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«. Yet, ere I die, thus much my soul doth vow,

Revenge shall sweeten death with ease of mind :
È How fair thou wert above all woman kind,
And I will cause posterity shall know,

And after-ages monuments shall find,
Showing thy beauty's title, not thy name,

Rose of the world, that sweeten'd so the same.'
“ This said, though more desirous yet to say,

(Por sorrow is unwilling to give over)
He doth repress what grief should else bewray,

Lest he too much his passions should discover,

And yet respect scarce bridles such a lover,
So far transported, that he knows not whither,
For love and majesty dwell ill together.

ALTHOUGH the meaner sort (whose thoughts are
" Then were my funerals not long deferred, As in another region, far below
But done with all the rites pomp could devise,

The sphere of greatness) cannot rightly taste
At Godstow, where my body was interred,
And richly tomb'd in honourable wise,

What touch it hath, nor right her passions know:
Where yet as now scarce any note descries Yet have I bere adventur'd to bestow
Editora Marble and brass so little lasting be.
Unto these times, the memory of me,

Words apon grief, as my griefs comprehend,

And made this great afflicted lady show, " For those walls, which the credulous devout

Out of my feelings, what she might have penn'd:
And apt-believing ignorant did found ;

And here the same, I bring forth to attend
With willing zeal, that never call'd in doubt,

Upou thy reverend name, to live with thee
'That time their works should ever so confound,
kom date te Lie like confused heaps as under ground.

Most virtuous lady, that voachsaf'st to lend
And what their ignorance esteem'd so holy, Ear to my notes, and comfort unto me,
The wiser ages do account as folly.

That one day may thine own fair virtues spread, but in Re-edify'd the wreck of my decays, " And were it not thy favourable lines

Being secretary now but to the dead.
And that thy accents willingly assigns
Some further date, and give me longer days,
Few in this age had known my beauty's praise.
But thus renew'd, my fame redeems some time, Upon the second agreement (the first being broken
Till other ages shall neglect thy rhyme.

through jealousy of a disproportion of eminency)

between the triumviri Octavius Cæsar, Marcus An" Then when confusion in her course shall bring tonius, and Lepidus; Octavia, the sister of Octavius Sad desolation on the times to come :

Cæsar, was married to Antonius, as a link to comWhen mirthless Thames shall have no swan to sing, bine that which never yet, the greatest strength of All music silent, and the Muses dumb;

Nature, or any power of nearest respect, could long And yet even then it must be known to some, hold together; who, made but the instrument of That once they flourish'd, though not cherish'd so, others' ends, and delivered up as an ostage, to And Thames had swans as well as ever Po. serve the opportunity of advantages, met not with

that integrity she brought; but as highly preferred " But here an end, I may no longer stay,

to affliction, encountered with all the grievances I must return t'attend at Stygian flood :

that beat upon the misery of greatness, exposed to Yet, ere I go, this one word more I pray,

stand betwixt the diverse tending humours of unTell Delja, now her sigh may do me good, quiet parties: for Antony having yet upon him the And will her note the frailty of our blood.

fetters of Egypt, laid on by the power of a most And if I pass unto those happy banks,

incomparable beauty, could admit no new laws Then she must have her praise, thy pen her thanks.” into the state of his affection, or dispose of himself,

being not himself; but as having his heart turned So vanish'd she, and left me to return

eastward, whither the point of his desires are diTo prosecute the terrour of my woes:

rected, touched with the strongest allurements al botas de a Eternal matter for my Muse to mourn,

that ambition and a licentious sovereignty could But yet the world hath heard too much of those, draw a man unto, could not truly descend to the Testing and trains

My youth such errours must no more disclose. private love of a civil nurtred matron, whose en-
I'll hide the rest, and grieve for what hath been, tertainment, bounded with modesty and the na-
Who made me known, must make we live anseen. ture of her education, knew not to clothe her

affections in any other colours than the plain the last that

habit of truth, wherein she ever suited all her acthat our lates

tions, and used all her best ornaments of honesty, to win the good liking of him that held her, but as

a curtain, drawn between him and Octavius, to -HOP CU BÀN ath, and froe meer

shadow his other purposes withal, which the sharp sight of an equally jealous ambition would soon

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pierce into, and as easily look through and over For I conld never think the aspiring mind
blood and nature, as he to abuse it; and there. Of worthy and victorious Antony,
fore, to prevent his aspiring, he arms his forces, ei- Could be by such a syren so declind,
ther to reduce Antony to the rank of his estate, or As to be train'd a prey to luxury ;
else to disrank him out of state and all. When I could not think my lords would be s' unkind,
Octavia, by the employment of Antony, (as being As to despise his children, Rome, and me;
not yet ready to put his fortune to her trial) throws But.O! bow soon are they deceive that trast,
herself, great with child, and as big with sorrow, And more their shame, that will be so anjost
into the travail of a most laboursome reconcilia-
tion : taking her journey from the furthest part of But now that certain fame hath open laid
Greece to find Octavius, with whom her cares and Thy new relapse, and strange revolt from be;
tears were so good agents, that they affected their Truth bath quite beaten all my hopes asay,
commission beyond all expectation, and for that And made the passage of my sorrows free;
time quite disarmed their wrath, which yet long For now, poor heart, there's nothing in the way
could not hold so. Por Antonius falling into the Remains to stand betwixt despair and thee;
Telapse of his former disease, watching his oppor- All is thrown down, there comes no succoars ser,
tunity, got over again into Egypt, where he so it is most true, my lord is most untrue.
forgot himself, that he quite put off his own pa-
ture, and wholly became a prey to his pleasures, And now I may with shame enough pull in
as if he bad wound himself out of the respect of The colours I advanced in his grace;
his country, blood, and alliance, which gave to For that subduing power that him did win,
Octavia the cause of much affiction, and to me Hath lost me too the honour of my face:
the argument of this letter.

Yet why should I, bearing no part of sin,
Bear such a mighty part of his disgrace?
Yes, though it be not mine, it is of mine;

And his renown being 'clips'd, mine cannot shise.

Which makes me, as I do, hide from the eye To thee (yet dear) though most disloyal lord,

Of the misjudging vulgar, that will deem, Whom impious love keeps in a barbarous land,

That sure there was in me some reason why Thy wronged wife Octavia sendeth word

Which made thee thus my bed to disesteem: Of the unkind wounds received by thy hand;

So that, alas! poor undeserving I Great Antony, O! let thine eyes afford

A cause of thy unclean deserts shall seem, But to permit thy heart to understand

Though lust takes never joy in what is due, The hurt thou dost, and do but read her tears, But still leaves known delights to seek out ner. That still is thine, though thou wilt not be hers.

And yet my brother Cæsar laboured Although, perhaps, these my complaints may come To have me leave thy house, and live more free; Whilst thou in the arms of that incestuous queen,

But God forbid Octavia should be led, The stain of Egypt, and the shame of Rome,

To leave to live in thine, though left by thee; Shalt dallying sit, and blush to have them seen, The pledges here of thy forsaken bed Whilst proud disdainful she, guessing from whom Are still the objects that remember me, The message came, and what the cause hath been, What Antony was once, althongh false now, Will scorning say, “Faith, this comes from your dear, And is my lord, though he neglect his von. Now, sir, you must be shent for staying here.”

These walls that here do keep me ought of sight, From her indeed it comes, delicious dame,

Shall keep me all unspotted unto thee, (Thou royal concubine and queen of lust)

And testify that I will do thee right, Whose armsyet pure,whose breasts are void ofblame, I'll never stain thy house, though thou shame me: And whose most lawful fame proves thine unjust: The now sad chamber of my once delight 'T is she that sends the message of thy shame, Shall be the temple of my piety, And his untruth that hath betray'd thy trust; Sacred unto the faith I reference, Pardon, dear lord, from her these sorrows are, Where I will pay my tears for thy offence. Whose bed brings neither infamy nor war. And therefore bear her words, that too too much

Although my youth, thy absence, and this wrong Hath heard the wrongs committed by thy shame; Might draw my blood to forfeit unto shame, Although at first my truth in thee was such,

Nor need. I frustrate my delights so long, As it held out against the strongest fame;

That have such means to carry so the same, My heart would never let in once a touch

Since that the face of greatness is so strong, Of least belief, till all confirm'd the same;

As it dissolves suspect, and bears out blame, That I was almost last that would believe,

Having all secret helps that long thereto, Because I knew me first that most must grieve.

That seldom wants there ought but will to do. How oft have poor abused I took part

Which yet to do, ere Just this heart shall frame, With falsehood, only for to make thee true? Earth swallow me alive, Hell wrap me bence : How oft have I argued against iny heart,

Shall I, because despis’d, contemn my sbame, Not suffering it to know that which it knew ? And add disgrace to others' impudence? And for I would not have thee what thou art, What can my power, but give more power to fame? I made myself unto myself untrue:

Greatness must make it great incontinence: So much my love labour'd against my sin, Chambers are false, the bed and all will tell, To shut out fear, which yet kept fear within. No door keeps in their shame that do not well.

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Hath greatness ought peculiar else alone, Is it that love doth take no true delight
23477 What doth divide the cottage from the throne,

But to stand fair and bright above the base ? In what it hath, but still in' what it would,
If vice shall lay both level with disgrace?

Which draws you on to do us this unright,

Whilst fear in us of loosing what we hold, *** What privilege hath honour by his place?

For if uncleanness make them but all one, Keeps us in still to you, that set us light, 2. What though our sins go brave and better clad,

So that, what you unties, doth us infold?

Then Love, 't is thou that dost confound us so, They are as those in rags, as base, as bad. To make our truth, th' occasion of our woe. . I know not how, but wrongfully I know

Distressed womankind, that either must, 2. Hath undiscerning custom plac'd our kind For loving loose your loves, or get neglect : 1. Under desert, and set us far below

Whilst wantons are more card for than the just,

And falsehood cherish'd, faith without respect : 2. Charging our wrong reputed weakness, how

Better she fares in whom is lesser trust,
We are unconstant, fickle, false, unkind :

And more is lov'd that is in more suspect.
And though our life with thousand proofs shows no, Which (pardon me) shows no great strength of mind
Yet since strength says it, weakness must be so.

To be most theirs, that use you most unkind.

Yet well it fits, for that sin, ever must *** Of power to do of life's best benefit ; Unequal partage, to b' allowed no share

Be tortur'd with the rack of his own frame;

For he that holds no faith, shall find no trust,
Of virtue, action, liberty, and might:

But sowing wrong, is sure to reap the same :
Rus, Must you have all, and not vouchsafe to spare

How can he look to have his measure just,
Our weakness any intrest of delight?

That fills deceit, and reckons not of shame,
Is there no portion left for us at all,

And be'ng not pleas'd with what he hath in lot,
But sufferance, sorrow, ignorance, and thrall ?

Shall ever pine for that wbich he hath not?
Thrice happy you, in whom it is no fault,

Yet if thou could'st not love, thou might'st have

To know, to speak, to do, and to be wise :
Whose words have credit

, and whose deeds, though Though to have seem'd had likewise been unjust: Must yet be made to seem far otherwise: (naught, Yet so much are lean shows of us esteem'd,

That oft they feed, though not suffice our trust :
You can be only heard, whilst we are taught
To hold our peace, and not to exercise

Because our nature grieveth to be deem'd
The powers of our best parts, because your parts

To be so wrong'd, although we be, and must;
Have with our freedom robb'd us of our hearts.

And it 's some ease yet to be kindly us'd

In outward show, though secretly abus’d.
We, in this prison of ourselves confin’d,
Must here shut up with our own passions live

But woe to her that both in show despis’d,
Turn’d in upon us, and deny'd to find

And in effect disgrac'd, and left forlorn,

For whom no comforts are to be devis'd,
The vent of outward means that might relieve:

Nor no new hopes can evermore be born:
That they alone must take up all our mind :
& And no room left us, but to think and grieve.
chce, atoa Yet oft our narrow'd thoughts look more direct

O Antony, could it not bave suffic'd

That I was thine, but must be made her scorn, .

That envies all her blood, and doth divide

Thee from thyself, only to serve her pride ?
For should we too (as God forbid we should)
Eputami Carry no better hand on our desires

What fault have I committed that should make

So great dislike of me and of my love?
Than your strength doth, what int’rest could

Or doth thy fault but an occasion'take
Our wronged patience pay you for your hires ?

Por to dislike what most doth it reprove ?
What mixture of strange generations would

Because the conscience gladly would mistake
Succeed the fortunes of uncertain sires ?

Her own misdeeds, which she would fain remove;
What foul confusion in your blood and race,

And they that are unwilling to amend,
learn it ong To your immortal shame and our disgrace ?

Will take offence, because they will offend.
What, are there bars for us, no bounds for you? Or having run beyond all pardon quite,
Must levity stand sure, though firmness fall ? They fly and join with sin, as wholly his,
And are you privileg'd to be untrue,

Making it now their side, their part, their right,
And we no grant to be dispens'd withal ?

And to turn back, would show t' have done amiss:
Must we inviolable keep your due,

For now they think, not to be opposite
Both to your love and to your falsehood thrall ? To what upbraids their fault, were wickedness :

Whilst you have stretch'd your lust upon your will, Su much doth folly thrust them into blame,
As if your strength were licens'd to do ill.

That ev'n to leave off shame, they count it shame.
Oh! if you be more strong, then be more just, Which do not thou, dear lord, for I do not
Clear this suspicion, make not th' world to doubt, Pursue thy fault, but sue for thy return
Whether in strong or weak be better trust, Back to thyself, whom thou hast both forgot
If frailty or else valour be more stout :

With me, poor me, that doth not spite, but moum;
And if we have shut in our hearts from lust, And if thou could'st as well annend thy blot
Let not your bad example let them out,

As I forgive, these plaints had been forborne:
Think that there is like feeling in our blood, And thou should'st be tbe same unto my heart,
If you will have us good, be you then good. Which onee thou wert, not that which now thou art.

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Though deep doth sit the hard recovering smart Thus they assail thy nature's weakest side,
Of that last wound (which God grant be the last) And work upon th' advantage of thy mind,
And more doth touch that tender feeling part Knowing where judgment stood least fortified,
Of my sad soul, than all th' unkindness past: And how t'encounter folly in her kind:
And, Antony, I appeal to thine own heart, [hast) But yet the while, O what dost tbou abide,
(If th' heart which once was thine, thou yet still Who in thyself such wrestling thoughts dost for
To judge if ever woman that did live

In what confused case is thy soul in,
Had juster cause, than wretched I, to grieve? Rack'd betwixt pity, sorrow, shame, and sia?
For coming unto Athens, as I did,

I cannot tell, but sure I dare believe Weary and weak with toil, and all distress'd, My travels needs must some compassion more: After I had with sorrow compassed

For no such lock to blood could Nature gire, A hard consent, to grant me that request :

To shut out pity, though it shut out love: And how my travel was considered,

Conscience must leave a little way to grieve, And all my care and cost, thyself knows best, To let in hortour, coming to reprore. That would'st not move one foot from lust for me, The guilt of thine offence that caus'd the same, That had left all was dear to come to thee. For deepest wounds the hand of our own shame For first, what great ado had I to win

Never have unjust pleasures been complete, My offended brother Cæsar's backward will? In joys entire, but still fear kept the door, And pray'd, and wept, and cry'd to stay the sin And held back something from that full of sweet, Of civil rancour, rising 'twixt you still :

To intersour unsure delights the more: For in what case shall wretched I be in,

For never did all circumstances meet Set betwixt both, to share with both your ill ? With those desires which were conceiv'd befors, “ My blood,” said I, “ with either of you goes, Something must still be left to check our sin, Whoever win, I shall be sure to loose.”

And give a touch of wbat should not have beer. For what shame should such mighty persons get, Wretched mankind! wherefore hath Nature teade For two weak women's cause to disagree? The lawful undelightful, th' unjust shame? Nay, what shall I that shall be deem'd to set

As if our pleasure only were forbad, Th’enkindled fire, seeming inflam'd for me? But to give fire to lust, t'add greater flame: O, if I be the motive of this heat,

Or else, but as ordained more to lade Let these unguilty hands the quenchers be, Our heart with passions to confound the same; And let me trudge to mediate an accord,

Which though it be, yet add not worse to ill, The agent 'twixt my brother and my lord.

Do, as the best men do, bound thine cun will. With prayers, vows, and tears, with urging hard, Redeem thyself, and now at length make peace I wrung from him a slender grant at last,

With thy divided heart, oppress'd with toil : And with the rich provisions I prepar'd

Break up this war, this breast-dissention cease, For thy (intended) Parthian war made baste,

Thy passions to thy passions reconcile: Weighing not how my poor weak body fard,

I do not only seek my good t' increase,
But all the tedious difficulties past,

But thine own ease and liberty; the while
And came to Athens; whence I Niger sent, Thee in the circuit of thyself confine
To show thee of my coming and intent.

And be thine own, and then thou wilt be mine
Whereof when he had made relation,
I was commanded to approach no near :

I know my pitied love doth aggravate Then sent I back, to know what should be done

Envy and wrath for these wrongs offered:

And that my sufferings add with my estate With th' horse, and men, and money I had there:

Coals in thy bosom, hatred on thy huad: Whereat, perhaps, when some remorse begun

Yet is not that my fault, but my hard fate, To touch thy soul, to think yet what we were, Th' enchantress straight step'd 'twixt thy heart Of all but thee, than that my love should be

Who rather wish t' have been unpitied
and thee,

Hurtful to him that is so dear to me.
And intercepts all thoughts that came of me.
She arms her tears, the engines of deceit,

Cannot the busy world let me alone,
And all her battery to oppose my love,

To bear alone the burden of my grief, And bring thy coming grace to a retreat,

But they must intermeddle with my moan, The power of all her subtlety to prove :

And seek t' offend me with unsought relief Now pale and faint she laaguishes, and straight

Whilst my afflictions labour to move node
Seems in a sound, unable more to move:

But only thee: must pity play the thief,
Whilst her instructed fellows ply thine ears To steal so many hearts to burt my heart,
With forged passions, mix'd with feigoed tears. And move a part against my dearest part?
“Hard-hearted lord,” say they, “how can’st thou Yet all this shall not prejudice my lord,
This mighty queen, a creature so divine, (see If yet be will but make return at last,
Lie thus distress'd, and languishing for thee, His sight shall raze out of the sad record
And only wretched, but for being thine ?

Of my inrolled grief all that is past:
Whilst base Octavia must entitled be

And I will not so much as once afford Thy wife, and she esteem'd thy concubine: Place for a thought, to think I was disgrac'd; Advance thy heart, raise it unto his right,

And pity shall bring back again with me, And let a sceptre baser passions quit."

Th' offended hearts that have forsaken thee.



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TO THE MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY OF THE BIOHEST BORN DE 33 Vith what strange forms and shadows ominous,

PRINCESS, ANN OF DENMARK, QUÉEN OF ENGLAND, to block Pid my last sleep my griev'd soul entertain ?

SCOTLAND, FRANCE, AND IRELAND. thought and dreamt, yet ! dreams are but frivolous, leates logind yet I'll tell it, and God grant it vain.

Here, what your sacred influence begat comiethought a mighty hippopotamus',

(Most lov'd, and most respected majesty)
ciete iz 'rom Nilus floating, thrusts into the main, With humble heart and hand, I consecrate
ads til bar
Jpon whose back a wanton mermaid sat,

Unto the glory of your memory:
Is if she rul'd his course, and steer'd his fate. As being a piece of that solemnity,

Which your magnificence did celebrate
E se fer with whom t encounter, forth another makes,

In hallowing of those roofs (you rear'd of late) mething that like in kind, of strength and power as good :

With fires and cheerful hospitality ; are dedichu 24t whose engrappling, Neptune's mantle takes

Whereby, and by your splendent worthiness, eie purple coloar, dy'd with streams of blood;

Your name shall longer live, than shall your walls : a whop Whereat this looker-on amaz'd, forsakes

For that fair structure goodness finishes, till be better champion there, who yet the better stood :

Bears off all change of times, and never falls. di sbar shu But see'ng her gone, straight after her he hies,

And that is it hath let you in so far
Is if bis heart and strength lay in her eyes.

Into the heart of England, as you are.
And worthily, for never yet was queen,

That more a people's love have merited one oren follows wrath upon disgrace and fear,

By all good graces, and by having been
Whereof th' event forsook me with the night,

The means our state stands fast established,
But my wak'd cares gave me, these shadows were

And bless'd by your bless'd womb, who are this day
Drawn but from darkness to instruct the light;

The bighest-born queen of Europe, and alone These secret figures Nature's message bear

Have brought this land more blessings every way, Of coming woes, were they desciphered right;

Than all the daughters of strange kings have done.
But if as clouds of sleep thou shalt them take,

For we by you no claims, no quarrels have,
Yet credit wrath and spite that are awake.

No factions, no betraying of affairs :

You do not spend our blood, nor states, but sare: this bar present, great spirit, the tempests that begin,

You strength us by alliance, and your heirs. passics menf lust and thy ambition have left way

Not like those fatal marriages of France, my rood But to look out, and have not shut all in,

For whom this kingdom hath so dearly paid, e and liber To stop thy judgment from a true survey

Which only our affictions did advance, t of the 3f thy estate, and let thy heart within

And brought us far more miseries than aid. and then the Consider in what danger thou dost lay

Renowned Denmark, that hast furnished
Thy life and mine, to leave the good thou hast,

The world with princes, how much do we owe ore deti To follow hopes with shadows overcast.

To thee for this great good thou didst bestow,
Whereby we are both bless'd and honoured ?

Thou did'st not so much hurt us heretofore,
Come, come away from wrong, from craft, from But now thou hast rewarded us far more.

But what do I on this high subject fall
"Possess thine own with right, with truth, with Here, in the front of this low pastoral ?

This a more grave and spacious room requires,
Break from these snares, thy jadgment unbeguile, To show your glory, and my deep desires.
"Free thine own torment, and my grief release.
Bu, whither am I carried all this while

Your majesty's most humble servant,
Beyond my scope, and know not when to cease?

SAMUEL DÁNIEL. Words still with my increasing sorrows grow : meddle I know t' have said too much, but not enow.

Wherefore no more, but only I commend cos labores To thee the heart that's thine; and so I end.




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