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There Selden and he sate hard by the chair; Suckling next was call'd, but did not appear;
He loved not the Muses so well as his sport;
Ani prized black eyes, or a lucky hit
At bowls, above all the trophies of wit; That makes God speak so big in's poetry ;
But Apollo was angry, and publickly said, Selwin and Walter, and Bartlets both the brothers; 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon's head. Jack Vaughan and Porter, and divers others.
Wat Montague now stood forth to his tryal, The first that broke silence was good old Ben,
And did not so much as suspect a denial; Prepar'd before with Canary wine,
Put witty Apollo asked bim first of all, And he told them plainly he deserv'd the bays,
It he understood his own Pastoral.
For if he could do it, 'twould plainly appear
He understood more than any man there,
And did merit the bayes above all the rest; Of errours that had lasted many an age;
But the mounsienr was modest, and silence confest. And he hopes they did not think the Silent Woman, During these troubles in the court was hid The Fox, and the Alchymist, out-done by no man.
One that Apollo soon mist, little Cid : Apolla stopt him there, and bade him not go on, And having spied him. call'd him out of the throng, 'Twas merit, he said, and not presumption,
And advis'd him in his ear not to write so strong. Must carry't; at which Ben turned about, And in great choler offer'd to go out :
Murrey was summon'd; but 'twas urg'd that he But
Was chief already of another company. Those that were there thought it not fit
Hales, set by himself, most grarely did smile, To discontent so ancient a wit;
To see them about nothing keep such a coil : And therefore Apollo call'd him back again, Apollo had spied him; but, koowing his mind, And made him mine host of his own New Inn. Past by, and callid Faulkland, that sat just behind: Tom Carew was next, but he had a fault
But That would not well stand with a laureat;
He was of late so gone with divinity, His Muse was hard bound, and th' issue of's brain That he had almost forgot his poetry ; Was seldom brought forth but with trouble and pain. Though, to say the truth, (and Apollo did know it)
He might have been both his priest and his poet. All that were present there did agree,
At length, who but an alderman did appear, A laureat Muse should be easie and free: (grace At whicb Will Davenant began to swear; Yet sure 'twas not that, but 'twas thought that his
But wiser Apollo bade him draw nigher, Consider'd he was well, he had a cup-bearer's place. And when he was mounted a little higber, Will Davenant, asham'd of a foolish mischance
Openly declared, that the best sign That he had got lately travelling in France,
Of good store of wit's to have good store of coin : Modestly hoped the handsomness of 's Muse
And without a syllable more or less said, Might any deformity about him excuse.
He put the lawrel on the alderman's head.
That for a good while they did nothing but gaze But in all their records either in verse or prose, One upon another, not 3 man in the place There was not one laureat without a nose.
But had discontent writ in great in his face. To Will Bartlet sure all the wits meant well, Only the small poets clear'd up again, But first they would see how his Snow would sell : Out of hope, as 'twas thought, of borrowing: Will smil'd, and swore in their judgments they went But sure they were out, for he forfeits bis crown That concluded of merit upon succes. [less, When he lends any poets about the town. Suddenly taking his place again, He gave way to Selwin, who straight stept in; But, alas ! he had been so lately a wit, That Apollo hardly knew him yet.
LOVE'S WORLD. Toby Matthews (pox on him, how came he there?) | In each man's heart that doth begin Was whispering nothing in some body's ear,
To love, there's ever fram'd within When he had the honour to be nam'd in court:
A little world, for so I found But, sir, you may thank my lady Carlile for't :
When first my passion reason drown'd. For had not her care furnisht you out
Instead of Earth unto this frame,
Earth, With something of handsome, without all doubt
I bad a faith was still the same;
For to be right, it doth behove
It be as that, fixt and not move.
Yet as the Earth may sometimes shake,
Stoln into mine, cause tremblings there.
Prythee, why so pale?
Looking ill prerail?
Priythee, why so pale?
Prythee, why so mnte?
Saying notbing do't?
Prythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move;
This cannot take her;
Nothing can make her:
My Flora was my Sun; for as
Sun, One Sun, so but one Flora was : All other faces borrowed hence Their light and grace, as stars do theace. My hopes I call my Moon; for they, Moon, Juconstant still, were at no stay ; But as my Sun inclin'd to me, Or more or less were sure to be. Sometimes it would be full, and then, Oh! too, too soon, decrease again! Eclips'd sometimes, that 'twould so fall, There would appear no hope at all. My thoughts, 'cause infinite they be, Stars. Must be those many Stars we see; Of which some wandred at their will,
Fixed But most on her were fixed still.
Planets. My burning fame and hot desire Must be the element of fire, Element of fire. Which hath as yet so secret been, That it, as that, was never seen. No kitchen fire, nor eating flame, But innocent, hot but in name; A fire that's starv'd when fed, and gone When too much fewel is laid on. But as it plajoly doth appear, That fire subsists by being near The Moon's bright orb; so I believe Ours doth, for hope keeps love alive. My fancy was the Air, most free,
Air. And full of mutability, Big with chimeras, vapours here Innumerable hatcht, as there. The Sea's my mind, which calm would be, Sea. Were it from winds (my passions) free; But out, alas ! no sea, I find, Is troubled like a lover's mind. Within it rocks and shallows be, Despair, and fond credulity. But in this world it were good reason We did distinguish time and season; Her presence then did make the day, And night shall come when she's away. Long absence in far distant place Winter. Create: the Winter; and the space She tarryed with me, well I might Call it my Summer of delight.
Summer. Diversity of weather came From what she did, and thence had name; Sometimes sh' would smile, that made it fair; And when she laught, the Sun shin'd clear. Sometimes sh’ would frown, and sometimes weep, So clouds and rain their turns do keep; Sometimes again sh' would be all ice, Extreamly cold, extreamly nice. But soft, my Muse; the world is wide, And all at once was not descry'd : It may fall out some honest lover The rest hereafter will discover,
SONNET I. Do'st see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes ? There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
And I bave still desires,
As apt to melt
And I as often die ;
Can questiun'd be :
Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white
To make up my delight,
or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court,
I ask no more ; 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call,
It is mere couscnage all;
For though some long ago Lik'd certain colours mingled so and so, That doth not tie me now from choosing new, If I a fancy take
To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make. 'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite,
Makes eating a delight,
And if I like one dish
We up be wound,
Like a good prospective he strangely brings OH! for some honest lover's ghost,
Things distant to us, and in these two kings Some kipd upbodied post,
We see what made greatness. And what 't has been
Made that greatness contemptible again.
And all this not tediously deriv'd,
But like to worlds in little maps contriv'd.
'Tis he that doth the Roman dame restore, Those that their mistress' scorn did bear, Or those that were us'd kindly.
Makes Lucrece chaster for her being whore ;
Gives her a kind revenge for Tarquin's sin ;
For ravish'd first, she ravisheth again.
She says such fine things after't, that we must, 'Twill there I fear be found,
In spite of virtue, thank foul rape and lust,
Since 'twas the cause no woman would have har, Thave lov'd alone will not suffice,
Though she's of Lucrece side, Tarquin less bad. Unless we also have been wise,
But stay ; like one that thinks to bring his friend And have our loves enjoy'd.
A mile or two, and sees the journey's end,
I straggle on too far: long graces do
But keep good stomachs off that would fall to.
Where each sits by his own?
STAY here, fond youth, and ask no more; be wise ; For there the judges all are just,
Knowing too much long since lost Paradise: (still And Sophronisba must
The virtuous joys thou hast, thou would'st should Be bis whom she held dear;
Last in their pride; and would'st not take it ill Not his who lov'd her bere :
If rudely from sweet dreams (and for a toy) The sweet Philoclea, since she dy'd,
Thou wert wak'd ? He wakes himself that does Lies by her Pirocles his side,
enjoy. Not by Amphialus.
Fruition adds no new wealth, but destroys; Some bays (perchance) of myrtle bough,
And while it pleaseth much the palate, cloys;
Who thinks he shall be happier for that,
As reasonably might hope he might grow fat
By eating to a surfeit; this once past,
What relishes ? Even kisses lose their taste. (As who can tell) ye kinder gods,
Urge not 'tis necessary; alas! we know
T'he bomeliest thing which mankind does, is so:
So must bread too; but since there are enough
Born to the drudgery, what need we plough?
Women enjoy'd (wbat c're before they've been)
Fruition's dull, and spoils the play much more
Than if one read or knew the plot before ; It is so rare and new a thing to see
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Aught that belongs to young nobility
Heaven were not Heaven, if we knew what it were.
He's only rich that cannot tell his store.
There never get was woman made,
Nor shall, but to be curst;
And oh! that I (fond I) should first
Of any lover
(cover. But gives it natural growth, tells how, and why,
This truth at my own charge to other fools dis. The little body grew so large and high.
You that have promis'd to your selves Describes each thing so lively, that we are
Propriety in love,
Know women's hearts like straws do move,
UPON HIS TRANSLATION OF MALVEZZI HIS ROMULUS
All mankind are alike to them;
Dearth of pure wit: siace the great lord of it And though we iron find
(Donne) parted hence, no man has ever writ That never with a loadstone join'd,
So near him, in's own way: I would commend 'Tis not the iron's fault,
Particulars; but, then, how should I end It is because the loadstone yet was never brought. Without a volume ? Ev'ry line of thine If where a gentle bee hath fall'a
Would ask (to praise it right) twenty of mine. And laboured to his power, A new succeeds not to that flower, But passes by ;
(thigh. 'Tis to be thought, the gallant elsewhere loads his Love, Reason, Hate, did once bespeak For still the flowers ready stand,
Three mates to play at barley-break; One buzzes round about,
Love, Folly took; and Reason, Fancy; One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out ;
And Hate copsorts with Pride ; so dance they : All, all ways use them,
Love coupled last, and so it fell
They break, and Love would Reason meet,
Pancy looks for Pride, and thither
Hies, and they too hug together :
Yet this new coupling still doth tell But an ill love in me,
That Love and Polly were in Hell. And worse for thee;
The rest do break again, and Pride For were it in my power
Hath now got Reason on her side; To love thee now this hour
Hate and Fancy meet, and stand More than I did the last;
Untoucht by Love in Folly's hand;
Folly was dull, but Love ran well,
So Love arid Folly were in Hell.
I PR’YTHEE, spare me, gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
[art. Held down, or up too high :
'Though thou do'st thine, employ'st thy power and Then think I love more than I can express,
For through long custom it has known
The little secrets, and is grown
That makes least sport, dies only where't can kill.
Some yoath that has not made his story,
And mannerly sit out Love's feast :
And oh! when once that course is past,
How short a time the feast doth last!
Men rise away, and scarce say grace,
Or civilly once thank the face So much as for a wind, but go'st away,
That did invite; but seek another place. Land'st, view'st the country; fight'st, put'st all to Before another could be patting out! (rout, And now the news in town is : Dav'nant's come From Madagascar, fraught with laurel, home, And welcome (Will.) for the first time; but pr’ytbee, LADY CARLILE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON In thy next voyage, bring the gold too with thee.
UPON HIS POEM OF MADAGASCAR.
U PON MY
Heardst thou not musick when she talk'd ?
I must confesse those perfumes (Tom)
Dull and insepsible ! could'st see
AGAINST ABSENCE. My whining lover, what needs all These rows of life monastical; Despairs, retirements, jealousies, And subtle sealing up of eyes? Come, come, be wise; return again; A finger burnt's as great a pain ; And the same pbysick, self-same art, Cures that, would cure a flamig beart: Would'st thou, whilst yet the fire is in, But hold it to the fire again. If you (dear sir) the plague have got, What matter is't whether or not They let you in the same house lie, Or carry you abroad to die? He whom the plague, or love once takes, Every room a pest house makes. Absence were good, if 't were but sense That only holds th’intelligence ; Pure love alone no hurt would do; But love is love, and magic too; Brings a mistress a thousand miles, And the sivight of looks beguiles: Makes her entertaine thee there, And the same time your rival bere : And (oh! the devil) that she should Say finer things now than she would ; So nobly fancy doth supply What the dull sense lets fall and die. Beauty like mau's old enemy's known To tempt him most when he's alone : The air of some wild o'er-grown wood, Or pathless grove, is the boy's food. Return then back, and feed thine eye, Feed all thy senses, and feast high. Spare diet is the cause love lasts; For surfeits sooner kill, than fasts.
None, and so great, were alike strange.
том. 'Twas well for thee she left the place : There is great danger in that face : But badst thou view'd her leg and thigh, And upon that discovery Search'd after parts that are more dear (As fancy seldom stops so near) No time or age had ever seen So lost a thing as thou badst been.
A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF
MR. WIL. SHAKESPEAR'S.
BY THE AUTHOR.
TO MR. DAVENANT,
Wonder not if I stay not here :
One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss ; (asunder, Which therefore swell’d, and secm'd to part As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss :
The one look'd pale, and for revenge did long,
On a green sattin quilt, whose perfect white Look'd like a dazie in a field of grass, "And shew'd like unmelt snow unto the sight:
There lay this pretty perdue, safe to keep
The rest o'th' body, that lay fast asleep. Her eyes (and therefore it was night) close laid,
Strove to imprison beauty till the mord;
Throwing a kind of light about the place,