointed way, Their clay well featur'd, their well temper'd mould, And crowne thy labours at the conqu’ring day. Ambitious mortals make their chiefe pretence, Vngratefull men, why dop you sicknesse loath, To be the obiects of delighted sense :
Which blessings giue in Heau'n, or Earth, or both?
OF TRUE LIBERTY.
He that from dust of worldly tumults fies,
May boldly open his vndazled eyes, It melts like waxe before the scorching faine. To reade wise Nature's booke, and with delight We cannot in thes? outward things be blest; Surueyes the plants by day, and starres by night. For we are sure to lose them; and the best We necde not trauaile, seeking wayes to blisse: Of these coutentments no such comfort beares, He that desires contentment, cannot misse : As may waigh equall with the doubts and feares
No garden walles this precious flower imbrace : Which fixe our minds on that vocertaine day, It common growes in eu'ry desart place. When these shall faile, most certaine to decay. Large scope of pleasure drownes vs like a flood, From length of life no happinesse can come, To rest in little, is our greatest good. But what the guilty feele, who, after doome, Learne ye that clime the top of Fortune's wheele, Are to the lothsome prison sent againe,
That dang'rous state which ye disdaine to feele : And there must stay to die with longer paine. Your highnesse puts your happinesse to fight, No earthly gift lasts after death, but fame; Your inward comforts fade with outward light, This gouernes men more carefull of their name Vnlesse it be a blessing not to know Than of their soules, which their vngodly taste This certaine truth, lest ye should pine for woe, Dissolues to nothing, and shall proue at last To see inferiours so diuinely blest Farre worse than nothing : prayses come too late, With freedome, and your selues with fetters prest. When man is not, or is in wretched state.
Ye sit like pris'ners barr'd with doores and chaines, But these are ends which draw the meanest hearts :
And yet no care perpetuall care restraines. Lat vs search deepe and trie our better parts : Ye striue to mixe your sad conceits with ioyes, O knowledge! if a Heau'a on Earth could be, By curious pictures and by glitt'ring toyes, I would expect to reape that blisse in thee:
While others are got hind'red from their ends, But thou art blind, and they that baue thy light, Delighting to conuerse with bookes or friends, More clearely know, they live in darksome night. And ljuing thus retir'd, obtaine the pow'r See, man, thy stripes at schoole, thy paines abroad, To reigne as kings, of euery sliding houre : Thy watching, and thy palenesse, well bestow'd : They walke by Cynthiae's light, and lift their eyes These feeble helpes can scholars neuer bring To view the ord’red armies in i he skies. To perfect knowledge of the plainest thing: The Heau’ns they measure with imagin'd lines, And some to such a height of learning grow, And when the northerne hemisphere declines, 'They die perswaded, that they nothing know. New constellations in the south they find, In vaine swift houres spent in deepe study slide, Whose rising may refresh the studious mind. Vnlesse the purchast doctrine curbe our pride. In these delights, though freedome shew more high, The soule, perswaded that no fading loue
Few can to things aboue their thoughts apply. Can equall her imbraces, seekes aboue :
But who is he that cannot cast his looke And now aspiring to a bigher place,
On earth, and read the beauty of that booke ? Is glad that all her comforts here are base. A bed of smiling How'rs, a trickling spring,
A swelling riuer, more contentment bring
Thus still the poore man hath the better part.
INORDINATE LOUE OF CREATURES. Endure a life worse than the worst disease : When sports and ryots of the restlesse night,
Au! who would loue a creature? who would place Breede dayes as thicke possest with fenny light: His heart, his treasure, in a thing so base? How oft have these (compellid by wholsome Which time consuming, like a moth destroyes, paine)
And stealing Death will rob him of bis joyes. Return'd to sucke sweet Nature's brest againe, Why lift we not our minds aboue this dust? And then could in a narrow compasse find
Haue we not yet perceiu'd that God is just, Strength for the body, clearenesse in the mind ? And hath ordaind the obiects of our loue And if Death come, it is not he whose dart, To be our scourges, when we wanton proue? Whose scalpe, and bones, afflict the trembling Go, carelesse man, in vaine delights proceed, heart :
Thy fansies and thine outward senses feede,
And bind thy selfe, thy fellow-seruant's thrall : And since he takes the throne of Louo exil'd,
great. Expect not Eden in a thorny waste,
If common drunkards onely can expresse Where grow no faire trees, no smooth riuers swell, To life the sad effects of their excesse: Here onely losses and afflictions dwell.
How can I write of Loue, who ncuer felt These thou bewaylist with a repining voyce, His dreadfull arrow, nor did euer melt Yet knew'st before that mortal was thy choyse. My heart away before a female flame, Admirers of false pleasures must sustaine
Like waxen statues, which the pitches frame ? The waight and sharpenesse of insuing paine. I must confesse, if I knew one that had
Bene poyson'd with this deadly draught, and mad,
To perfect sence, and in his wits not maym'd:
I would the feruour of my Muse restraine,
And let this subiect for his taske remaine : Sual. I stand still, and see the world on fire, But aged wand'rers sooner will declare While wanton writers joyne in one desire,
Their Eleusinian rites, than louers dare To blow the coales of loue, and make them burne, Renounce the Deuil's poinpe, and Christians die : Till they consume, or to the chaos turne
So much preuailes a painted idol's eye. This beauteous frame, by them so foully rent, Then since of them, like lewes, we can conuert That wise men feare, lest they those flames preuent, Scarce one in many yeeres, their iust desert, Which for the latest day th' Almightie keepes By selfe confession, neuer can appeare ; In orbes of fire, or in the hellish deepes?
But on presumptions wee proceed, and there Best wits, while they," possest with fury, thinke The iudge's innocence most credit winnes : They taste the Muses' sober well, and drinke True men trie theeues, and saints describe foule Of Phæbus' goblet, (now a starry signe)
sinnes. Mistake the cup, and write in heat of wine. This monster Loue hy day, and Lust by night, Then let my cold hand here some water cast, Is full of burning fire, but voyde of light, And drown their warmth with drops of sweeter Left here on Earth to keepe poore mortals out taste.
Of errour, who of hell-fire else would doubt. Mine angry lines shall whip the purblind page, Such is that wandring nightly flame, which lcades And some will reade them in a chaster age; Th' vnwary passenger, vntill he treades But since true love is most diuine, I know, His last step on the steepe and craggy walles How can I fight with loue, and call it so.
Of some high mountaine, whence he hcadlong Is it not loue? It was not now : (O strange!)
falles : Time and ill custome, workers of all change, A vapour first extracted from the stewes, Haue made it loue: men oft impose not names (Which with new fewell still the lampe renewes) By Adam's rule, but what their passion frames. And with a pandar's sulph'rous breath inflam'd, And since our childhood taught vs to approue Became a meteor, for destruction fram'd, Our fathers' words, we yeeld and call it loue. Like some prodigious comet which foretells Examples of past times our deeds should sway; Disasters to the realme on which it dwells. But we must speake the language of to day : And now hath this false light preuail'd so farre, Vse hath no bounds; it may prophane once more | That most obserue, it is a fixed starre, The name of God, wbich first an idoll bore. Yea as their load-starre, by whose beames impure How many titles, fit for meaner groomes,
They guide their ships, in courses not secure, Are knighted now, and marshal'd in high roomes ! Bewitcht and daz'led with the glaring sight and many, which once good and great were Of this proud fiend, attir'd in angels' liglit, thought,
Who still delights his darksome smoke to turno Posterity to vice and basenesse brought,
To rayes, which seeme t' enlighten, not to burne : As it hath this ef loue, and we must bow,
He leades them to the tree, and they beleeue As states vsurping tyrants' raignes allow,
The fruit is sweete, so he deluded Eue. And after ages reckon by their yeeres :
But when they once haue tasted of the feasts, Such force possession, though iniurious, beares: They quench that sparke, which seucrs men froin Or as a wrongfull title, or foule crime,
beasts, Made lawfull by a statute for the time,
And feele effects of our first parents' fall, With reu'rend estimation blindes our eies,
Depriu'd of reason, and to sence made thrall. And is call'd iust, in spight of all the wise. Thus is the miserable louer bound Then, hcau’nly Loue, this loathed name forsake, With fancies, and in fond affection drown'd. And some of thy more glorious titles take :
In him no faculty of man is seene, Sunne of the soule, cleare beauty, liuing fire, But when he sigbs a sopnet to his queene : Celestial light, which dost pure hearts inspire, This makes himn more than man, a poet fit While Lust, thy bastard brother, shal be knowne Por such false poets, as make passion wit. By Loue's wrong'd name, that louers may him Who lookes within an emptie caske, may see,
Where once a soule was, and againe may be, So oft with hereticks such tearmes we vse,
Which by this difference from a corse is knowne: As they can brooke, not such as we would chuse: One is in pow'r to haue life, both haue none:
for louers' slipp’ry soules (as they confesse,
And now he to his period brought, Without extending racke, or straining presse) Fron Loue becomes some other thought By transmigration to their mistresse How:
These lines I write not to remoue
Vnited soules from serious loue :
The best attempts by mortals made,
Reflect on things which quickly fade;
Yet neuer will I men perswade
To leaue affections, where may shing
Impressions of the Loue diuine.
On stony Charnwood's dry and barren rocks, It aymes at nothing, it no comfort tastes,
In heate of summer to the vales declin'd, But while the pleasure and the passion lasts.
To seeke fresh pasture for her lambes halfe pin'd. Yet there are flames, which two hearts one can
She (while her charge was feeding) spent the houret make;
To gaze on sliding brookes and smiling Bowres. Not for th' affections, but the obiect's sake.
Thus hauing largely stray'd, she litts her sight, That burning glasse, where beames disperst incline
And viewes a palace full of glorious light. Vnto a point, and shoot forth in a line:
She finds the entrance open, and as bold This noble loue hath axeltrec and poles
As countrey maids, that would the court behold, Wherein it moues, and gets cternall goales : She makes an offer, yet agajne she stayes, These reuolutions, like the heau'nly spheres, And dares not dally with those sunny rayes. Make all the periods equall as the yeeres : And when this time of motion finisht is,
Here lay a nymph, of beauty most diuine,
Whose happy presence caus'd the house to shine,
Among the shepherds' daughters on the greene,
Where eu'ry homebred swaine desires to proue
His oaten pipe and feet before his lone, Love is a region full fires,
And crownes the eu'ning, when the daies are long, And burning with extreme desires,
With some plaine dance, or with a rurall song. An obiect seekes, of which possest,
Nor were the women nice to hold this sport, The wheeles are fixt, the motions rest,
And please their louers in a modest sort. The flames in asbes lie opprest :
There that sweet nymph had seene this countrey This meteor, striuing high to rise,
dame (The fewell spent) falles downe and dies.
for singing crown'd, whence grew a world of fame
Among the sheepecotes, which in her reioyce, Much sweeter and more pure delights
And know no better pleasure than her voyce. Are drawne from fairé alluring sights,
The glitt'ring ladies, gather'd in a ring, When rauisht minds attempt to praise
Intreate the silly shepherdesse to sing : Commanding eyes, like heau'nly rayes ;
She blusht and sung, while they with words of Whose force the gentle heart obayes :
praise, Than where the end of this pretence
Contend her songs aboue their worth to raise. Descends to base inferiour sense.
Thus being cheard with many courteous signes, " Why then should louers" (most will say)
She takes her leaue, for now the Sunne declines,
And having driuen home her flocks againe,
She meets her loue, a simple shepherd swaine; He scornes to be his mother's page :
Yet in the plaines lie had a poet's name: But when proceeding times asswage
For he could roundelayes and carols frame, The former heate, he will complaine,
Which, when bis mistresse sung along the downes, And wish those pleasant houres againe.
Was thought celestiall musick by the clownes.
Of him she begs, that he would raise his mind We know that Hope and Loue are twinnes; To paint this lady, whom she found so kind : Hope gone, fruition now beginnes:
“ You oft," saith she, “haue in our homely bow'rs But what is this? Vnconstant, fraile,
Discours'd of demi-gods and greater pow'rs: In nothing sure, but sure to faile :
For you with Ilesiode sleeping learnt to know Which, if we lose it, we bewaile ;
The race diuine from Heau'n to Earth below." And when we have it, still we beare
“ My dear,” said he, “ the nymph whom thou The worst of passions, daily feare.
hast seene, When Loue thus in his center ends,
Most happy is of all that liue betweene Desire and Hope, his inward friends,
This globe and Cynthia, and in high estate,
Of wealth and beauty hath an equall mate,
Whose loue hath drawne vncessant teares in foods,: Stand in his councell as the cbiefe :
From nymphs, that haunt the waters and the
Oft Iris to the ground baih bent her bow
First, England, crown'd with roses of the spring, To steale a kisse, and then away to goe:
An off'ring, like to Abel's gift, will bring : Yet all in vaine, he no affection knowcs
And rowes that sbe for thee alone will keepe
Next, Scotland triumphs, that she bore and bred
A wreath of lillies gather'd in the field,
Last, Ireland, like Terpsichore attir'd
This day a sacrifice of praise requires,
Our brests are altars, and our ioyes are fires. Whose walles are water'd with our siluer brookes, That sacred head, so soft, so strangely blest And makes the shepherds proud to view his lookes. | From bloody plots, was now (O feare!) deprest There in that blessed house you also saw
Beneath the water, and those sunlike beames
Were threat'ned to be quencht in narrow streames.
From wolues. What Hermes could with words of
peace As modesty with beauty in her face.
Cause whetted swords to fall from angry hands,
Hast rays'd him by thine all-cominanding arme,
TO HIS LATE MAIESTY,
ANNIVERSARY DAY OF IUS MAIESTIE'S
MARCH THE 24.
CONCERNING THE TRUE FORME OF ENGLISH POETRY
WRITTEN AT THE BEGINNING OF HIS TWENTIETI
The world to morrow celebrates with mirth
Great king, the sou’raigne ruler of this land,
He makes sweet musick, who in scrious lines,
In eu'ry language now in Europe spoke
And gige such vigour in his childhood's state, By nations which the Roman empire broke, That he can strangle snakes, which swell with hate The rellish of the Muse consists in rime,
This conquest his vndaunted brest declares One verse must meete another like a chime. In seas of danger, in a world of care's : Our Saxon shortnesse hath peculiar grace
Yet neither cares oppresse his constant mind, In choise of words, fit for the ending place,
Nor dangers drowne his life for age desigu’d. Which leane impression in the mind as well The Muses loaue their sweet Castaliau springs As closing sounds, of some delightfull bell : In forme of bees, extending silken wings These must not be with disproportion lame, With gentle sounds, to keepe this infant still, Nor should an eccho still repeate the same. While they his mouth with pleasing hony fill. In many changes these may be exprest :
Hence those large streames of eloqnence proceed, But those that joyne most simply run the best : Which in the hearers strange amazement breed; Their forme surpassing farre the fetter'd staues, When laying by his scepters and his swords, Vaine care, and needlesse repetitiou sanes.
He melts their hearts with his mellifluous words. These ontward ashes keepe those inward fires, So Hercules in ancient pictures fain'd, Whose heate the Greeke and Roman works inspires: Could draw whole nations to his tongue enchain'd. Pure phrase, fit epithets, a sober care
He first considers, in his tender age, Of metaphors, descriptions cleare, yet rare, How God hath rays'd him on this earthly stage, Similitudes contracted, smooth and round,
To act a part, expos'd to eu'ry eye: Not vext by learning, but with nature crown'd. With Salomon he tierefore striues to flie Strong figures drawne from deepe inuentions springs, To him that gave this greatnesse, and demands Consisting lesse in words, and more in things : The precious gift of wisdome from his hands : A language not affecting ancient times,
While God, delighted with this just request, Nor Latine shreds, by which the pedant climes : Not onely him with wondrous prudence blest, A noble subiect which the mind may lift
But promis'd higher glories, new enorease To easie vse of that peculiar gift,
Of kingdomnes, circled with a ring of peace. Wbich poets in their raptures bold most deare, He, thus instructed by diuine commands, When actions by the liuely sound appeare.
Extends this peaceful line to other lands. Giue me such helpes, I never will despaire, When warres are threaten'd by shril trumpets' But that our heads which sucke the freezing aire,
sounds, As well as hotter brajnes, may verse adorne, His oline stancheth bloud, and binds vp wounds. And be their wonder, as we were their scorne. The Christian world this good from him deriues,
That thousands had vntinely spent their liues, ·
And dimm'd the glory of that Roman wreath SOUERAIGNE LORD, KING IAMES. By souldiers gain’d for sauing men from death.
This Denmarke felt, and Swethland, when their strife Weepe, O ge nymphs ! that from your caues may Ascended to such height, that losse of life flow
Was counted nothing: for the dayly sight Those trickling drops, whence mighty rivers flow.
Of dying men made death no more than night. Disclose your hidden store: let eu'ry spring
Behold, two potent princes deepe engag'd To this our sea of griefe some tribute bring :
In seu'rall int'rests, mutually enrag'd And when ye once haue wept your fountaines dry,
By former conflicts : yet they downe will lay The Heau'o with showres will send a new supply.
Their swords, when his aduice directs the way. But if these clondy treasures prooue too scant, The northerne climates from dissention barr'd, Our teares shall helpe, when other moystures want. Receiue new joyes by his discreete award. This ile, nay Europe, nay the world, bewailes When Momus could, among the godlike-kings, Our losse, with such a streame as neuer failes.
Infect with poyson those immortall springs Abundant floods from eu'ry letter rise, (dies. Which flow with nectar; and such gall would cast, When we pronounce great James, our soueraigne, As spoyles the sweetnesse of ambrosiac's taste; And while I write these words, I trembling stand,
This mighty lord, as ruler of the quire, à sudden darknesse hath possest the land.
With peacefull counsels quencht the rising fire. I cannot now expresse my selfe by signes :
The Austrian arch-duke, and Batauian state, All eyes are blinded, none can reade my lines;
By his endeuours, change their long-bred hate . Till Charles ascending, driues away the vight, For twelue years' truce: this rest to him they owe, And in his splendour giues my verses light.
As Belgian shepherds and poore ploughmen know. Thus by the beames of his succeeding flame,
The Muscouites, opprest with neighbours, fie I shall describe his father's boundless fame.
To safe protection of vis watchfull eye. The Grecian emp rours gloried to be borne, And Germany his ready succours tries, And nurst in purple, by their parents worne. When sad contentions in the empire rise. See bere a king, whose birth together twines
His mild instinct all Christians thus discerne: The Britan, English, Norman, Scottish lines :
But Christ's malignant foes shall find him sterne. How like a princely throne his cradle stands; What care, what charge, he suffers to preuent, White diadems become his swathing bands.
Lest infidels their number should augment. His glory now makes all the Earth his tombe,
His ships restraine the pirates' bloody workes; But enuious fiends would in his mother's wombe
And Poland gaines bis ayde against the Turkes. Interre his rising greatnesse, and contend
His pow'rfull edicts, stretcht beyond the Line, Against the babe, whom heau’nly troopes defend, Among the Indians seu'rall bounds designe;
TO THE GLORIOUS MEMORY OF OUR LATE