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Kill'd before known, perhaps, 'mongst heathen hath | Thus sprouting, we dividedly may ow
Been thought the deed and valour of the swath. The son unto our king, the prince to you.
Far bé such monsters hence; the buckler bere "Tis in the power of your great influence,
Is not the cradle, nor the dart and spear

What England shall be fifty harvests hence;
The infant's rattles; 'tis a son of mirth,

You'l do good to our nephews now, and be
of peace and friendship, 'tis a qniet birth; A patron unto those you will not see;
Yet if hereafter unfild people shall

Y' instruct a future common-wealth, and give
Call on his sword, and so provoke their fall, Laws to those people, that as yet don't live.
Let him look bak on that admired naine,

We see nim full already; there's no fear
That spirit of dispatch, that soul of fame,

Of subtle poyson, for good axiomes, here,
His grandsire Henry, tread his steps, in all All will be health and antidote, and one
Be fully like to bim, except his fall.

Name will combine state and religion ;
Although in royall births, the subject's lot Heaven and we be look'd on with one eye,
Be to enjoy what's by the prince begot ;

And the same rules guide faith and policy :
Yet fasten, Charles, fasten those eyes you ow

The court shall hence become a church, and you,
Unto a people, on this son, to show

In one, be tutour to a people too.
You can be tender too, in this one thing

He shall not now, like other princes, bear
Suffer the father to depose the king.

Some morall lecture when the dinner's neer,
See wbat delight your queen takes to peruse

Learn nothing fresh and fasting, but upon
Those fair unspotted volumes, when she views This or that disi read an instruction ;
In him that glance, iu her that decent grace, Hear Livy told, admire some general's force
In this sweet ionocence, in all the face

And stratagem, 'twixt first and second cours;
Of both the parents. May this blessing prove Then cloze his stomach with a rule, and stay
A welcoine trouble, puzzling qual love

'Mong books periaps to pass a rainy day;
How to dispence embraces, whiles that sle Or his charg'd mewory with a maxime task
Strives to divide the mother 'twixt all three. To take up time before a tilt or masque:

No, you will dietate wholesome grounds, and sow
Seeds in his mind, as pure as that is now; (true
Breath in your thoughts, your soul, make him the

Resemblance of your worth, speak and live you :

That no old granted sutour may still fear,

When 't shall be one, to pronrise, and to swear. 171CN DEAN OF CHRIST-CHURCII, AND TUTOR TO THE

That those huge bulks, bis guard, may oaly be

Like the great statues in the gallery
Will you not stay, then, and vouchsafe to be For ornament, not use; not to affright
Honour'd a little more contractedly?

Th’approacher's bulduess, but afford a sight;
The reverence here's as much, tho' not the prease ;

Whiles he, defended by a better art,
Our lore as tender, though the tumult less; Shall have a stronger guard in every heart,
And your great vertues in the narrow sphere, And carrying your vertues to the throne,
Tho' not so bright, shine yet as strong as there :

Find that his best defence, l’have need of none.
As sun-beams drawn into a point, do flow

May he come forth your work, and thence appear
With greater force by being fettred 80.

Sacred and pious, whom our love may fear;
Things may a while in this saine order run, Discover you in all his actions, be
As wheeles once turn'd continue motion ;

'Bove envy great, good above flattery,
And we enjoy a light, as when the eye

And by a perfect fulness of each part,
O'th' world is set, all lustre doth not dye:

Banish from court that torment, and this art.
But yet this course, this light, will so appear, Go, O my wishes, with you ! may they keep
As o ls to convince you have been here.

Noise off, and make your journey as your sleep, He's ours yon ask, (great soveraign) ours,

whom Rather repose than travell: may you meet Will gladly ransome with a subsidy.

[we | No rough way, but in these unequall feet.
Ask of us lands, our college, all; we do

Good fates take charge of you, and let this be
Profer what's built, nay, what's intended too : Your sole ill-luck, that good is wisht by me.
For he being absent, 'tis an heap, and we
Only a number, no society.
Hard rival! for we dare contest, and use

Such language, now w' have nothing left to lose. IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE PUBLICK ACT AT OXON.
Yare only ours, as some great ship, that's gone

A voyage i'tü king's service, doth still run
Under the name o'th’ company : but we

And now (most worthy sir) I've time to show
Think it th' indulgence of his majesty,

Some parcell of that duty that I ow,
That y'are not whole engross'd, that yet you are

Which like late fruit, grows vigorous by delay,
Permitted to be something that we dare

Gaining a force more lasting by its stay.
Call ours, being honour'd to retain you thus,

Had I presented you with aught, whiles here,
That one rale may direct the prince, and us.

'T had been to sacrifise the priest not neer; Go, then, another nature to himn; go,

Forme rather than devotion, and a free
A genius wisht by all, except the foe :

Expression of a custome, not of me:
Fashion those ductile manners, and inspire

I was not then my self; then not to err
That ample breast with clean and active fire;

Had been a trespass 'gainst the Miniver;
That when his limbs shall write him man, his deeds For when our pumps are on, we do dispence
Nay write him yours; that from those richer seeds. With every slip, nay, every crime, but sense:

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And we're encourag'd in't, the statutes do't,
Which bind some men, to sbew they cann't dispute.
Suffer me, sir, to tell you that we do

Owe these few dajes' solemnity to you;
For had you not among our gowns been seen

Shew me the fames you brag of, you that be Enlivening all, Oxford bad only been

Arm'd with those two fires, wine and poetry: A peopled village, and our Act at best

Y are now benumb'd, spight of your gods and A learned wake, or glorious shepheards' feast :

verse; Where (in my judgement) the best thing to see And may your metaphors for prayers rehearse; Had been Jerusalem or Nineveh,

Whiles you that callid snow, fleece and feathers, do Where, for true exercise, none could surpass Wish for true fleeces, and true feathers too. The puppets, and Great Britaine's looking-glass.

Waters have bound themselves, and cannot run, Nor are those names unusuall: July here

Suff'ring what Xerxes' fetters would have done; Doth put forth all th' inventions of the year : Our rivers are one chrystall; shoares are fit Rare works, and rarer beasts do meet; we see Mirrours, being now, not like to glass, but it: In the same street Africk and Germany.

Our ships stand all as planted, we may swear Trumpets 'gainst trumpets blow, the faction's They are not born up only, but grow there. much,

Whiles waters thus are pavements, firm as stone, These cry the monster-masters, those the Dutch : And without faith are each day walk'd upon, All arts find welcome, all men come to do

What parables call'd folly heretofore, Their tricks and sligbts; juglers, and curats too, Were wisedome now, “ to build upon the shoare." Curais that threaten markets with their looks, There's no one dines among us with washt hands, Arm’d with two weapons, knives and table-books; Water's as scarce here, as in Africk sands ; Men that do itch (when they have eate) to note And we expect it not but from some god The chief distinction 'twixt the sheep and goat ; Opening a fountain, or some prophet's rou, That do no questions relish, but what be

Who need not seek out where he may unlock Bord'ring upon the absolute decree,

A stream, what e'r he strook would be true rock. And then haste home, lest they should miss the lot When Heaven drops some smaller showers, our sense Of venting reprobation, whiles 'tis hot.

Of griefe's encreas'd, being but deluded thence ; But, above all good sports, give me the sight For whiles we think those drops to entertain, Of the lay exercise on Monday night.

They fall down pearl, which came down half way Where a reserved stomach doth profess

rain. A zeal-prepared hunger, of no less

Green land's removall, now the poor man fears, Than ten days' Jaying up, where we may see Seeing all waters frozen, but his tears. How they repaire, how ev'ry man comes three, We suffer day continuall, and the snow Where, to the envy of our townsmen, some

Doth make our little night become noon now. Among the rest do by prescription come,

We hear of some enchristal'd, such as have Men that themselves do victual) twice a year, That, which procur'd their death, become their At Christmas with their landlords, and once here. Bodies, that destitute of soul yet stood, (grave. None praise the Act more, and say less; they do Dead, and not faln; drown'd, and without a floud; Make all wine good by drinking, all beer too; Nay we, who breath still, are almost as they, This was their Christian freedom here: nay, we And only may be stil'd a softer clay ; Our selves too, then, durst plead a liberty : We stand like statues, as if cast, and fit We reform'd nature, and awak'd the night, For life, not having, bat expecting it ; Making it spring as glorious as the light;

Each man's become the Stoick's wise une hence; That, like the day did dawn, and break forth here, For can you look for passion, where's no sense? Though in a lower, vet as bright a sphere : Which we have not, resolvd to our first stone, Sleep was a thing unheard of, unless 'twere Unless it be one sense to feel w' have none. At sermon after dinner, all wink'd there;

Our very smiths now work not, nay, what's more, No brother then known by the rowling wbite, Our Dutchmen write but five bours, and give o'cr. Ev'n they sate there as children of the night ; We dare provoke fate now: we know what is None come to see and to be seen; none beares, That last cold, death, only by suff 'ring this. My lord's fee-buck closeth both eyes and eares; All fires are vestall now, and we, as they, No health did single, but our chancellors pass,

Do in our chimneys keep a lasting day; Viscounts and earles throng'd seven in a glass.

Boasting within doores this domestique sun, Mauners and language ne'r more free; some meant Adored too with our religion. Scarce one thing, and did yet all idioms vent; We laugh at fire-briefs now, although they be Spoke Minshew in a breath; the inceptor's wine Commended to us by his majesty; Made Latine native: gray coals then spoke fine,

and 'tis no treason, for we cannot guess And thought that wiser statute had done wrong Why we should pay them for their happiness. T'allot us four years yet to learn the tongue.

Each hand would be a Scævola's: let Rome
But Oxford, tho' throng'd with such people, was Call that a pleasure henceforth, not a doom.
A court where e'r you only pleas'd to pass ; A feaver is become a wish: we sit
We reckon'd this your gift, and that this way And think fall'o angels have one benefit,
Part of the progress, not your journey lay. Nor can the thought be impious, when we see
I could relate you more, but that I fear

Weather, that Bowker durst not prophesie;
You'l find the dregs o'th' time surviving here ; Such as may give new epochaes, and make
And that gets some excuse : think then you see Another since in bis bold almanack;
Some reliques of the Act move yet in me.

Weather may save his doom, and by his foe
Be thought enough for him to undergo.





We now think Alabaster true, and look
Å suddain trump should antedate his book ;
For whiles we suffer this, ought we not fear

The world shall not survive to a fourth year?
And sure we may conclude weak Nature old

Targht froin your artfull strains, my fair,
And crazed now, being shee's grown so cold.
But frost's not all our grief: we that so sore

I've only liv'd e'r since by air;

Whose sounds do make me wish I were
Suffer its stay, fear its departure more :
For when that leaves us, which so long bath stood, if souls (as some say) musick be

Either all voice, or else all eare.
'Twill make a new accompt from th' second

I've learnt from you there's one in me;
From you, whose accents make us know
That sweeter spheres move here below;
From you, whose limbs are so well met

That we may swear your bodie's set :
TO MR. W. B.

Whose parts are with such graces crown'd,
That th'are that musick without sound.

I had this love perhaps before,
Y'Are now transcrib’d, and publike view But you awak'd and made it more:
Perusing finds the copy true,

As when a gentle ev'ning showre Without erratas vew crept in,

Calls forth, and adds sent to the flower; Fully compleat and genuine:

Henceforth P'I think my breath is due And nothing wanting can esky,

No more to nature, but to you. But only bulk and quantity :

Sing I to pleasure then, or fame, The text in letters small we see,

I'I know no antheme, but your name; And the arts in one epitome.

This shall joy life, this sweeten death : O what pleasure do you take

You that have taught, may claim my breath.
To hear the nurse discovery make,
How the nose, the lip, the eye,
The forebead full of majesty,
Shews the father? how to this

"The mother's beauty added is :
And after all with gentle numbers
To wooe the infant into slumbers.
And these delights he yields you now,

The swath, and cradle, this doth show :
But hereafter when bis force
Shall wield the rattle, and the horse;

HIPPARCHO, ET SOLO TEMPORUM HORUM EPHIALTE. When his ventring tongue shall speak

CARMEN DE SULTORIUM. All sypalæphaes', and shall break

Reader, here is such a book, This word short off, and make that two,

Will make you leap before you look, Pratling as obligations do;

And shift, without being thought a rook. "Twill ravish the delighted sepse To view these sports of innocence,

The author's airy, light, and thin ; And make the wisest Jote upon

Whoin no man saw e'r break a shin, Such pretty imperfection.

Or ever yet leap out of's skin. These hopeful cradles promise such

When e'r he strain'd at horse, or bell, Future goodness, and so much,

Tom Charles bimself who came to smell
That they prevent my prayers, and I

His faults, still swore 'twas clean and well
Must wish but for formality.
I wish religion timely be

His tricks are bere in figures dim,
Taught him with bis A B C.

Each line is heavier than his limb, I wish him good and constant health,

And shadows weighty are to him.
His father's learning, but more wealth ;

Were Dee alive, or Billingsly,
And that to use, not hoard ; a purse
Open to bless, not shut to curse.

We shortly should each passage see

Demonstrated by A. B. C.
May we have many, and fast friends,
Meaning good-will, not private ends,

How would they vex their mathematicke,
Such as scorn to understand,

Their ponderations, and their staticks,
When they name love, a peece of land.

To sbew the art of these volaticks?
May the swath and whistle be
The hardest of his bonds. May ha

Be A the horse, and the man B.
Hare no sad cares to break his sleep,

Parts from the girdle npwards C. Nor other cause, than now, to weep.

And from the girdle downward D. May he ne'r live to be again,

If the parts D. proportion'd weigh Wbat he is now, a child: may pain

To the parts C. neither will sway, If it do visit, as a guest

But B lye equall upon A. Only call in, not dare to rest.

Thus would bis horse and all bis vectures,

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Who can hide fire? If't be uncover'd, light, If cover'd, smoake betraies it to the sight: Love is that fire, which still some sign affords, If hid, the’are sighs; if open, they are words.

And justly too, for the pomado,
And the most intricate strapado,
He'l do for naught in a bravado.
The Herculean leap he can with slight,
And that twice fifty times a night,
To please the ladies: Will is right.
The Angelica ne'r put him too't,
Then for the Pegasus, he'l do't,
And strike a fountain with his foot.
When he the stag-leap does, you'd swear
The stag himself, if he were there,
Would like the unwieldy oxe appear.
He'l fit his strength, if you desire,
Just as his horse, lower or higher,
And ewist his limbs like nealed wyer.
Had you, as I, but seen him once,
You'd swear that Nature for the nonice,
Had made his body without bones.
For arms, sometimes hee'l lye on one,
Sometimes on both, sometimes on none,
And like a meteor hang alone.
Let none henceforth our eares abuse,
How Dædalus 'scap'd the twining stewes,
Alas that is but flyiog news.
He us'd wax plumes, as Ovid sings,
Will scorns to tamper with such things,
He is a Dædalus without wings.
Good faith, the Mewes had best look to't,
Lest they go down, and Sheen to boot,
Will and his wooden borse will do't.
The Trojan steed let souldiers scan,
And praise th' invention you that can,
Will puts 'etus down both horse and man.
At once six horses Theutobocchus
Leap'd o'r, if Florus' do not mock us,
'Twas well, but let himn not provoke us;
For were the matter to be tri'd,
"Twere gold to silver on Will's side,
He'd quell that Theutobocchus' pride,
I'I say but this to end the brawle,
Let Theutobocchus in the fall
Cut Will's cross caper, and take all.
Then go thy ways, brave Will, for one,
By Jove 'tis thou must leap, or none,
To pull bright honour from the Moon.

Philippus Stoicus e Societate

Portæ Borealis Oxon.

THE TEARES. If souls consist of water, I May swear yours glides out of your eye : If they may wounds receive, and prore Festred through grief, or ancient love, Then fairest, through these christall doores Tcares flow as purgings of your sores. And now the certain cause I know Whence the rose and lilly grow, In your fair cheeks: the often showres Which you thus weep, do breed these flowers. If that the flouds could Venus bring, And warlike Mars from flowers spring, Why may not hence tuo gods arise, This from your cheeks, that froin your eyes?

PARCHMENT. Plain shepheards' wear was only gray, And all sheep them were cloath'd as they, When shepherds 'gan to write and think, Soine sheep stole blackness from the ink, And we from thence found out the skill To make their parchment do so still.

Srill do the stars inipart their light
To those that travell in the night;
Still time runs on, nor doth the hand
Or shadow on the diall stand;
The streames still glide and constant are :

Only thy inind
Untrue I find,
Which carelesly

Neglects to be
Like streain, or shadow, hand, or star.

THE DREAME. I DREAM'D I saw my self lye dead,

And that my bed my coffin grew ; Silence and sleep this strange sight bre:),

But wak'd, I found I liv'd anew, Looking next morn on your bright face,

Mine eyes bequeath'd mine heart fresh pain; A dart rush'd in with every grace,

And so I kill'd my self again:
O eyes, wha: shall distressed lorers do,
If open you can kill, if shut you view.

Pool that I am; I do recall
My words, and swear thou’rt like them all :
Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire,
But () how cold is thy desire ?
And like the hand upon the brass,

Thou point'st at me
In mockery,
If I come nigh,

Shade-like thou'lt ny,
And as the stream with murmur pass.

Thrice didst thou vow, thrice didst thau swear,
Whispring those oaths into mine eare,
And 'tween each one, as seal of bliss,
Didst interpose a sweeter kiss :

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Alas that also came from art,

One of so stiff a temper, that she might
For it did smell

Have call’d him spouse upon the marriage night;
So fresh and wel,

Whose flames consum'd him, lest some one might
That I presume
Seduc'd hereafter by his heresie:

[be "Twas thy perfume

That you are fair and spotless, makes you prove That made thee swear, and r.ot thy heart.

Fitter to fall a sacrifice to Lore:

On towards his altar then, vex not the priest ; Tell me who taught thy subtile eyes

'Tis ominous if the sacrifice resist. To cheat true hearts with fallacies?

Who conquers still, and ransacks, we may say
Who did instruct thy sighs to lie?

Doth not affect, but rather is in pay.
Who taught thy kisses sophistry?

But if there must be reall lists of love,
Believe 't 'tis far from honest rigour;

And our embracing a true wrestling prove,
O how I loath

Bare, and anoint you then : for, if you'l do
A tutour'd oath!

As wrestlers use, you must be naked too.
I'l ne'r come nigh

A learned sigh,
Nor credit vows in mood and figure.

'Twas Venus to me whisper'd this,
Swear and embrace, protest and kiss,

Give me a girle (if one I needs must meet)
Such oaths and vows are fickle things,

Or in her nuptiall, or her winding sheet :
My wanton son does lend them wings:

I know but two good houres that women have,
The kiss must stay, the oath must fly :

One in the bed, another in the grave.
Heav'n is the schoole

Thus of the whole sex all I would desire,
That gives this rule:

Is to enjoy their ashes, or their fire.,
I cann't prove true

To that and you,
The goddess is in fault, not I.

Who for my wrong would thus much do,

Thou, who didst never see the light,
For my revenge may something too ;
She, O she make thee true to all,

Nor knowst the pleasure of the sight,

But alwaies blinded, canst not say
Marry an army, and then fall

Now it is night, or now 'tis day,
Through scornfull hatred and disdain:

So captivate her sense, so blind her eye,
But mayst thou be
Still false to me;

That still she love me, yet she ne's know why.
For if thy inind

Thou, who dost wound us with such art,
Once inore prove kind

We see no bloud drop from the heart,
Thou'lt swear thine oaths all o'r again.

And subtly cruell leav'st no sign

To tell the blow or band was thine.
O gently, gently wound my fair, that sbee

May thence beleeve the wound did come from thee.
no, it cannot be! for who e'r ser
A blockhouse to defend a garden yet?

Roses ne'r chide my boldness when I
To crop their blush; why should your cheeks do so ? Venus, redress a wrong that's done,
The lillies ge'r deny their silk to men ;

(then? | By that young sprightfull boy, thy son,
Why should your hands push off, and draw back He wounds, and then langhs at the sore,
The Sun forbids me not his heat ; then why Hatred it self can do no more.
Comes there to Earth an edict from your eye?

If I pursue, hee's small, and light,
I smell perfumes, and they ne'r think it sin;

Both seen at once, and out of sight:
Why should your breath not let ine take it in? If I do flie, hee's wing'd, aud then,
A dragou kept the golden apples ; true ;

At the third step, I'm caught agen:
But must your breasts be therefore kept so too? Lest one day thou thy self mayst suffer so,
All fountaines else flow freely, and ne'r sbrink;

Or clip the wanton's wings or break his bow.
And must yours cheat my thirst when I would
Where nature knows no prohibition, (drink?
Shall art prove anti-nature, and make one ?"

But 0! we scorn the profer'd lip and face ;
And angry frowns sometimes add quicker grace

Than quiet beauty: 'tis that melting kiss

I sent a sigh unto my blest one's eare,
That truly doth distil immortall bliss,

Which lost it's way, and never did come there;
Which the fierce struggling youth by force at length 1 hastened after, lest some other fair
Doth make the purchase of his eager strength;

Should mildly entertain this travelling aire:
Which, from the riped weeping virgin scant

Each Aowry garden I did search, for fear
Snatch'd, proves a conquest, rather than a grant.

It might mistake a lilly for her eare;
Beleeve't not : 'tis the paradox of some one,

And having there took lodging, might still dwell
That in old time did love an Amazon,

Hous'd in the concave of a christall bell.

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