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PRINCE OF WALES.
Kill'd before known, perhaps, 'mongst heathen hath | Thus sprouting, we dividedly may ow
What England shall be fifty harvests hence;
You'l do good to our nephews now, and be
Y' instruct a future common-wealth, and give
We see nim full already; there's no fear
Of subtle poyson, for good axiomes, here,
Name will combine state and religion ;
And the same rules guide faith and policy :
The court shall hence become a church, and you,
In one, be tutour to a people too.
He shall not now, like other princes, bear
Some morall lecture when the dinner's neer,
Learn nothing fresh and fasting, but upon
And stratagem, 'twixt first and second cours;
'Mong books periaps to pass a rainy day;
No, you will dietate wholesome grounds, and sow
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
Th’approacher's bulduess, but afford a sight;
Whiles he, defended by a better art,
Find that his best defence, l’have need of none.
May he come forth your work, and thence appear
Sacred and pious, whom our love may fear;
'Bove envy great, good above flattery,
And by a perfect fulness of each part,
Banish from court that torment, and this art.
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.
Good fates take charge of you, and let this be
TO TUE SAME,
And now (most worthy sir) I've time to show
Some parcell of that duty that I ow,
Which like late fruit, grows vigorous by delay,
Gaining a force more lasting by its stay.
Had I presented you with aught, whiles here,
'T had been to sacrifise the priest not neer; Go, then, another nature to himn; go,
Forme rather than devotion, and a free
Expression of a custome, not of me:
I was not then my self; then not to err
Had been a trespass 'gainst the Miniver;
And we're encourag'd in't, the statutes do't,
ON THE GREAT FROST. 1654.
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
Weather, that Bowker durst not prophesie;
Weather may save his doom, and by his foe
WHO HAD TAUCHT HIM A SONG.
AT THE BIRTH OF HIS FIRST CHILD.
HIS BOOK ON THE ART OP VAULTING.
We now think Alabaster true, and look
FOR A YOUNG LORD TO HIS MISTRIS,
Targht froin your artfull strains, my fair,
I've only liv'd e'r since by air;
Whose sounds do make me wish I were
Either all voice, or else all eare.
I've learnt from you there's one in me;
That we may swear your bodie's set :
Whose parts are with such graces crown'd,
I had this love perhaps before,
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.
ON MR. STOKES
IN LIBRUM VERE CABALISTICUM DE ASCENSU CORPO-
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
His faults, still swore 'twas clean and well
His tricks are bere in figures dim,
Each line is heavier than his limb, I wish him good and constant health,
And shadows weighty are to him.
Were Dee alive, or Billingsly,
We shortly should each passage see
Demonstrated by A. B. C.
How would they vex their mathematicke,
Their ponderations, and their staticks,
To sbew the art of these volaticks?
Be A the horse, and the man B.
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,
Reduc'd to figures, and to sectures, ? A collision of a vowel left out in scanning. Produce new diagraits and lectures
RUM GRAVIUM H. E. IN TRACTATU DE ARTE SALIEN-
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,
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.
Only thy inind
Neglects to be
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:
Pool that I am; I do recall
Thou point'st at me
Shade-like thou'lt ny,
Thrice didst thou vow, thrice didst thau swear,
! Lib. 3. c. 3.
Alas that also came from art,
One of so stiff a temper, that she might
Have call’d him spouse upon the marriage night;
Whose flames consum'd him, lest some one might
[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
Doth not affect, but rather is in pay.
But if there must be reall lists of love,
And our embracing a true wrestling prove,
Bare, and anoint you then : for, if you'l do
As wrestlers use, you must be naked too.
A learned sigh,
Give me a girle (if one I needs must meet)
Or in her nuptiall, or her winding sheet :
I know but two good houres that women have,
One in the bed, another in the grave.
Thus of the whole sex all I would desire,
Is to enjoy their ashes, or their fire.,
To that and you,
Thou, who didst never see the light,
Nor knowst the pleasure of the sight,
But alwaies blinded, canst not say
Now it is night, or now 'tis day,
So captivate her sense, so blind her eye,
That still she love me, yet she ne's know why.
Thou, who dost wound us with such art,
We see no bloud drop from the heart,
And subtly cruell leav'st no sign
To tell the blow or band was thine.
May thence beleeve the wound did come from thee.
(then? | By that young sprightfull boy, thy son,
If I pursue, hee's small, and light,
Both seen at once, and out of sight:
At the third step, I'm caught agen:
Or clip the wanton's wings or break his bow.
But 0! we scorn the profer'd lip and face ;
A SIGH SENT TO HIS ABSENT LOVE.
I sent a sigh unto my blest one's eare,
Which lost it's way, and never did come there;
Should mildly entertain this travelling aire:
Each Aowry garden I did search, for fear
It might mistake a lilly for her eare;
And having there took lodging, might still dwell
Hous'd in the concave of a christall bell.