151:00,000@@@@@| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:01,001[A ]| I thinke not on the state, nor am concern'd 151:01,002[A ]| Which way soever that great Helme is turn'd, 151:01,003[A ]| But as that sonne whose father's danger nigh 151:01,004[A ]| Did force his native dumbnesse, and untye 151:01,005[A ]| The fettred organs: so here is a cause 151:01,006[A ]| That will excuse the breach of nature's lawes. 151:01,007[A ]| Silence were now a Sin: Nay passion now 151:01,008[A ]| Wise men themselves for merit would allow. 151:01,009[A ]| What noble eye could see, (and carelesse passe) 151:01,010[A ]| The dying Lion kick'd by every asse? 151:01,011[A ]| Hath Charles so broke God's lawes, he must not have 151:01,012[A ]| A quiet crowne, nor yet a quiet grave? 151:01,013[A ]| Tombes have been sanctuaryes, Theeves lye here 151:01,014[A ]| Secure from all their penaltie and feare. 151:01,015[A ]| Great Charles his double misery was this 151:01,016[A ]| Unfaithfull friends, ignoble enemies; 151:01,017[A ]| Had any heathen been this prince's foe, 151:01,018[A ]| He would have wept to see him injur'd soe. 151:01,019[A ]| His title was his crime, they'd reason good 151:01,020[A ]| To quarrell at the right they had withstood. 151:01,021[A ]| He broke God's lawes, and therefore he must dye, 151:01,022[A ]| And what shall then become of thee and I? 151:01,023[A ]| Slander must follow treason; But yet stay, 151:01,024[A ]| Take not our reason with our king away. 151:01,025[A ]| Though you have seiz'd upon all our defence, 151:01,026[A ]| Yet do not sequester our common sense. 151:01,027[A ]| But I admire not at this new supply: 151:01,028[A ]| No bounds will hold those who at scepters flye. 151:01,029[A ]| Christ will be King, but I ne're understood, 151:01,030[A ]| His subjects built his kingdome up with blood, 151:01,031[A ]| (Except their owne) or that he would dispence 151:01,032[A ]| With his commands, though for his owne defence. 151:01,033[A ]| Oh! to what height of horrour are they come, 151:01,034[A ]| Who dare pull downe a crowne, teare up a Tomb! 151:02,000[' ]| 151:02,000[' ]| 151:02,001[A ]| Hasten (great prince) unto thy British Isles, 151:02,002[A ]| Or all thy subjects will become exiles; 151:02,003[A ]| To thee they flock, Thy presence is their home, 151:02,004[A ]| As Pompey's residence made Afrique Rome. 151:02,005[A ]| They that asserted thy just cause go hence, 151:02,006[A ]| There to expresse their joy and reverence; 151:02,007[A ]| And they that did not, now, by wonder taught, 151:02,008[A ]| Go to confesse and expiate their fault; 151:02,009[A ]| So that if thou dost stay, thy gasping land 151:02,010[A ]| Will it selfe empty on the Belgique strand, 151:02,011[A ]| Where the affrighted Dutchman doth professe 151:02,012[A ]| He thinkes it an invasion, not addresse. 151:02,013[A ]| As we unmonarch'd were for want of thee, 151:02,014[A ]| So till thou com'st we shall unpeopled be. 151:02,015[A ]| None but the close Fanatique will remaine, 151:02,016[A ]| Who by our Loyaltie his ends will gaine: 151:02,017[A ]| And he the exhausted land will quickly find 151:02,018[A ]| As desolate a place as he design'd. 151:02,019[A ]| For England (though growne old with woes) will see 151:02,020[A ]| Her long deny'd and soveraigne remedy. 151:02,021[A ]| So when Old Jacob could but credit give 151:02,022[A ]| That his prodigious Joseph still did live, 151:02,023[A ]| (Joseph that was preserved to restore 151:02,024[A ]| Their lives, who would have taken his before) 151:02,025@b | It is enough 151:02,025[A ]| (sayes he) 151:02,025@b | to Egypt I 151:02,026@b | Will go, and see him once before I dye. 151:03,000[' ]| 151:03,000[' ]| 151:03,001[A ]| Whom doth this stately navy bring? 151:03,002[A ]| O! 'tis great Britaine's glorious King; 151:03,003[A ]| Convey him then, you winds and seas, 151:03,004[A ]| Swift as desire, and calme as peace. 151:03,005[A ]| In your respect let him survey 151:03,006[A ]| What all his other subjects pay, 151:03,007[A ]| And prophecie to them againe 151:03,008[A ]| The splendid smoothnesse of his reigne. 151:03,009[A ]| Charles and his mighty hopes you beare: 151:03,010[A ]| A greater now then Caesar's heare; 151:03,011[A ]| Whose veines a richer purple boast 151:03,012[A ]| Then ever Hero's yet ingrosst; 151:03,013[A ]| Sprung from a father so august, 151:03,014[A ]| He triumphs in his very dust. 151:03,015[A ]| In him two miracles we view, 151:03,016[A ]| His Vertue and his safetie too. 151:03,017[A ]| For when compell'd by traitors crimes 151:03,018[A ]| To breath and bow in foreigne climes, 151:03,019[A ]| Expos'd to all the rigid fate 151:03,020[A ]| That doth on wither'd greatnesse waite, 151:03,021[A ]| Had plots for life and conscience laid, 151:03,022[A ]| By foes pursu'd, by friends betraid; 151:03,023[A ]| Then heaven, his secret potent friend, 151:03,024[A ]| And, what's more yet, kept him upright 151:03,025[A ]| Midst flattering hope and bloudy fright. 151:03,026[A ]| Cromwell his whole right never gain'd, 151:03,027[A ]| Defender of the faith remain'd, 151:03,028[A ]| For which his predecessours fought 151:03,029[A ]| And wrote, but none so dearly bought. 151:03,030[A ]| Never was prince so much besieged, 151:03,031[A ]| At home provok'd, abroad oblig'd: 151:03,032[A ]| Nor ever man resisted thus, 151:03,033[A ]| No, not great Athanasius. 151:03,034[A ]| No helpe of friends could, or foes spight, 151:03,035[A ]| To fierce invasion him invite. 151:03,036[A ]| Revenge to him no pleasure is, 151:03,037[A ]| He spar'd their bloud who gap'd for his; 151:03,038[A ]| Blush'd any hands the English crowne 151:03,039[A ]| Should fasten on him, but their owne. 151:03,040[A ]| As peace and freedome with him went, 151:03,041[A ]| With him they come from banishment. 151:03,042[A ]| That he might his dominions win, 151:03,043[A ]| He with himselfe did first begin: 151:03,044[A ]| And, that first victory obtain'd, 151:03,045[A ]| His Kingdomes quickly he regain'd. 151:03,046[A ]| The illustrious sufferings of this Prince 151:03,047[A ]| Did all reduce, and all convince. 151:03,048[A ]| He onely liv'd with such successe, 151:03,049[A ]| That the whole world would fight with lesse. 151:03,050[A ]| Assistant Kings could but subdue 151:03,051[A ]| Those foes which he can pardon too. 151:03,052[A ]| He thinkes no slaughter trophyes good, 151:03,053[A ]| Nor lawrells dipt in subjects blood; 151:03,054[A ]| But with a sweet resistlesse Art 151:03,055[A ]| Disarmes the hand, and wins the heart; 151:03,056[A ]| And like a God doth rescue those 151:03,057[A ]| Who did themselves and him oppose. 151:03,058[A ]| Go, wondrous prince, adorne that throne 151:03,059[A ]| Which birth and merit make your owne, 151:03,060[A ]| And in your mercy brighter shine 151:03,061[A ]| Then in the gloryes of your line: 151:03,062[A ]| Find love at home, and abroade feare, 151:03,063[A ]| And Veneration every where. 151:03,064[A ]| Th'united world will you allow 151:03,065[A ]| Their Cheife, to whom the English bow, 151:03,066[A ]| And monarchs shall to yours resort, 151:03,067[A ]| As Sheba's Queen to Judah's court, 151:03,068[A ]| Returning thence constrained more 151:03,069[A ]| To wonder, envy, and adore. 151:03,070[A ]| Discover'd Rome will hate your crowne, 151:03,071[A ]| But she shall tremble at your frowne: 151:03,072[A ]| For England shall (rul'd and restor'd by you) 151:03,073[A ]| The suppliant world protect, or else subdue. 151:04,000[' ]| 151:04,000[' ]| 151:04,001[A ]| So cleare a season, and so snatch'd from stormes, 151:04,002[A ]| Shewes heaven delights to see what man performes. 151:04,003[A ]| Well knew the sun, if such a day were dimme, 151:04,004[A ]| It would have been an injury to him: 151:04,005[A ]| For then a cloud had from his eye conceal'd 151:04,006[A ]| The noblest sight that ever he beheld. 151:04,007[A ]| He therefore check'd the invading raines we fear'd. 151:04,008[A ]| And in a bright Parenthesis appear'd: 151:04,009[A ]| Soe that we knew not which look'd most content, 151:04,010[A ]| The King, the people, or the firmament. 151:04,011[A ]| But the solemnity once fully past, 151:04,012[A ]| The intermitted stormes return'd as fast, 151:04,013[A ]| And heaven and earth each other to out do, 151:04,014[A ]| Vyed both in Cannon, and in fire workes too. 151:04,015[A ]| So Israel past through the divided floud, 151:04,016[A ]| While in obedient heapes the Ocean stood; 151:04,017[A ]| But the same sea, the Hebrewes once on shore, 151:04,018[A ]| Came back in Torrents where it was before. 151:05,000[' ]| 151:05,000[' ]| 151:05,001[A ]| Now that the seas and winds so kind are growne, 151:05,002[A ]| In our advantage to resigne their owne; 151:05,003[A ]| Now you have quitted the triumphant fleet, 151:05,004[A ]| And suffered English ground to kisse your feet, 151:05,005[A ]| While your glad subjects with impatience throng 151:05,006[A ]| To see a blessing they have begg'd so long; 151:05,007[A ]| While Nature (who in complement to you 151:05,008[A ]| Kept back till now her warmth and beauty too) 151:05,009[A ]| Hath, to attend the luster your eyes bring, 151:05,010[A ]| Sent forth her lov'd Embassadour the Spring; 151:05,011[A ]| While in your praise fame's eccho doth conspire 151:05,012[A ]| With the soft touches of the sacred Lyre; 151:05,013[A ]| Let an obscurer Muse, upon her knees, 151:05,014[A ]| Present you with such offerings as these, 151:05,015[A ]| And you as a divinitie adore, 151:05,016[A ]| That so your mercy may appeare the more; 151:05,017[A ]| Who, though of those you should the best receive, 151:05,018[A ]| Can such imperfect ones as these forgive. 151:05,019[A ]| Haile royall beauty, virgin bright and great, 151:05,020[A ]| Who do our hopes secure, and joyes compleat. 151:05,021[A ]| We cannot reckon what to you we owe, 151:05,022[A ]| Who make him happy that makes us be so. 151:05,023[A ]| We did enjoy but half our King before, 151:05,024[A ]| You us our prince, and him his peace restore. 151:05,025[A ]| But heaven for us the desperate debt hath paid, 151:05,026[A ]| Who such a monarch hath your trophy made. 151:05,027[A ]| A prince whose vertue did alone subdue 151:05,028[A ]| Armies of men, and of offences too. 151:05,029[A ]| So good, that from him all our blessings flow, 151:05,030[A ]| Yet is a greater then he can bestow. 151:05,031[A ]| So great, that he dispences life and death, 151:05,032[A ]| And Europe's fate depends upon his breath. 151:05,033[A ]| (For fortune would her wrongs to him repaire, 151:05,034[A ]| By courtships greater then her mischiefes were: 151:05,035[A ]| As lovers, that of jealousie repent, 151:05,036[A ]| Grow troublesome in kind acknowledgment.) 151:05,037[A ]| Who greater courage shew'd in wooing you, 151:05,038[A ]| Then other princes in their battailes do. 151:05,039[A ]| Never was Spaine so generously defied; 151:05,040[A ]| Where they design'd a prey, he courts a bride. 151:05,041[A ]| Hence they may guesse what will his anger prove, 151:05,042[A ]| When he appear'd so brave in making love; 151:05,043[A ]| And be more wise then to provoke his armes, 151:05,044[A ]| Who can submitt to nothing but your charmes. 151:05,045[A ]| And till they give him leisure to subdue, 151:05,046[A ]| His enemies must owe their peace to you. 151:05,047[A ]| Whiles he and you, mixing illustrious rayes, 151:05,048[A ]| As much above our wishes as our praise, 151:05,049[A ]| Such Heroes shall produce, as even they 151:05,050[A ]| Without regret or blushes shall obey. 151:06,000[' ]| 151:06,001[A ]| You justly may forsake a land which you 151:06,002[A ]| Have found so guilty and so fatall too. 151:06,003[A ]| Fortune, injurious to your innocence, 151:06,004[A ]| Shot all her arrowes either heare, or hence. 151:06,005[A ]| 'Twas here bold Rebells once your life pursu'd, 151:06,006[A ]| (To whom 'twas Treason only to be rude) 151:06,007[A ]| Till you were forc'd by their unwearied spight 151:06,008[A ]| (O glorious criminall!) to take your flight. 151:06,009[A ]| Whence after you all that was humane fled; 151:06,010[A ]| For here, oh here the Royall Martyr bled, 151:06,011[A ]| Whose cause and heart must be divine and high, 151:06,012[A ]| That having you could be content to dye. 151:06,013[A ]| Here they purloin'd what we to you did owe, 151:06,014[A ]| And paid you in varietie of woe. 151:06,015[A ]| Yet all those billowes in your breast did meet 151:06,016[A ]| A heart so firme, so royall, and so sweet, 151:06,017[A ]| That over them you greater conquest made 151:06,018[A ]| Then your immortall father ever had. 151:06,019[A ]| For we may read in story of some few 151:06,020[A ]| That fought like him, none that endur'd like you: 151:06,021[A ]| Till sorrow blush'd to act what Traytors meant, 151:06,022[A ]| And providence it selfe did first repent. 151:06,023[A ]| But as our active, so our passive ill 151:06,024[A ]| Hath made your share to be the sufferer's still; 151:06,025[A ]| As from our mischiefes all your troubles grew, 151:06,026[A ]| 'Tis your sad right to suffer for them too. 151:06,027[A ]| Else our great Charles had not been hence so long, 151:06,028[A ]| Nor the Illustrious Gloucester died so young; 151:06,029[A ]| Nor had we lost a princesse all confest 151:06,030[A ]| To be the greatest, wisest, and the best; 151:06,031[A ]| Who leaving colder parts, but lesse unkinde, 151:06,032[A ]| (For it was here she sett, but there she shin'd) 151:06,033[A ]| Did to a most ingratefull climate come 151:06,034[A ]| To make a visit, and to find a tombe. 151:06,035[A ]| So that we should as much your smile despaire, 151:06,036[A ]| As of your stay in this unpurged aire; 151:06,037[A ]| But that your mercy doth exceed our crimes, 151:06,038[A ]| As much as your example former times, 151:06,039[A ]| And will forgive our offerings, though the flame 151:06,040[A ]| Doth tremble still betwixt regret and shame. 151:06,041[A ]| For we have justly suffer'd more then you, 151:06,042[A ]| By the sad guilt of all your sufferings too. 151:06,043[A ]| As you the great Idea have been seen 151:06,044[A ]| Of either fortune, and in both a Queen, 151:06,045[A ]| Live still triumphant by the noblest wars, 151:06,046[A ]| And justify your reconciled starres. 151:06,047[A ]| See your offendors for your mercy bow, 151:06,048[A ]| And your tryed Vertue all mankind allow; 151:06,049[A ]| While you to such a race have given birth, 151:06,050[A ]| As are contended for by heaven and earth. 151:07,000[' ]| 151:07,001[A ]| Wellcome sure pledge of reconciled powers, 151:07,002[A ]| If Kingdomes have good Angels, you are ours: 151:07,003[A ]| For th'ill ones, checkt by your bright influence, 151:07,004[A ]| Could never strike, till you were hurryed hence; 151:07,005[A ]| But then, as streames withstood more rapid grow, 151:07,006[A ]| Warre and confusion soon did overflow. 151:07,007[A ]| Such and so many sorrowes did succeed, 151:07,008[A ]| As it would be a new one now to read. 151:07,009[A ]| But whilst your luster was to us deny'd, 151:07,010[A ]| You scatter'd blessings every where beside. 151:07,011[A ]| Nature and fortune have so curious been, 151:07,012[A ]| To give you worth, and scene to shew it in; 151:07,013[A ]| But we do most admire that generous care 151:07,014[A ]| Which did your glorious Brother's troubles share; 151:07,015[A ]| So that he thought them in your presence none, 151:07,016[A ]| And yet your suff'rings did increase his owne. 151:07,017[A ]| O wondrous progeny! O race divine! 151:07,018[A ]| Who owe more to your actions then your line. 151:07,019[A ]| Your lives exalt your father's deathlesse name, 151:07,020[A ]| The blush of England, and the boast of fame. 151:07,021[A ]| Pardon, great Madam, this unfitt addresse, 151:07,022[A ]| Which doth profane the glory 'twould confesse. 151:07,023[A ]| Our crimes have banish'd us from you, and we 151:07,024[A ]| Were more remov'd by them then by the Sea. 151:07,025[A ]| Nor is it knowne whether we wrong'd you more 151:07,026[A ]| When we rebell'd, then now when we adore. 151:07,027[A ]| But what guilt found, Devotion cannot misse: 151:07,028[A ]| And you who pardon'd that, will pardon this. 151:07,029[A ]| Your blest returne tells us our stormes are ceast, 151:07,030[A ]| Our faults forgiven, and our starres appeas'd. 151:07,031[A ]| Your mercy, which no malice could destroy, 151:07,032[A ]| Shall first bestow, and then instruct our joy. 151:07,033[A ]| For bounteous heaven hath in your highnesse sent 151:07,034[A ]| Our great example, blisse, and ornament. 151:08,000[' ]| 151:08,001[A ]| Great Gloucester's dead, and yet in this we must 151:08,002[A ]| Confesse that angry heaven is wise and just. 151:08,003[A ]| We have so long and yet so ill endur'd 151:08,004[A ]| The woes which our offences had procur'd, 151:08,005[A ]| That this new shock would all our strength destroy, 151:08,006[A ]| Had we not knowne an intervall of joy. 151:08,007[A ]| And yet perhaps this stroke had been excus'd, 151:08,008[A ]| If we this intervall had not abus'd. 151:08,009[A ]| But our ingratitude and discontent 151:08,010[A ]| Deserv'd to know our mercies are but lent; 151:08,011[A ]| And those complaints heaven in this rigid fate 151:08,012[A ]| Doth first chastise, and then legitimate. 151:08,013[A ]| By this it our divisions dothreprove, 151:08,014[A ]| And makes us joine in griefe, if not in love. 151:08,015[A ]| For (glorious youth) all parties do agree, 151:08,016[A ]| As in admiring, so lamenting thee. 151:08,017[A ]| The soveraigne's, subject's, foreigner's delight 151:08,018[A ]| Thou wert the universall favourite. 151:08,019[A ]| Not Rome's belov'd and brave Marcellus fell 151:08,020[A ]| So much a darling or a miracle. 151:08,021[A ]| Built of the richest bloud and finest earth, 151:08,022[A ]| Yet hadst a heart more noble then thy birth; 151:08,023[A ]| Which by the afflictive changes thou didst know, 151:08,024[A ]| Thou hadst but too much cause and time to show. 151:08,025[A ]| For when fate did thy infancie expose 151:08,026[A ]| To the most barbarous and stupid foes; 151:08,027[A ]| Yet then thou didst so much express a prince, 151:08,028[A ]| As did even them amaze, if not convince. 151:08,029[A ]| Nay that loose Tyrant whom no bounds confin'd, 151:08,030[A ]| Whom neither lawes, nor oathes, nor shame could bind, 151:08,031[A ]| Although his soule was then his lookes more grim, 151:08,032[A ]| Yet thy brave Innocence halfe softned him, 151:08,033[A ]| And he that worth wherein thy soule was drest, 151:08,034[A ]| By his ill favour'd clemencie confest; 151:08,035[A ]| Less'ning the ill which he could not repent, 151:08,036[A ]| He call'd that travaile which was banishment. 151:08,037[A ]| Escap'd from him, thy Trialls were increast; 151:08,038[A ]| The scene was chang'd, but not the danger ceast. 151:08,039[A ]| Though from rough guardians co seducers gone, 151:08,040[A ]| Those made thy temper, these thy judgment knowne; 151:08,041[A ]| Whiles thou the noblest Champion wert for truth, 151:08,042[A ]| Whether we view thy courage or thy youth. 151:08,043[A ]| If to foyle nature and ambition claimes 151:08,044[A ]| Greater reward then to encounter flames, 151:08,045[A ]| All that shall know thy story must allow 151:08,046[A ]| A martyr's crowne prepared for thy brow. 151:08,047[A ]| But yet thou wert suspended from thy throne, 151:08,048[A ]| Til thy great brother had regain'd his owne: 151:08,049[A ]| Who though the bravest sufferer, yet even he 151:08,050[A ]| Could not at once have miss'd his crowne and thee. 151:08,051[A ]| But as comission'd Angels make no stay, 151:08,052[A ]| But having done their errand go their way; 151:08,053[A ]| So thy part done, not thy restored state, 151:08,054[A ]| The future splendour that did for thee waite, 151:08,055[A ]| Nor that thy prince and countrey must mourne for 151:08,056[A ]| Such a support, and such a councellour, 151:08,057[A ]| Could longer keepe thee from that Blisse, whence thou 151:08,058[A ]| Look'st downe with pitty on earth's Monarchs now; 151:08,059[A ]| Where thy capacious Soule may quench her thirst, 151:08,060[A ]| And younger brothers may inherit first. 151:08,061[A ]| While on our King heaven doth this care expresse, 151:08,062[A ]| To make his comforts safe, it makes them lesse. 151:08,063[A ]| For the successfull heathens us'd to say, 151:08,064[A ]| It is too much, great Gods! send some allay. 151:09,000[' ]| 151:09,000[' ]| 151:09,001[A ]| To you, whose dignitie strikes us with awe, 151:09,002[A ]| And whose far greater judgment gives us law, 151:09,003[A ]| Your mind being more transcendent then your state 151:09,004[A ]| (For while but knees to this, hearts bow to that) 151:09,005[A ]| These humble papers never durst come neare, 151:09,006[A ]| Had not your powerfull word bid them appeare; 151:09,007[A ]| In which such majestie, such sweetnesse dwells, 151:09,008[A ]| As in one Act obligeth and compells. 151:09,009[A ]| None can dispute commands vouchsafed by you; 151:09,010[A ]| What shall my feares then, and confusions do? 151:09,011[A ]| They must resigne, and by their just pretence 151:09,012[A ]| Some value set on my obedience; 151:09,013[A ]| For in religious dutyes, 'tis confest, 151:09,014[A ]| The most implicite are accepted best. 151:09,015[A ]| If on that score your highnesse will excuse 151:09,016[A ]| This blushing tribute of an artlesse muse, 151:09,017[A ]| She may (encourag'd by your least regard, 151:09,018[A ]| Which first doth worth create, and then reward) 151:09,019[A ]| At modest distance, with improved straines, 151:09,020[A ]| That mercy celebrate which now she gaines. 151:09,021[A ]| But should you that severer justice use, 151:09,022[A ]| Which these too prompt approaches may produce, 151:09,023[A ]| As the swift Doe, that hath escaped long, 151:09,024[A ]| Believes a vulgar shot would be a wrong; 151:09,025[A ]| But wounded by a prince, falls without shame, 151:09,026[A ]| And what in life she looseth gaines in fame: 151:09,027[A ]| So if a ray from you chance to be sent, 151:09,028[A ]| Which too consume, and not to warme, is meant 151:09,029[A ]| The trembling muse at least more nobly dyes, 151:09,030[A ]| And falls by that a truer sacrifice. 151:10,000[' ]| 151:10,000[' ]| 151:10,001[A ]| Allthough the most do with officious heat 151:10,002[A ]| Only adore the living and the great; 151:10,003[A ]| Yet this Queene's merit fame so far hath spread, 151:10,004[A ]| That she rules still, though dispossesst and dead. 151:10,005[A ]| For loosing one, two other crownes remain'd: 151:10,006[A ]| Over all hearts and her owne griefes she reign'd. 151:10,007[A ]| Two thrones so splendid, as to none are lesse, 151:10,008[A ]| But to that third which she doth now possesse. 151:10,009[A ]| Her birth and heart fortune so well did know, 151:10,010[A ]| That seeking her owne fame in such a foe, 151:10,011[A ]| She dress'd the spacious theatre for the fight, 151:10,012[A ]| And the admiring world call'd to the sight; 151:10,013[A ]| An army then of mighty sorrowes brought, 151:10,014[A ]| Who all against this single vertue fought; 151:10,015[A ]| And sometimes stratagems, and sometimes blowes, 151:10,016[A ]| To her heroique soule they did oppose; 151:10,017[A ]| But at her feet their vaine attempts did fall, 151:10,018[A ]| And she discover'd and subdu'd them all. 151:10,019[A ]| Till fortune weary of her malice grew, 151:10,020[A ]| Became her captive and her trophy too; 151:10,021[A ]| And by too late a tribute, beg'd to have been 151:10,022[A ]| Admitted subject to so brave a Queen. 151:10,023[A ]| But as some Hero who a field hath won, 151:10,024[A ]| Viewing the things he had so greatly done, 151:10,025[A ]| When by his spirit's flight he finds that he 151:10,026[A ]| With his owne life must buy the victory, 151:10,027[A ]| He makes the slaughter'd heape that next him lyes 151:10,028[A ]| His funerall pile, and there in triumph dyes: 151:10,029[A ]| So fell the royall dame, with conquering spent, 151:10,030[A ]| And left in every brest her monument; 151:10,031[A ]| Wherein so high an epitaph is writt, 151:10,032[A ]| As I must never dare to coppy it; 151:10,033[A ]| But that bright angel which did on her waite, 151:10,034[A ]| In fifty yeares contention with her fate, 151:10,035[A ]| And in that office did with wonder see 151:10,036[A ]| How great her troubles, how much greater she; 151:10,037[A ]| How she maintain'd her best prerogative, 151:10,038[A ]| In keeping still the power to forgive; 151:10,039[A ]| How high she did in her devotions go, 151:10,040[A ]| And how her condescensions stoopt as low; 151:10,041[A ]| With how much glory she had ever been 151:10,042[A ]| A daughter, sister, mother, wife, and Queen; 151:10,043[A ]| Will sure employ some deathlesse Muse to tell 151:10,044[A ]| Our children this instructive miracle, 151:10,045[A ]| Who may her sad illustrious life recite, 151:10,046[A ]| And after all her wrongs, may do her right. 151:11,000[' ]| 151:11,001[A ]| As when the Glorious Magazine of Light 151:11,002[A ]| Approaches to his Cannopy of night, 151:11,003[A ]| He with new splendour cloth's his dying rays, 151:11,004[A ]| And double brightness to his beams conveys; 151:11,005[A ]| As if to brave and check his ending fate, 151:11,006[A ]| Puts on his highest looks in's lowest State; 151:11,007[A ]| Drest in such Terrour as to make us all 151:11,008[A ]| Be Anti=persians, and adore his fall; 151:11,009[A ]| Then quits the world, depriving it of day, 151:11,010[A ]| While every herb and Plant does droop away: 151:11,011[A ]| So when our Gasping English Royalty 151:11,012[A ]| Perceiv'd her period now was drawing nigh, 151:11,013[A ]| She summons her whole strength to give one blow, 151:11,014[A ]| To raise her self, or pull down others too. 151:11,015[A ]| Big with revenge and hope, she now spake more 151:11,016[A ]| Of Terrour then in many months before; 151:11,017[A ]| And musters her attendants, or to save 151:11,018[A ]| Her from, or wait upon her to the Grave: 151:11,019[A ]| Yet but enjoy'd the miserable fate 151:11,020[A ]| Of setting Majesty, to dy in State. 151:11,021[A ]| Unhappy Kings! who cannot keep a throne, 151:11,022[A ]| Nor be so fortunate to fall alone! 151:11,023[A ]| Their weight sinks others: Pompey could not fly, 151:11,024[A ]| But half the world must beare him company; 151:11,025[A ]| Thus Captive Sampson could not life conclude, 151:11,026[A ]| Unless attended with a multitude. 151:11,027[A ]| Who'd trust to Greatness now, whose food is ayre, 151:11,028[A ]| Whose ruine sudden, and whose end despairs? 151:11,029[A ]| Who would presume upon his Glorious Birth, 151:11,030[A ]| Or quarrell for a spacious share of earth, 151:11,031[A ]| That sees such diadems become thus cheap, 151:11,032[A ]| And Heroes tumble in the common heap? 151:11,033[A ]| O! give me vertue then, which summs up all, 151:11,034[A ]| And firmely stands when Crowns and Scepters fall. 151:12,000[' ]| 151:12,000[' ]| 151:12,001[A ]| We had been still undone, wrapt in disguise, 151:12,002[A ]| Secure, not happy; cunning, but not wise; 151:12,003[A ]| War had been our design, int'rest our trade, 151:12,004[A ]| We had not dwelt in safety, but in shade, 151:12,005[A ]| Hadst thou not hung out light more welcome far 151:12,006[A ]| Then wandring Seamen think the Northern Star; 151:12,007[A ]| To shew, least we our happiness should m'isse, 151:12,008[A ]| 'Tis placid in Friendship, Men's (and Angells) bliss. 151:12,009[A ]| Friendship! which had a scorn or mask been made, 151:12,010[A ]| And still had been derided or betray'd; 151:12,011[A ]| At which the Politician still had laugh'd, 151:12,012[A ]| The souldier stormed, and the gallant scoff'd, 151:12,013[A ]| Or worn, not as a passion, but a plot, 151:12,014[A ]| At first pretended, or at last forgot; 151:12,015[A ]| Hadst thou not been her great deliverer, 151:12,016[A ]| And first discover'd, and then rescud her; 151:12,017[A ]| And raising what rude malice had flung down, 151:12,018[A ]| Unvayled her face, and then restor'd her Crown: 151:12,019[A ]| By so august an action to convince, 151:12,020[A ]| 'Tis greater to support then be a Prince. 151:12,021[A ]| O! for a voyce which big as thunder were, 151:12,022[A ]| That all mankind thy conqu'ring truths might heare! 151:12,023[A ]| Sure the Litigious as amaz'd would stand, 151:12,024[A ]| As Fairy Knights touch'd with Cambina's wand. 151:12,025[A ]| Nations and people would let fall their armes, 151:12,026[A ]| Drawn by thy softer and yet stronger charmes: 151:12,027[A ]| And what more honour could on thee be hurl'd, 151:12,028[A ]| Then to protect a vertue, save a world? 151:12,029[A ]| But while Great Friendship thou hast coppyd out, 151:12,030[A ]| Th' hast drawn thy self so well, that we may doubt 151:12,031[A ]| Which most appeares, thy Candour or thy Art, 151:12,032[A ]| Or we ow more unto thy braine or heart; 151:12,033[A ]| But this we know, without thy own consent, 151:12,034[A ]| Th' hast rear'd thy self a glorious monument; 151:12,035[A ]| And that so lasting as all fate forbids, 151:12,036[A ]| And will out-live Egyptian Pyramids. 151:12,037[A ]| Temples and Statues time will eat away, 151:12,038[A ]| And Tombs (like theyr inhabitants) decay; 151:12,039[A ]| But there Palaemon lives, and so he must 151:12,040[A ]| When Marbles crumble to forgotten dust. 151:13,000[' ]| 151:13,000[' ]| 151:13,000[A ]| Madam, 151:13,001[A ]| As when the first day dawn'd, man's greedy ey 151:13,002[A ]| Was apt to dwell on the bright Prodigy, 151:13,003[A ]| Till he might careless of his Organ grow, 151:13,004[A ]| And so his wonder prove his danger too: 151:13,005[A ]| So when our countrey (which was doom'd to be 151:13,006[A ]| Close mourner to it's own obscurity, 151:13,007[A ]| And in neglected chaos so long lay) 151:13,008[A ]| Was rescu 'd by your beams into a day, 151:13,019[A ]| Like men into a sudden lustre brought, 151:13,010[A ]| We Justly fear'd to gaze more then we ought. 151:13,000[A ]| <2> 151:13,011[A ]| From hence it is you loose most of your right, 151:13,012[A ]| Since none can pay't, or durst doe't if they might. 151:13,013[A ]| It is perfection's misery, that art and wit, 151:13,014[A ]| While they would honour, doe but injure it. 151:13,015[A ]| But as the Deity slights our expence, 151:13,016[A ]| And loves devotion more then eloquence: 151:13,017[A ]| So 'tis our confidence you are divine, 151:13,018[A ]| Makes us at distance thus approach your shrine, 151:13,019[A ]| And thus secur'd, to you who need no art, 151:13,020[A ]| I that speak least my wit, may speak my heart. 151:13,000[A ]| <3> 151:13,021[A ]| Then (much above our zealous injury) 151:13,022[A ]| Receive this tribute of our shades from me, 151:13,023[A ]| While your great splendours, like eternall spring, 151:13,024[A ]| To these sad groves such a refreshment bring, 151:13,025[A ]| That the despised Countrey may be growne, 151:13,026[A ]| And justly too, the envy of the Towne. 151:13,027[A ]| That so when all mankind at length have lost 151:13,028[A ]| The vertuous grandeur which they once did boast, 151:13,029[A ]| Of you, like pilgrims, they may here obtaine 151:13,030[A ]| Worth to recruit the dying world againe. 151:14,000[' ]| 151:14,000[' ]| 151:14,001[A ]| Sir, to be noble, when 'twas voted down, 151:14,002[A ]| To dare be good, though a whole age should frown; 151:14,003[A ]| To live within, and from that even state 151:14,004[A ]| See all the under=world stoop to its fate; 151:14,005[A ]| To give the law of honour, and dispence 151:14,006[A ]| All that is handsome, great and worthy thence; 151:14,007[A ]| Are things at once your practice and your end, 151:14,008[A ]| And which I dare admire, but not commend. 151:14,009[A ]| But since t'obleige the world you so delight, 151:14,010[A ]| You must descend within our reach and sight, 151:14,011[A ]| (For so divinity must take disguise, 151:14,012[A ]| Least mortalls perish with the bright surprize) 151:14,013[A ]| And thus your muse, which can enough reward 151:14,014[A ]| All actions study'd to be brave and hard, 151:14,015[A ]| And honours gives, than kings more permanent, 151:14,016[A ]| Above the reach of Acts of Parliament, 151:14,017[A ]| May suffer an acknowledgment from me, 151:14,018[A ]| For having thence received eternity. 151:14,019[A ]| My thoughts with such advantage you express, 151:14,020[A ]| I hardly know them in this charming dress; 151:14,021[A ]| And had I more unkindness from my friend 151:14,022[A ]| Then my demerits e're could apprehend, 151:14,023[A ]| Were the fleet courted with this gale of wind, 151:14,024[A ]| I might be sure a rich return to find. 151:14,025[A ]| So when the Shepheard on his nimph complain'd, 151:14,026[A ]| Apollo in his shape his Mistress gain'd: 151:14,027[A ]| She might have scorn'd the swain, and found excuse, 151:14,028[A ]| But could not his great Orator refuse. 151:14,029[A ]| But for Rosania's intrest, I should feare, 151:14,030[A ]| 'Twere harder to obtain your pardon here; 151:14,031[A ]| But your first goodness will, I know, allow 151:14,032[A ]| That what was bounty then, is mercy now. 151:14,033[A ]| Forgiveness is the noblest charity, 151:14,034[A ]| And nothing can worthy your favour be; 151:14,035[A ]| For you (god = like) are so much your own fate, 151:14,036[A ]| That what you will accept, you must create. 151:15,000[' ]| 151:15,000[' ]| 151:15,001[A ]| Nature, which is the vast creation's soule, 151:15,002[A ]| That steady curious agent in the whole, 151:15,003[A ]| The art of Heav'n, the order of this frame, 151:15,004[A ]| Is onely number in another name: 151:15,005[A ]| For as some King, conqu'ring what was his own, 151:15,006[A ]| Hath choice of severall titles to his crown; 151:15,007[A ]| So harmony, on this score now, that then, 151:15,008[A ]| Yet still is all that takes and governs men. 151:15,009[A ]| Beauty is but Composure, and we find 151:15,010[A ]| Content is but the Concord of the mind, 151:15,011[A ]| Friendship the Unison of well-tun'd hearts, 151:15,012[A ]| Honour's the Chorus of the noblest parts, 151:15,013[A ]| And all the world on which we can reflect, 151:15,014[A ]| Musique to th'Eare, or to the intellect. 151:15,015[A ]| If then each man a little world must be, 151:15,016[A ]| How many worlds are coppy'd out in Thee? 151:15,017[A ]| Who art so richly formed, so compleat, 151:15,018[A ]| T'epitomize all that is good or great; 151:15,019[A ]| Whose stars this brave advantage did impart, 151:15,020[A ]| Thy nature's more harmonious then thy art. 151:15,021[A ]| Thou dost above the Poets praises live, 151:15,022[A ]| Who fetch from thee th'Eternity they give; 151:15,023[A ]| And as true reason triumphs over sence, 151:15,024[A ]| Yet is subjected to intelligence: 151:15,025[A ]| So Poets on the lower world look down, 151:15,026[A ]| But Lawes on them; his height is all his own. 151:15,027[A ]| For, like divinity it self, his Lyre 151:15,028[A ]| Rewards the wit it did at first inspire: 151:15,029[A ]| And thus by double right Poets allow 151:15,030[A ]| His and their Laurells should adorn his brow. 151:15,031[A ]| Live then (Great soule of nature!) to asswage 151:15,032[A ]| The savage dullness of this sullen age; 151:15,033[A ]| Charm us to sence, and though experience faile, 151:15,034[A ]| And reason too, thy numbers will prevaile. 151:15,035[A ]| Then (like those Ancients) strike, and so command 151:15,036[A ]| All nature to obey thy generous hand: 151:15,037[A ]| None can resist, but such who needs will be 151:15,038[A ]| More stupid then a Stone, a Fish, a Tree. 151:15,039[A ]| Be it thy care our Age to new=create: 151:15,040[A ]| What built a world may sure repayre a state. 151:16,000[' ]| 151:16,000[' ]| <5 of September 1652.> 151:16,000[' ]| 151:16,001[A ]| Hoise up the saile, cry'd they who understand 151:16,002[A ]| No word that carry's kindnesse for the land: 151:16,003[A ]| Such sons of clamour, that I wonder not 151:16,004[A ]| They love the sea, whom sure some storme begot. 151:16,005[A ]| Had he who doubted motion these Men seen, 151:16,006[A ]| Or heard their tongues, he had convinced been: 151:16,007[A ]| For had our barke mov'd halfe as fast as they, 151:16,008[A ]| We had not need cast anchor by the way. 151:16,009[A ]| One of the rest, pretending to more wit, 151:16,010[A ]| Some small Italian spoke, but murther'd it; 151:16,011[A ]| For I (thankes to Saburra's letters) knew 151:16,012[A ]| How to distinguish 'twixt the false and true; 151:16,013[A ]| But to oppose them there as mad would be 151:16,014[A ]| As contradicting a presbyterie. 151:16,015[A ]| Let it be Dutch, quoth I, e'en what you please; 151:16,016[A ]| For him that spoke it might be bread and cheese. 151:16,017[A ]| So softly moves our Barke, which none controules, 151:16,018[A ]| As are the meetings of agreeing soules; 151:16,019[A ]| And the moon beames did on the water play, 151:16,020[A ]| As if at midnight 'twould create a day. 151:16,021[A ]| The amourous wave, that shar'd in such dispence, 151:16,022[A ]| Exprest at once delight and reverence. 151:16,023[A ]| Such trepidation we in lovers spye, 151:16,024[A ]| Under th'oppression of a mistresse eye. 151:16,025[A ]| But then the wind so high did rise and roare, 151:16,026[A ]| Some vow'd they'd never trust the traytor more. 151:16,027[A ]| Behold the fate that doth all gloryes sweep, 151:16,028[A ]| Writt in the dangerous wonders of the deep: 151:16,029[A ]| And yet behold man's easy folly more, 151:16,030[A ]| How soon we curse what late we did adore. 151:16,031[A ]| Sure he that first himselfs did thus convey, 151:16,032[A ]| Had some strong passion that he would obey. 151:16,033[A ]| The barke wrought hard, but found it was in vaine 151:16,034[A ]| To make its partie good against the maine, 151:16,035[A ]| Tost and retreated, till at last we see 151:16,036[A ]| She must be fast if e're she would be free. 151:16,037[A ]| We gravely anchor cast, and patiently 151:16,038[A ]| Lye prisoners to the weather's crueltie. 151:16,039[A ]| We had nor wind nor tide, nor ought but griefs, 151:16,040[A ]| Till a kind spring tide was our first reliefe. 151:16,041[A ]| Then we float merrily, forgetting quite 151:16,042[A ]| The sad confinement of the stormy night. 151:16,043[A ]| Ere we had lost those thoughts, we run aground, 151:16,044[A ]| And then how vaine to be secure we found. 151:16,045[A ]| Now they were all surpriz'd: well, if we must, 151:16,046[A ]| Yet none shall say that dust is gone to dust. 151:16,047[A ]| But we are off now, and the civill tide 151:16,048[A ]| Assisted us the Tempest to outride. 151:16,049[A ]| But what most pleas'd my mind upon the way, 151:16,050[A ]| Was the ships posture which in harbour lay: 151:16,051[A ]| Which so close to a rocky grove were fix'd, 151:16,052[A ]| That the trees branches with the tackling mix'd. 151:16,053[A ]| One would have thought it was, as then it stood, 151:16,054[A ]| A growing navy, or a floating wood. 151:16,055[A ]| But I have done at last, and do confesse 151:16,056[A ]| My voyage taught me so much tediousnesse; 151:16,057[A ]| In short, the heavens must needs propitious be, 151:16,058[A ]| Because Lucasia was concern'd for me. 151:17,000[' ]| 151:17,000[' ]| 151:17,000[' ]| <(set by Mr. H. Lawes.)> 151:17,000[' ]| 151:17,001[A ]| Come, my Lucasia, since we see 151:17,002[A ]| That miracles men's faith do move 151:17,003[A ]| By wonder and by Prodigy, 151:17,004[A ]| To the dull, angry world let's prove 151:17,005[A ]| There's a religion in our Love. 151:17,000[' ]| <2> 151:17,006[A ]| For though we were design'd t'agree, 151:17,007[A ]| That fate no liberty destroys, 151:17,008[A ]| But our election is as free 151:17,009[A ]| As Angells, who with greedy choice 151:17,010[A ]| Are yet determin'd to their joys. 151:17,000[' ]| <3> 151:17,011[A ]| Our hearts are doubled by their loss, 151:17,012[A ]| Here mixture is addition grown; 151:17,013[A ]| We both diffuse, and both engrosse, 151:17,014[A ]| And we, whose minds are so much one, 151:17,015[A ]| Never, yet ever, are alone. 151:17,000[' ]| <4> 151:17,016[A ]| We court our own captivity, 151:17,017[A ]| Then Thrones more great and innocent: 151:17,018[A ]| 'Twere banishment to be set free, 151:17,019[A ]| Since we weare fetters whose intent 151:17,020[A ]| Not bondage is, but Ornament. 151:17,000[' ]| <5> 151:17,021[A ]| Divided joys are tedious found, 151:17,022[A ]| And griefs united easyer grow: 151:17,023[A ]| We are our selves but by rebound, 151:17,024[A ]| And all our titles shuffled so, 151:17,025[A ]| Both Princes, and both subjects too. 151:17,000[' ]| <6> 151:17,026[A ]| Our hearts are mutuall victims lay'd, 151:17,027[A ]| While they (such power in friendship ly's) 151:17,028[A ]| Are Altars, Priests, and offerings made, 151:17,029[A ]| And each heart which thus kindly dy's, 151:17,030[A ]| Grows deathless by the sacrifice. 151:18,000[' ]| 151:18,000[' ]| 151:18,001[A ]| Content, the false world's best disguise, 151:18,002[A ]| The search and faction of the wise, 151:18,003[A ]| Is so abstruse and hid in night, 151:18,004[A ]| That like that Fairy red=crosse Knight, 151:18,005[A ]| Who treacherous falshood for cleare truth had got, 151:18,006[A ]| Men think they have it, when they have it not. 151:18,007[A ]| For courts content would gladly own, 151:18,008[A ]| But she ne're dwelt about a Throne; 151:18,009[A ]| And to be flatter'd, rich or great, 151:18,010[A ]| Are things that doe man's sences cheat; 151:18,011[A ]| But grave experience long since this did see, 151:18,012[A ]| Ambition and content could ne're agree. 151:18,013[A ]| Some vainer would content expect 151:18,014[A ]| From what their bright outsides reflect; 151:18,015[A ]| But sure content is more divine 151:18,016[A ]| Then to be digg'd from Rock or Mine; 151:18,017[A ]| And they that know her beautys will confess, 151:18,018[A ]| She needs no lustre from a glittering dress. 151:18,019[A ]| In Mirth some place her, but she scorns 151:18,020[A ]| Th'assistance of such crackling thorns, 151:18,021[A ]| Nor ow's her self to such thin sport, 151:18,022[A ]| That is so sharp, and yet so short; 151:18,023[A ]| And Paynters tell us they the same stroaks place 151:18,024[A ]| To make a Laughing and a weeping Face. 151:18,025[A ]| Others there are that place content 151:18,026[A ]| In Liberty from Government; 151:18,027[A ]| But who his passions doe deprave, 151:18,028[A ]| Though free from shackles, is a slave. 151:18,029[A ]| Content and Bondage differ onely then, 151:18,030[A ]| When we are chain'd by vices, not by men. 151:18,031[A ]| Some think the camp content does know, 151:18,032[A ]| And that she sits o' th' Victor's brow; 151:18,033[A ]| But in his Laurell there is seen 151:18,034[A ]| Often a cypress bough between. 151:18,035[A ]| Nor will content her self in that place give, 151:18,036[A ]| Where noise and tumult and destruction live. 151:18,037[A ]| But the most discreet beleive 151:18,038[A ]| The schooles this Jewell do receive, 151:18,039[A ]| And thus far true without dispute, 151:18,040[A ]| Knowledge is still the sweetest fruit. 151:18,041[A ]| But while men seek for truth they loose theyr peace; 151:18,042[A ]| And who heaps knowledge, sorrow doth increase. 151:18,043[A ]| But now some sullen Hermit smiles, 151:18,044[A ]| And thinks he all the world beguiles, 151:18,045[A ]| And that his cell and Dish containe 151:18,046[A ]| What all mankind doe wish in Vaine. 151:18,047[A ]| But yet his pleasure's follow'd with a grone, 151:18,048[A ]| For man was never made to be alone. 151:18,049[A ]| Content her self best comprehends 151:18,050[A ]| Betwixt two souls, and they two friends, 151:18,051[A ]| Whose either joys in both are fix'd, 151:18,052[A ]| And multiply'd by being mix'd; 151:18,053[A ]| Whose minds and interests are so the same, 151:18,054[A ]| Their very griefs, imparted, loose that name. 151:18,055[A ]| These, far remov'd from all bold noise, 151:18,056[A ]| And (what is worse) all hollow joys, 151:18,057[A ]| Who never had a meane design, 151:18,058[A ]| Whose flame is serious and divine, 151:18,059[A ]| And calme, and even, must contented be, 151:18,060[A ]| For they've both Union and society. 151:18,061[A ]| Then, my Lucasia, we who have 151:18,062[A ]| What ever love can give or crave, 151:18,063[A ]| With scorn or pitty can survey 151:18,064[A ]| The triffles which the most betray; 151:18,065[A ]| With innocence and perfect friendship fir'd, 151:18,066[A ]| By vertue joyn'd, and by our choice retir'd. 151:18,067[A ]| Whose mirrours are the crystall brooks, 151:18,068[A ]| Or else each other's hearts and looks; 151:18,069[A ]| Who cannot wish for other things 151:18,070[A ]| Then Privacy and friendship brings; 151:18,071[A ]| Whose thoughts and persons chang'd and mixt are one, 151:18,072[A ]| Enjoy content, or elce the world has none. 151:19,000[' ]| 151:19,000[' ]| 151:19,001[B ]| Say, my Orinda, why so sad? 151:19,002[A ]| Absence from thee will teare my heart; 151:19,003[A ]| Which, since with thine it union had, 151:19,004[A ]| Each parting splitts. 151:19,004[B ]| and can we part? 151:19,005[A ]| Our bodyes must. 151:19,005[B ]| but never we: 151:19,006[B ]| Our soules, without the helpe of sense, 151:19,007[B ]| By wayes more noble and more free 151:19,008[B ]| Can meet, and hold intelligence. 151:19,009[A ]| And yet those soules, when first they met, 151:19,010[A ]| Look'd out at windowes through the eyes. 151:19,011[B ]| But soon did such acquaintance get, 151:19,012[B ]| Not fate nor time can them surprize. 151:19,013[A ]| Absence will robb us of that blisse 151:19,014[A ]| To which this friendship title brings: 151:19,015[A ]| Love's fruits and joyes are made by this 151:19,016[A ]| Uselesse as Crownes to captive Kings. 151:19,017[B ]| Friendship's a science, and we knowe 151:19,018[B ]| There contemplation's most employ'd. 151:19,019[A ]| Religion's so, but practique too, 151:19,020[A ]| And both by niceties destroied. 151:19,021[B ]| But who ne're part can never meet, 151:19,022[B ]| And so that happinesse were lost. 151:19,023[A ]| Thus paine and Death are sadly sweet, 151:19,024[A ]| Since health and heaven such price must cost. 151:19,025[X ]| But we shall come where no rude hand shall sever, 151:19,026[X ]| And there wee'l meet, and part no more for ever. 151:20,000[' ]| 151:20,000[' ]| 151:20,001[A ]| We will not like those men our offerings pay 151:20,002[A ]| Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. 151:20,003[A ]| Wee'l make no garlands, nor an Altar build, 151:20,004[A ]| Which help not joy, but ostentation yield. 151:20,005[A ]| Where mirth is justly grounded, these wild toys 151:20,006[A ]| Do but disturb, and not adorn our joys. 151:20,007[A ]| But these shall be my great solemnitys, 151:20,008[A ]| Orinda's wishes for Cassandra's bliss. 151:20,009[A ]| May her content be as unmix'd and pure 151:20,010[A ]| As my affection, and like that endure; 151:20,011[A ]| And that strong happiness may she still find 151:20,012[A ]| Not owing to her fortune, but her mind. 151:20,013[A ]| May her content and beauty be the same, 151:20,014[A ]| And may she know no grief but in the name. 151:20,015[A ]| May his and her pleasure and Love be so 151:20,016[A ]| Involv'd and growing, that we may not know 151:20,017[A ]| Who most affection or most peace engross'd; 151:20,018[A ]| Whose Love is strongest, or whose bliss is most. 151:20,019[A ]| May nothing accidentall e're appeare 151:20,020[A ]| But what shall with new bands their souls endeare; 151:20,021[A ]| And may they count the houres as they doe pass, 151:20,022[A ]| By their own joys, and not by sun or glass; 151:20,023[A ]| While every day like this may sacred prove 151:20,024[A ]| To Friendship, duty, gratitude and Love. 151:21,000[' ]| 151:21,000[' ]| 151:21,001[A ]| Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence 151:21,002[A ]| Got an antipathy to wit and sence, 151:21,003[A ]| And hugg'd that fate, in hope the world would grant 151:21,004[A ]| 'Twas good ~~ affection to be ignorant; 151:21,005[A ]| Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen 151:21,006[A ]| I had converted, or excuseless been: 151:21,007[A ]| For each birth of thy muse to after-times 151:21,008[A ]| Shall expiate for all this age's crimes. 151:21,009[A ]| First shines thy Amoret, twice crown'd by thee, 151:21,010[A ]| Once by thy Love, next by thy Poetry; 151:21,011[A ]| Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence: 151:21,012[A ]| Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in inocence. 151:21,013[A ]| So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here, 151:21,014[A ]| No fountains can be sweet that are not cleare. 151:21,015[A ]| Then Juvenall revivid by thee declares 151:21,016[A ]| How flat man's joys are, and how mean his cares; 151:21,017[A ]| And generously upbraids the world that they 151:21,018[A ]| Should such a value for their ruine pay. 151:21,019[A ]| But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill, 151:21,020[A ]| The Lantskip to design of Zion-hill, 151:21,021[A ]| As nothing less was worthy her or thee, 151:21,022[A ]| So we admire almost t'Idolatry. 151:21,023[A ]| What savage brest would not be rapt to find 151:21,024[A ]| Such Jewells in such Cabinets enshrin'd? 151:21,025[A ]| Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count) 151:21,026[A ]| Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount, 151:21,027[A ]| And with a candid and unquestion'd aw, 151:21,028[A ]| Restor'st the golden age when verse was law. 151:21,029[A ]| Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame, 151:21,030[A ]| That nothing can disturb it but my name; 151:21,031[A ]| Nay I have hopes that standing so near thine 151:21,032[A ]| 'Twill loose its drosse, and by degrees refine. 151:21,033[A ]| Live! till the disabused world consent ~~ 151:21,034[A ]| All truths of use, or strength, or ornament, 151:21,035[A ]| Are with such harmony by thee displaid, 151:21,036[A ]| As the whole world was first by number made; 151:21,037[A ]| And from the charming rigour thy muse brings, 151:21,038[A ]| Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things. 151:22,000[' ]| 151:22,000[' ]| 151:22,001[A ]| Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, 151:22,002[A ]| Where kindly mingling Souls a while, 151:22,003[A ]| Let's innocently spend an houre, 151:22,004[A ]| And at all serious follys smile. 151:22,005[A ]| Here is no quarrelling for Crowns, 151:22,006[A ]| Nor fear of changes in our fate; 151:22,007[A ]| No trembling at the Great ones frowns, 151:22,008[A ]| Nor any Slavery of State. 151:22,009[A ]| Here's no disguise, nor treachery, 151:22,010[A ]| Nor any deep conceal'd design; 151:22,011[A ]| From blood and plots this place is free, 151:22,012[A ]| And calme as are those looks of thine. 151:22,013[A ]| Here let us sit, and blesse our Starres 151:22,014[A ]| Who did such happy quiet give, 151:22,015[A ]| As that remov'd from noise of warres 151:22,016[A ]| In one another's hearts we live. 151:22,017[A ]| Why should we entertain a feare? 151:22,018[A ]| Love cares not how the world is turn'd: 151:22,019[A ]| If crouds of dangers should appeare, 151:22,020[A ]| Yet friendship can be unconcern'd. 151:22,021[A ]| We weare about us such a charme, 151:22,022[A ]| No horrour can be our offence; 151:22,023[A ]| For mischief's self can doe no harme 151:22,024[A ]| To friendship and to innocence. 151:22,025[A ]| Let's mark how soone Apollo's beams 151:22,026[A ]| Command the flocks to quit their meat, 151:22,027[A ]| And not intreat the neighbour ~~ streams 151:22,028[A ]| To quench their thirst, but coole their heat. 151:22,029[A ]| In such a scorching Age as this, 151:22,030[A ]| Whoever would not seek a shade 151:22,031[A ]| Deserve their happiness to misse, 151:22,032[A ]| As having their own peace betray'd. 151:22,033[A ]| But we (of one another's mind 151:22,034[A ]| Assur'd,) the boistrous world disdain; 151:22,035[A ]| With quiet souls, and unconfin'd, 151:22,036[A ]| Enjoy what princes wish in vain. 151:23,000[' ]| 151:23,000[' ]| 151:23,000[A ]| Madam, 151:23,001[A ]| As some great Conquerour, who knows no bounds, 151:23,002[A ]| But hunting honour in a thousand wounds, 151:23,003[A ]| Pursues his rage, and thinks that triumph cheap 151:23,004[A ]| That's but attended with the common heap, 151:23,005[A ]| Till his more happy fortune doth afford 151:23,006[A ]| Some royall Captive that deserv'd his sword 151:23,007[A ]| (And onely now is of his Laurell proud, 151:23,008[A ]| Thinking his dangerous valour well bestow'd,) 151:23,009[A ]| But then retreats, and spending hate no more, 151:23,010[A ]| Thinks mercy now what courage was before: 151:23,011[A ]| As cowardize in fight, so equally 151:23,012[A ]| He doth abhorre a bloody Victory. 151:23,013[A ]| So (Madam) though perhaps you were allow'd 151:23,014[A ]| To be severe unto the yielding croud, 151:23,015[A ]| That were subdud ere you an object knew 151:23,016[A ]| Worthy your conquest and your mercy too; 151:23,017[A ]| But now 'tis gain'd, your Victory's compleat, 151:23,018[A ]| Onely your clemency should be as great. 151:23,019[A ]| None will dispute the power of your eys, 151:23,020[A ]| That understand Philaster is their prize. 151:23,021[A ]| Hope not your glory can have new access, 151:23,022[A ]| For all your future trophys will go less: 151:23,023[A ]| But with this homage be you satsify'd, 151:23,024[A ]| From him that conquers all the world beside; 151:23,025[A ]| Nor let your rigour now the Triumph blot, 151:23,026[A ]| And loose the honour which your beauty got. 151:23,027[A ]| Be just and kind to your own peace and fame, 151:23,028[A ]| In being so to him, for they're the same, 151:23,029[A ]| And live and dy at once; if you would be 151:23,030[A ]| Nobly transmitted to posterity, 151:23,031[A ]| Take heed least in the Story they peruse 151:23,032[A ]| A murder which no language can excuse, 151:23,033[A ]| But wisely spare the trouble of one frown, 151:23,034[A ]| Give him his happiness, and know your own. 151:23,035[A ]| Thus shall you be as honour's self esteem'd, 151:23,036[A ]| Who have one sex obleig'd, your own redeem'd 151:23,037[A ]| Thus the religion due unto your shrine 151:23,038[A ]| Shall be as Universall, as divine: 151:23,039[A ]| And that devotion shall this blessing gaine, 151:23,040[A ]| Which Law and reason doe attempt in vain: 151:23,041[A ]| The world shall joyne, maintaining but one strife, 151:23,042[A ]| Who shall most thank you for Philaster's Life. 151:24,000[' ]| 151:24,000[' ]| 151:24,001[A ]| As when some Injur'd Prince assumes disguise, 151:24,002[A ]| And strives to make his carriage sympathize, 151:24,003[A ]| Yet hath a great betraying meen and aire, 151:24,004[A ]| Which speaks him royall, 'spight of all his care: 151:24,005[A ]| So th'issues of thy soule can ne're be hid, 151:24,006[A ]| And the Sun's force may be as soon forbid, 151:24,007[A ]| As thine obscur'd; there is no shade so great 151:24,008[A ]| Through which it will not dart forth light and heat. 151:24,009[A ]| Thus we discover thee by thy own day, 151:24,010[A ]| Against thy will snatching the cloud away. 151:24,011[A ]| Now the piece shines! and if we will not say 151:24,012[A ]| Parents can souls, as tapers light, convey; 151:24,013[A ]| Yet we must grant thy soule transmitted here 151:24,014[A ]| In beams almost as lasting, and as cleare. 151:24,015[A ]| And that's our highest praise, for but thy mind, 151:24,016[A ]| Thy works could never a resemblance find. 151:24,017[A ]| That mind whose search can Nature's secret hand 151:24,018[A ]| At one great stroke discover and command, 151:24,019[A ]| Which pierces times and things, before whose eys 151:24,020[A ]| Nor men, nor notions, dare put on disguise. 151:24,021[A ]| And were all Authors now as much forgot 151:24,022[A ]| As prosperous ignorance her Self could plot; 151:24,023[A ]| Had we the rich supplys of thy one brest, 151:24,024[A ]| The knowing world would never miss the rest. 151:24,025[A ]| Men did before from Learning take their fame, 151:24,026[A ]| But Learning's self is honour'd by thy name: 151:24,027[A ]| Thou study'st not belief to introduce 151:24,028[A ]| Of Noveltys, more fit for shew then use; 151:24,029[A ]| But think'st it nobler charity t'uphold 151:24,030[A ]| The credit and the beauty of the old: 151:24,031[A ]| And with one hand canst easily support 151:24,032[A ]| Learning and Law, a Temple and a Court. 151:24,033[A ]| And this secures me: for as we below, 151:24,034[A ]| Valleys from Hills, houses from Churches know, 151:24,035[A ]| But to their sight who stand extreamly high, 151:24,036[A ]| Those forms will have one flat equallity: 151:24,037[A ]| So from a lower soule I might well feare 151:24,038[A ]| A critique censure, when survey'd too neare; 151:24,039[A ]| But from Cratander, (who, above the best, 151:24,040[A ]| Lives in a height which levells all the rest,) 151:24,041[A ]| I may that royalty of soule expect, 151:24,042[A ]| That can at once both pardon and neglect. 151:24,043[A ]| Thus I approach, and wanting wit and sence, 151:24,044[A ]| Let trepidation be my Reverence. 151:25,000[' ]| 151:25,000[' ]| 151:25,000[' ]| 151:25,001[A ]| We are compleat; and faith hath now 151:25,002[A ]| No greater blessing to bestow: 151:25,003[A ]| Nay, the dull World must now confess 151:25,004[A ]| We have all worth, all happiness. 151:25,005[A ]| Annalls of State are triffles to our fame, 151:25,006[A ]| Now 'tis made sacred by Lucasia's name. 151:25,007[A ]| But as though through a burning glasse 151:25,008[A ]| The sun more vigorous doth passe, 151:25,009[A ]| It still with generall freedom shines; 151:25,010[A ]| For that contracts, but not confines: 151:25,011[A ]| So though by this her beams are fixed here, 151:25,012[A ]| Yet she diffuses glorys every where. 151:25,013[A ]| Her mind is so entirely bright, 151:25,014[A ]| The splendour would but wound our sight, 151:25,015[A ]| And must to some disguise submit, 151:25,016[A ]| Or we could never worship it. 151:25,017[A ]| And we by this relation are allow'd 151:25,018[A ]| Lustre enough to be Lucasia's cloud. 151:25,019[A ]| Nations will own us now to be 151:25,020[A ]| A Temple of divinity; 151:25,021[A ]| And Pilgrims shall Ten ages hence 151:25,022[A ]| Approach our Tombs with reverence. 151:25,023[A ]| May then that time, which did such blisse convey, 151:25,024[A ]| Be kept with us perpetuall Holy day! 151:26,000[' ]| 151:26,000[' ]| 151:26,000[' ]| <(on my first approaches)> 151:26,000[A ]| Madam, 151:26,001[A ]| As in a triumph conquerours admit 151:26,002[A ]| Their meanest captives to attend on it, 151:26,003[A ]| Who, though unworthy, have the power confest, 151:26,004[A ]| And justify'd the yielding of the rest: 151:26,005[A ]| So when the busy world (in hope t'excuse 151:26,006[A ]| Their own surprize) your conquests doe peruse, 151:26,007[A ]| And find my name, they will be apt to say 151:26,008[A ]| Your charmes were blinded, or else thrown away. 151:26,009[A ]| There is no honour got in gaining me, 151:26,010[A ]| Who am a prize not worth your Victory. 151:26,011[A ]| But this will cleare you, that 'tis generall 151:26,012[A ]| The worst applaud what is admir'd by all. 151:26,013[A ]| But I have plots in't: for the way to be 151:26,014[A ]| Secure of fame to all posterity, 151:26,015[A ]| Is to obtain the honour I pursue, 151:26,016[A ]| To tell the world I was subdu'd by you. 151:26,017[A ]| And since in you all wonders common are, 151:26,018[A ]| Your votarys may in your vertues share, 151:26,019[A ]| While you by noble magique worth impart: 151:26,020[A ]| She that can conquer, can reclaime a heart. 151:26,021[A ]| Of this Creation I shall not despaire, 151:26,022[A ]| Since for your own sake it concernes your care: 151:26,023[A ]| For 'tis more honour that the world should know 151:26,024[A ]| You made a noble soule, then found it so. 151:27,000[' ]| 151:27,001[A ]| Not to obleige Lucasia by my voice, 151:27,002[A ]| To boast my fate, or justify my choice, 151:27,003[A ]| Is this design'd; but pitty does engage 151:27,004[A ]| My pen to rescue the declining age. 151:27,005[A ]| For since 'tis grown in fashion to be bad, 151:27,006[A ]| And to be vain or angry, proud or mad, 151:27,007[A ]| (While in their vices onely men agree) 151:27,008[A ]| Is thought the onely modern gallantry; 151:27,009[A ]| How would some brave example check the Crimes, 151:27,010[A ]| And both reproach and yet reform the times? 151:27,011[A ]| Nor can morallity it self reclaime 151:27,012[A ]| Th'apostate world like my Lucasia's name. 151:27,013[A ]| Lucasia, whose rich soule had it been known 151:27,014[A ]| In that time th'ancients call'd the golden One, 151:27,015[A ]| When inocence and greatness were the same, 151:27,016[A ]| And men no battens knew but in a game, 151:27,017[A ]| Choosing what nature, not what art prefers; 151:27,018[A ]| Poets were judges, Kings Philosophers; 151:27,019[A ]| Ev'n then from her the wise would coppys draw, 151:27,020[A ]| And she to th'infant=World had given Law. 151:27,021[A ]| That souls were made of number could not be 151:27,022[A ]| An observation, but a prophesy. 151:27,023[A ]| It meant Lucasia, whose harmonious state 151:27,024[A ]| The spheares and muses faintly imitate. 151:27,025[A ]| But as then Musique is best understood 151:27,026[A ]| When every chord's examin'd and found good: 151:27,027[A ]| So what in others judgement is, and will, 151:27,028[A ]| In her is the same even reason still. 151:27,029[A ]| And as some collour various seems, but yet 151:27,030[A ]| 'Tis but our difference in considering it: 151:27,031[A ]| So she now life, and then doth light dispence, 151:27,032[A ]| But is one shining orb of Excellence; 151:27,033[A ]| And that so piercing, when she judgement takes, 151:27,034[A ]| She doth not search, but intuition makes: 151:27,035[A ]| And her discoverys more easy are 151:27,036[A ]| Then Cesar's conquest in his Pontique war. 151:27,037[A ]| As bright and vigorous, her beams are pure, 151:27,038[A ]| And in their own rich candour so secure, 151:27,039[A ]| That had she livid when Legends were devis'd, 151:27,040[A ]| Rome had been just, and she been cannoniz'd. 151:27,041[A ]| Nay innocence it self less cleare must be, 151:27,042[A ]| If inocence be any thing but she. 151:27,043[A ]| For vertues so congeniall to her mind, 151:27,044[A ]| That Liquid things, or friends, are less combin'd; 151:27,045[A ]| So that in her that Sage his wish had seen, 151:27,046[A ]| And Vertue's self had personated been. 151:27,047[A ]| Now as distilled simples doe agree, 151:27,048[A ]| And in the Lembique loose Variety; 151:27,049[A ]| So vertue, though in scatter'd pieces twas, 151:27,050[A ]| Is by her mind made one rich usefull masse- 151:27,051[A ]| Nor doth discretion put religion down, 151:27,052[A ]| Nor hasty Zeale usurp the judgment's Crowne: 151:27,053[A ]| Wisedome and friendship have one single throne, 151:27,054[A ]| And make another friendship of their own. 151:27,055[A ]| Each severall piece darts such fierce pleasing rays, 151:27,056[A ]| Poetique lovers would but wrong in prayse- 151:27,057[A ]| All hath proportion, all hath comelyness, 151:27,058[A ]| And her humility alone excess. 151:27,059[A ]| Her modesty doth wrong a worth so great, 151:27,060[A ]| Which calumny it self would nobler treat: 151:27,061[A ]| While true to friendship's and to nature's trust, 151:27,062[A ]| To her own merits onely, shee's unjust. 151:27,063[A ]| But as divinity we best declare 151:27,064[A ]| By sounds as broken as our notions are; 151:27,065[A ]| So to acknowledge such vast eminence, 151:27,066[A ]| imperfect wonder's all our eloquence. 151:27,067[A ]| No pen Lucasia's glorys can relate, 151:27,068[A ]| But they admire best who dare imitate. 151:28,000[' ]| 151:28,001[A ]| And why this Vault and Tomb? alike we must 151:28,002[A ]| Put off distinctions, and put on our dust. 151:28,003[A ]| Nor can the statelyest Fabrique help to save 151:28,004[A ]| From the corruptions of a common Grave; 151:28,005[A ]| Nor for the resurrection more prepare 151:28,006[A ]| Then if the dust were scatter'd in the ayre ~~ 151:28,007[A ]| What then? th'ambition's just, say some, that we 151:28,008[A ]| May thus perpetuate our memory. 151:28,009[A ]| Ah! false vaine task of art! ah! poore weak man, 151:28,010[A ]| Whose monument does more then's merit can: 151:28,011[A ]| Who's by his friends best care and love abus'd, 151:28,012[A ]| And in his very epitaph's accus'd! 151:28,013[A ]| For did they not suspect his name would fall, 151:28,014[A ]| There would not need an epitaph at all. 151:28,015[A ]| But after death too, I would be alive, 151:28,016[A ]| And shall, if my Lucasia doe, survive. 151:28,017[A ]| I quit this pomp of death, and am content, 151:28,018[A ]| Having her heart to be my monument: 151:28,019[A ]| Though ne're stone to me, 'twill stone for me prove, 151:28,020[A ]| By the peculiar miracle of Love. 151:28,021[A ]| There I'le inscription have, which no Tomb gives, 151:28,022[A ]| Not, here Orinda Lyes, but, here she lives. 151:29,000[' ]| 151:29,000[' ]| 151:29,000[' ]| 151:29,001[A ]| The hearts thus intermixed speak 151:29,002[A ]| A Love that no bold shock can break; 151:29,003[A ]| For joyn'd and growing, both in one, 151:29,004[A ]| Neither can be disturb'd alone. 151:29,005[A ]| That meanes a mutuall knowledge too; 151:29,006[A ]| For what is't either heart can doe, 151:29,007[A ]| Which by its panting centinell 151:29,008[A ]| It does not to the other tell? 151:29,009[A ]| That friendship hearts so much refines, 151:29,010[A ]| It nothing but it self designs: 151:29,011[A ]| The hearts are free from lower ends, 151:29,012[A ]| For each point to the other tends. 151:29,013[A ]| They flame, 'tis true, and severall ways, 151:29,014[A ]| But still those flames doe so much raise, 151:29,015[A ]| That while to either they incline 151:29,016[A ]| They yet are noble and divine. 151:29,017[A ]| From smoak or hurt those flames are free, 151:29,018[A ]| From grosseness or mortallity: 151:29,019[A ]| The hearts (like Moses bush presum'd) 151:29,020[A ]| Warm'd and enlighten'd, not consum'd. 151:29,021[A ]| The compasses that stand above 151:29,022[A ]| Express this great immortall Love; 151:29,023[A ]| For friends, like them, can prove this true, 151:29,024[A ]| They are, and yet they are not, two. 151:29,025[A ]| And in their posture is express'd 151:29,026[A ]| Friendship's exalted interest: 151:29,027[A ]| Each follows where the other Leanes, 151:29,028[A ]| And what each does, the other meanes. 151:29,029[A ]| And as when one foot does stand fast, 151:29,030[A ]| And t'other circles seeks to cast, 151:29,031[A ]| The steddy part does regulate 151:29,032[A ]| And make the wanderer's motion streight: 151:29,033[A ]| So friends are onely Two in this, 151:29,034[A ]| T'reclaime each other when they misse: 151:29,035[A ]| For whose're will grossely fall, 151:29,036[A ]| Can never be a friend at all. 151:29,037[A ]| And as that usefull instrument 151:29,038[A ]| For even lines was ever meant; 151:29,039[A ]| So friendship from good=angells springs, 151:29,040[A ]| To teach the world heroique things, 151:29,041[A ]| As these are found out in design 151:29,042[A ]| To rule and measure every line; 151:29,043[A ]| So friendship governs actions best, 151:29,044[A ]| Prescribing Law to all the rest. 151:29,045[A ]| And as in nature nothing's set 151:29,046[A ]| So just as lines and numbers mett; 151:29,047[A ]| So compasses for these being made, 151:29,048[A ]| Doe friendship's harmony perswade. 151:29,049[A ]| And like to them, so friends may own 151:29,050[A ]| Extension, not division: 151:29,051[A ]| Their points, like bodys, separate; 151:29,052[A ]| But head, like soules, knows no such fate. 151:29,053[A ]| And as each part so well is knitt, 151:29,054[A ]| That their embraces ever fitt: 151:29,055[A ]| So friends are such by destiny, 151:29,056[A ]| And no Third can the place supply. 151:29,057[A ]| There needs no motto to the Seale: 151:29,058[A ]| But that we may the Mine reveale 151:29,059[A ]| To the dull ey, it was thought fit 151:29,060[A ]| That friendship onely should be writt. 151:29,061[A ]| But as there is degrees of bliss, 151:29,062[A ]| So there's no friendship meant by this, 151:29,063[A ]| But such as will transmit to fame 151:29,064[A ]| Lucasia's and Orinda's name. 151:30,000[' ]| 151:30,000[' ]| <24 May. 1660 ~~ 13th of her age> 151:30,001[A ]| If I could ever write a lasting verse, 151:30,002[A ]| It should be laid, deare Saint, upon thy herse. 151:30,003[A ]| But Sorrow is no muse, and doth confesse 151:30,004[A ]| That it least can what most it would expresse. 151:30,005[A ]| Yet, that I may some bounds to griefs allow, 151:30,006[A ]| I'le try if I can weepe in numbers now. 151:30,007[A ]| Ah beauteous blossom! too untimely dead! 151:30,008[A ]| Whither, ah whither is thy sweetnesse fled? 151:30,009[A ]| Where are the charmes that allwayes did arise 151:30,010[A ]| From the prevailing languadge of thine eyes? 151:30,011[A ]| Where is thy modest aire and lovely meen, 151:30,012[A ]| And all the wonders that in these were seen? 151:30,013[A ]| Alas! in vaine! In vaine on thee I rave; 151:30,014[A ]| There is no pitty in the stupid grave. 151:30,015[A ]| But so the bankrupt, sitting on the brimm 151:30,016[A ]| Of those fierce billowes which had ruin'd him, 151:30,017[A ]| Beggs for his lost estate, and doth complaine 151:30,018[A ]| To the inexorable floods in vain. 151:30,019[A ]| As well we might enquire, when roses dye, 151:30,020[A ]| To what retirement do their odours fly; 151:30,021[A ]| Where do their vertues and their blushes hast, 151:30,022[A ]| When the short triumph of their life is past; 151:30,023[A ]| Or call their perish'd beauties back with teares, 151:30,024[A ]| As add one moment to thy finish'd yeares. 151:30,025[A ]| No, no, th'art gone, and thy presaging mind 151:30,026[A ]| So thriftily thy early howers design'd, 151:30,027[A ]| That hasty death was baffled in his pride, 151:30,028[A ]| Since nothing of thee but thy body dyed. 151:30,029[A ]| Thy soule was up betimes, and so concern'd 151:30,030[A ]| Too grasp all excellence that could be learn'd, 151:30,031[A ]| That finding nothing fill her thirsting heare, 151:30,032[A ]| To the spring head she went, to quench it there; 151:30,033[A ]| And so prepar'd, that being free from sin 151:30,034[A ]| She quickly might become a cherubim. 151:30,035[A ]| Thou wert all soule, and through thy eye it shin'd, 151:30,036[A ]| Asham'd and angry to be so confin'd ~~ 151:30,037[A ]| It long'd to be uncag'd, and thither flown 151:30,038[A ]| Where it might know as clearly as 'twas knowne. 151:30,039[A ]| In these vast hopes we might thy chance have found 151:30,040[A ]| But that heaven blinds whom it decrees to wound. 151:30,041[A ]| For parts so soon at so sublime a pitch, 151:30,042[A ]| A judgement so mature, fancy so rich, 151:30,043[A ]| Never appeares unto unthankfull men, 151:30,044[A ]| But as a Vision, to be hid againe ~~ 151:30,045[A ]| So glorious scenes in masques spectators view 151:30,046[A ]| With the short pleasure of an hower or two; 151:30,047[A ]| But that once past, the ornaments are gone, 151:30,048[A ]| The lights extinguish'd, and the curtaines drawne. 151:30,049[A ]| But all these gifts were thy lesse noble part, 151:30,050[A ]| Nor was thy head so glorious as thy heart; 151:30,051[A ]| Where the divine impression shin'd so cleare, 151:30,052[A ]| As snatch'd thee hence, and yet indear'd thee heare: 151:30,053[A ]| For what in thee did most command our love, 151:30,054[A ]| Was both the cause and signe of thy remove. 151:30,055[A ]| Such fooles are we, so fatally we choose, 151:30,056[A ]| That what we most would keepe, we soonest loose. 151:30,057[A ]| The humble greatnesse of thy pious thought, 151:30,058[A ]| Sweetness unforced, and bashfullnesse untaught, 151:30,059[A ]| The native candour of thy open breast, 151:30,060[A ]| And all the beames wherein thy worth was drest, 151:30,061[A ]| Thy wit so bright, so piercing, so immense, 151:30,062[A ]| Adorn'd with wise and lovely innocence, 151:30,063[A ]| Might have foretold thou wert not so compleat, 151:30,064[A ]| But that our joy might be as short as great. 151:30,065[A ]| Tis so, and all our cares and hopes of thee 151:30,066[A ]| Fled like a vanish'd dreame, or wither'd tree. 151:30,067[A ]| So the poor Swaine beholds his ripened corne, 151:30,068[A ]| By some rough wind without a sickle torne. 151:30,069[A ]| Never, ah! never let glad parents guesse 151:30,070[A ]| At one remove of future happinesse, 151:30,071[A ]| But reckon children 'mong those passing joyes 151:30,072[A ]| Which one hower gives them, and the next destroyes. 151:30,073[A ]| Alas! we were secure of our content, 151:30,074[A ]| But find too late that it was onely lent, 151:30,075[A ]| To be a mirrour wherein we might see 151:30,076[A ]| How fraile we are, how innocent should be. 151:30,077[A ]| But if to thy blest soule my griefe appeares, 151:30,078[A ]| Forgive and pitty these injurious teares; 151:30,079[A ]| Impute them to affection's sad excesse, 151:30,080[A ]| Which will not yield to nature's tendernesse, 151:30,081[A ]| Since 'twas through dearest tyes and highest trust 151:30,082[A ]| Continu'd from thy cradle to thy dust; 151:30,083[A ]| And so rewarded and confirm'd by thine, 151:30,084[A ]| That (wo is me!) I thought thee too much mine. 151:30,085[A ]| But I'le resigne, and follow thee as fast 151:30,086[A ]| As my unhappy minuts will make hast. 151:30,087[A ]| Till when, the fresh remembrances of thee 151:30,088[A ]| Shall be my emblem of mortalitie. 151:30,089[A ]| For such a loss as thine, bright soule, is not 151:30,090[A ]| Ever to be repaired, or forgot. 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,001[A ]| I cannot hold, for though to write be rude, 151:31,002[A ]| Yet to be silent were ingratitude, 151:31,003[A ]| And folly too; for if Posterity 151:31,004[A ]| Should never hear of such an one as she, 151:31,005[A ]| And onely know this Age's brutish fame, 151:31,006[A ]| They would think vertue nothing but a name. 151:31,007[A ]| And though farre abler Pens must her define, 151:31,008[A ]| Yet her Adoption hath engaged mine: 151:31,009[A ]| And I must own, where merit shines so cleare, 151:31,010[A ]| 'Tis hard to write, but harder to forbeare. 151:31,011[A ]| Sprung from an Ancient and an honour'd Stemm, 151:31,012[A ]| Who lent her lustre, and she paid it them, 151:31,013[A ]| Who still in great and noble things appear'd, 151:31,014[A ]| Whom both their Country lov'd and yet they fear'd. 151:31,015[A ]| Match'd to another, good and great as they 151:31,016[A ]| Who did their Countrey both obleige and sway. 151:31,017[A ]| Behold her self! who had, without dispute, 151:31,018[A ]| More then both familys could contribute. 151:31,019[A ]| What early Beauty Grief and Age had broke, 151:31,020[A ]| Her lovely reliques and her offspring spoke. 151:31,021[A ]| She was by Nature and her Parents care, 151:31,022[A ]| A woman long before most others are. 151:31,023[A ]| But yet that antedated Season she 151:31,024[A ]| Improv'd to Vertue, not to Liberty; 151:31,025[A ]| For she was still, in either state of Life, 151:31,026[A ]| Meek as a Virgin, prudent as a wife. 151:31,027[A ]| And she well knew, although so young and faire, 151:31,028[A ]| Justly to mix Obedience, Love and Care; 151:31,029[A ]| Whilst to her children she did still appeare 151:31,030[A ]| Soe wisely kind, so tenderly severe, 151:31,031[A ]| That they from her Rule and Example brought 151:31,032[A ]| A native honour, which she stampt and taught. 151:31,033[A ]| Nor can a single pen enough commend 151:31,034[A ]| Soe kind a Sister, and soe cleare a friend. 151:31,035[A ]| A wisedom from above did her secure, 151:31,036[A ]| Which, though 'twas peacable, was ever pure. 151:31,037[A ]| And if well order'd Commonwealth must be 151:31,038[A ]| Patterns for every private Family, 151:31,039[A ]| Her house, rul'd by her hand, aw'd by her Ey, 151:31,040[A ]| Might be a pattern for a Monarchy. 151:31,041[A ]| Her noble bounty was her prudent care, 151:31,042[A ]| Who handsom freedom gave, yet regular. 151:31,043[A ]| Salomon's wisest woman less could doe; 151:31,044[A ]| She built her house, but this preserv'd hers too. 151:31,045[A ]| She was so pious, that when she did Dye, 151:31,046[A ]| She scarce chang'd Place, I'me sure not company. 151:31,047[A ]| Her zeale was primitive, and practick too; 151:31,048[A ]| She did believe, and pray, and read, and doe. 151:31,049[A ]| Soe firm an equall Soule she had engross'd, 151:31,050[A ]| Just even to those that disobleig'd her most, 151:31,051[A ]| She lost all sence of wrong, glad to beleive 151:31,052[A ]| That it was in her power to forgive. 151:31,053[A ]| Her almes I may admire, but nere relate, 151:31,054[A ]| But her own works shall praise her in the Gate. 151:31,055[A ]| Her life was chequer'd with afflictive yeares, 151:31,056[A ]| And even her comforts season'd in her teares. 151:31,057[A ]| Scarce for a husband's loss her eys were dry'd, 151:31,058[A ]| And that loss by her children half supply'd, 151:31,059[A ]| When Heav'n was pleas'd not those deare props t'afford, 151:31,060[A ]| But tore most off, by sickness, or a Sword. 151:31,061[A ]| She, who in them could still their father boast, 151:31,062[A ]| Was a fresh widdow every Son she lost. 151:31,063[A ]| Litigious hands did her of Right deprive, 151:31,064[A ]| That after all 'twas pennance to survive. 151:31,065[A ]| Yet she these Griefs had nobly undergone, 151:31,066[A ]| Which few support at all, but better none. 151:31,067[A ]| Such a submissive Greatness who can find? 151:31,068[A ]| A Tender heart, with so resolv'd a mind? 151:31,069[A ]| But she, though sencible, was still the same, 151:31,070[A ]| Of a Resigned Soule, untainted Fame; 151:31,071[A ]| Nor were her Vertues coursly sett, for she 151:31,072[A ]| Out=did Example in Civillity: 151:31,073[A ]| To bestow blessings, to obleige, Relieve, 151:31,074[A ]| Was all for which she could endure to live, 151:31,075[A ]| And had a joy higher in doing good, 151:31,076[A ]| Then they to whom the benefit accrew'd. 151:31,077[A ]| Though none of honour had a quicker sence, 151:31,078[A ]| Never had woman more of complacence; 151:31,079[A ]| Yet lost It not in empty forms, but still 151:31,080[A ]| Her nature noble was, her Soule Gentile. 151:31,081[A ]| And as in Youth she did extract, for she 151:31,082[A ]| The verdure had, without the vanity, 151:31,083[A ]| Soe she in Age was grave and milde to all, 151:31,084[A ]| Was not morose, but was majesticall. 151:31,085[A ]| Thus from all other women she had skill 151:31,086[A ]| To draw their good, but nothing of their ill; 151:31,087[A ]| And since she knew the mad Tumultuous world, 151:31,088[A ]| Saw Crowns revers'd, Temples to ruine hurl'd; 151:31,089[A ]| She in Retirement chose to shine and burne, 151:31,090[A ]| As Ancient Lampes in some Egiptian Urne. 151:31,091[A ]| At last, when spent with sickness, Grief and Age, 151:31,092[A ]| Her Guardian Angell did her death presage: 151:31,093[A ]| So that by strong impulse she chearfully 151:31,094[A ]| Dispenced blessings, and went home to dy; 151:31,095[A ]| That soe she might, when to that place remov'd, 151:31,096[A ]| Marry his Ashes, whom she ever Lov'd. 151:31,097[A ]| She dy'd, gain'd a reward, and pay'd a debt: 151:31,098[A ]| The Sun himself did never brighter set! 151:31,099[A ]| Happy were they that knew her, and her End, 151:31,100[A ]| More happy they that did from her descend: 151:31,101[A ]| A double blessing they may hope to have, 151:31,102[A ]| One she convey'd to them, and one she gave. 151:31,103[A ]| All that are hers are therefore sure to be 151:31,104[A ]| Bless'd by inheritance and Legacy. 151:31,105[A ]| A Royall birth had less advantage been, 151:31,106[A ]| 'Tis more to dy a Saint, then Live a Queen. 151:32,000[' ]| 151:32,000[' ]| 151:32,001[A ]| Honour, which differs man from man much more 151:32,002[A ]| Then reason differ'd him from beasts before, 151:32,003[A ]| Suffers this common fate of all things good, 151:32,004[A ]| By the blind world to be misunderstood. 151:32,005[A ]| For as some heathens did their gods confine, 151:32,006[A ]| While in a Bird or Beast they made their shrine, 151:32,007[A ]| Depos'd their Deitys to Earth, and then 151:32,008[A ]| Offer'd them rites that were too low for men: 151:32,009[A ]| So those who most to honour sacrifice, 151:32,010[A ]| Prescribe to her a dull and weak disguise; 151:32,011[A ]| Imprison her to others false applause, 151:32,012[A ]| And from opinion doe receive their Laws; 151:32,013[A ]| While that inconstant Idoll they implore, 151:32,014[A ]| Which in one breath can murder and adore. 151:32,015[A ]| From hence it is that those who honour court, 151:32,016[A ]| (And place her in a popular report) 151:32,017[A ]| Doe prostitute themselves to sordid fate, 151:32,018[A ]| And from their being oft degenerate. 151:32,019[A ]| And thus their Tenents are as low and bad, 151:32,020[A ]| As if 'twere honourable to be mad: 151:32,021[A ]| Or that their Honour had concerned been 151:32,022[A ]| But to conceale, not to forbeare the sin. 151:32,023[A ]| But honour is more great and more sublime, 151:32,024[A ]| Above the battery of fate or time. 151:32,025[A ]| We see in beauty certain Ayres are found, 151:32,026[A ]| Which no one grace can make, but all compound. 151:32,027[A ]| Honour to th' mind, as beauty to the sence, 151:32,028[A ]| Is the result of mixed excellence. 151:32,029[A ]| As many Diamonds together ly, 151:32,030[A ]| And dart One lustre to amaze the ey: 151:32,031[A ]| So honour is that bright Aetheriall Ray 151:32,032[A ]| Which many Stars doe in one light display. 151:32,033[A ]| But as that beauty were as truly sweet, 151:32,034[A ]| Were there no tongue to praise, no eye to see't; 151:32,035[A ]| And 'tis the priviledge of a native spark, 151:32,036[A ]| To shed a constant splendour in the dark: 151:32,037[A ]| So honour is its own reward and end, 151:32,038[A ]| And satisfyed within, cannot descend 151:32,039[A ]| To beg the suffrage of a Vulgar tongue, 151:32,040[A ]| Who by commending vertue does it wrong. 151:32,041[A ]| It is the charter of a noble action, 151:32,042[A ]| That the performance gives it satisfaction. 151:32,043[A ]| Other things are below it; from a Clown 151:32,044[A ]| Would any Conquerour receive his Crown? 151:32,045[A ]| 'Tis restless cowardize to be a drudge 151:32,046[A ]| To an uncertain and unworthy judge. 151:32,047[A ]| So the Camelion, who lives on Aire, 151:32,048[A ]| Is of all creatures most inclin'd to feare; 151:32,049[A ]| But peacable reflections on the mind 151:32,050[A ]| Will in a silent Shade contentment find. 151:32,051[A ]| Honour keeps court at home, and doth not feare 151:32,052[A ]| To be condemn'd abroad, if quitted there. 151:32,053[A ]| While I have this retreat, 'tis not the noise 151:32,054[A ]| Of slander, though believ'd, can wound my joys. 151:32,055[A ]| There is advantage in't: for gold uncoyn'd 151:32,056[A ]| Had been unusefull, nor with glory shin'd: 151:32,057[A ]| This stamp'd my inocence, which lay i' th' Oare, 151:32,058[A ]| And was as much, but not so bright, before. 151:32,059[A ]| Till an Alembique wakes and outward draws, 151:32,060[A ]| The strength of sweets ly sleeping in their cause: 151:32,061[A ]| So this gave me an opportunity 151:32,062[A ]| To feed upon my own integrity. 151:32,063[A ]| And though their judgement I must still disclaime, 151:32,064[A ]| Who can nor give, nor take away a fame: 151:32,065[A ]| Yet I'le appeale unto the knowing few, 151:32,066[A ]| Who dare be just, and rip my heart to you. 151:33,000[' ]| 151:33,000[' ]| 151:33,000[' ]| 151:33,001[A ]| Must then my crimes become thy scandall too? 151:33,002[A ]| Why sure the Devill hath not much to do. 151:33,003[A ]| The weaknesse of the other charge is cleare, 151:33,004[A ]| When such a trifle must bring up the reare. 151:33,005[A ]| But this is mad designe; for who before 151:33,006[A ]| Lost his repute upon anothers score? 151:33,007[A ]| My love and life I must confesse are thine, 151:33,008[A ]| But not my errours, they are only mine. 151:33,009[A ]| And if my faults must be for thine allow'd, 151:33,010[A ]| It will be hard to dissipate the cloud. 151:33,011[A ]| But Eve's rebellion did not Adam blast, 151:33,012[A ]| Untill himselfe forbidden fruit did tast. 151:33,013[A ]| 'Tis possible this magazine of hell 151:33,014[A ]| (Whose name would turne a verse into a spell, 151:33,015[A ]| Whose mischiefe is congeniall to his life) 151:33,016[A ]| May yet enjoy an honourable wife. 151:33,017[A ]| Nor let his ill be reckon'd as her blame, 151:33,018[A ]| Nor let my follies blast Antenor's name. 151:33,019[A ]| But if those lines a punishment could call, 151:33,020[A ]| Lasting and great as this darke lanthorne's gall, 151:33,021[A ]| Alone I'de court the torments with content, 151:33,022[A ]| To testify that thou art Innocent. 151:33,023[A ]| So if my inke, through malice, prov'd a staine, 151:33,024[A ]| My bloud should justly wash it off againe. 151:33,025[A ]| But since that mint of slander could invent 151:33,026[A ]| To make so dull a rime his instrument, 151:33,027[A ]| Let verse revenge the quarrel. But hee's worse 151:33,028[A ]| Then wishes, and below a poet's curse; 151:33,029[A ]| And more then this wit knowes not how to give, 151:33,030[A ]| Let him be still himselfe, and let him live. 151:34,000[' ]| <19. Septemb. Rosania shaddow'd whilest Mrs M. Awbrey.> 151:34,000[' ]| <1651> 151:34,001[A ]| If any could my deare Rosania hate, 151:34,002[A ]| They onely should her character relate. 151:34,003[A ]| Truth shines so bright here, that an enemy 151:34,004[A ]| Would be a better Oratour than I. 151:34,005[A ]| Love stiffles Language, and I must confesse, 151:34,006[A ]| I had said more, if I had loved lesse. 151:34,007[A ]| Yet the most criticall who that face see, 151:34,008[A ]| Will ne're suspect me of partiallity. 151:34,009[A ]| Others by time and by degrees perswade, 151:34,010[A ]| But her first look doth every heart invade. 151:34,011[A ]| She hath a face so eminently bright, 151:34,012[A ]| Would make a Lover of an Anchorite. 151:34,013[A ]| A face where conquest mixt with modesty 151:34,014[A ]| Are both compleated in Divinity. 151:34,015[A ]| Not her least glance but sets all hearts on fire, 151:34,016[A ]| And checks them if they should too much aspire. 151:34,017[A ]| Such is the magique of her looks, the same 151:34,018[A ]| Beame doth both kindle and refine our flame. 151:34,019[A ]| If she doth smile, no Painter e're would take 151:34,020[A ]| Another rule, when he would mercy make. 151:34,021[A ]| And to her splendour heaven hath allow'd, 151:34,022[A ]| That not a posture can her beauty cloud: 151:34,023[A ]| For if she frown, none but would fancy then 151:34,024[A ]| Justice descended here to punish men. 151:34,025[A ]| Her common looks I know not how to call 151:34,026[A ]| Any one grace, they are compos'd of all. 151:34,027[A ]| And if we mortalls could the doctrin reach, 151:34,028[A ]| Her eys have Language, and her looks doe teach. 151:34,029[A ]| Such is her whole frame, heaven does afford 151:34,030[A ]| Her not to be desir'd, but still ador'd. 151:34,031[A ]| But as in Pallaces the utmost, worst 151:34,032[A ]| Roomes entertain our wonder at the first; 151:34,033[A ]| But once within the presence chamber doore, 151:34,034[A ]| We doe despise what e're we saw before: 151:34,035[A ]| So when you with her mind acquaintance get, 151:34,036[A ]| You'l hardly think upon the Cabinnet. 151:34,037[A ]| Her soule! that ray shot from the Deity, 151:34,038[A ]| Doth still preserve its native purity; 151:34,039[A ]| Which Earth can neither threaten, nor allure, 151:34,040[A ]| Nor by false joys defile it, or obscure. 151:34,041[A ]| Such innocence within her Brest doth dwell, 151:34,042[A ]| Angells themselves doe onely parallell. 151:34,043[A ]| And should her whole sex to dissembling fall, 151:34,044[A ]| Here's one integrity redeems them all: 151:34,045[A ]| Transparent, cleare, and will no words admit, 151:34,046[A ]| And all comparisons but slubber it. 151:34,047[A ]| More gentle soft then is an evening showre: 151:34,048[A ]| And in that sweetness there is couch'd a power, 151:34,049[A ]| Which scorning pride, doth think it very hard 151:34,050[A ]| If modesty should need so meane a guard. 151:34,051[A ]| Her honour is protected by her eys, 151:34,052[A ]| As the old flaming sword kept paradise. 151:34,053[A ]| Such constancy, such temper, truth and law, 151:34,054[A ]| Guides all her actions, that the world may draw 151:34,055[A ]| From her one Soule the noblest president 151:34,056[A ]| Of the most safe, wise, vertuous government. 151:34,057[A ]| She courts retirement, is her self alone, 151:34,058[A ]| Above a Theatre, and beyond a Throne. 151:34,059[A ]| So rich a Soule, none can say properly 151:34,060[A ]| She hath, but is each noble quality. 151:34,061[A ]| And as the highest element is cleare 151:34,062[A ]| From all the tempests which disturb the aire: 151:34,063[A ]| So shee above the world and its rude noise, 151:34,064[A ]| Within a storme a quiet calme enjoys. 151:34,065[A ]| She scorns the sullen triffles of the time, 151:34,066[A ]| But things transcendent do her thoughts sublime; 151:34,067[A ]| Unlike those gallants which take far lesse care 151:34,068[A ]| To have their souls, then make their bodys faire, 151:34,069[A ]| Who (sick with too much Leisure) time do passe 151:34,070[A ]| With these Two books, pride, and a looking Glasse: 151:34,071[A ]| Plot to surprize men's hearts, their pow'r to try, 151:34,072[A ]| And call that Love, which is dull vanity. 151:34,073[A ]| But she, although the greatest murtherer, 151:34,074[A ]| (For every glance commits a massacre) 151:34,075[A ]| Yet glory's not that slaves her pow'r confess, 151:34,076[A ]| But wishes that her monarchy were less. 151:34,077[A ]| And if she Love, it is not thrown away, 151:34,078[A ]| As many doe, onely to spend the day; 151:34,079[A ]| But hers is serious, and enough alone 151:34,080[A ]| To make all Love become religion. 151:34,081[A ]| But to her friendships she so faithfull is, 151:34,082[A ]| That 'tis her onely blot and prejudice: 151:34,083[A ]| For envy's self could never errour see 151:34,084[A ]| Within that soule, 'bating her Love to me. 151:34,085[A ]| Now, as I must confess, the name of friend 151:34,086[A ]| To her that all the world doth comprehend, 151:34,087[A ]| Is a most wild ambition; so for me 151:34,088[A ]| To draw her picture is flat Lunacy. 151:34,089[A ]| O! I must think the rest; for who can write 151:34,090[A ]| Or into words confine what's infinite? 151:35,000[' ]| 151:35,000[' ]| 151:35,001[A ]| Unworthy, since thou hast decreed 151:35,002[A ]| Thy love and honour both should bleed, 151:35,003[A ]| My friendship could not chuse to dye 151:35,004[A ]| In better time or company. 151:35,005[A ]| What thou hast got by this exchange 151:35,006[A ]| Thou wilt perceive, when the revenge 151:35,007[A ]| Shall by those treacheries be made, 151:35,008[A ]| For which our faiths thou hast betraid. 151:35,009[A ]| When thy Idolaters shall be 151:35,010[A ]| True to them selves, and false to thee, 151:35,011[A ]| Thou'lt see that in heart merchandise, 151:35,012[A ]| Value, not number, makes the price. 151:35,013[A ]| Live to that day, my Innocence 151:35,014[A ]| Shall be my friendship's just defence: 151:35,015[A ]| For this is all the world can find, 151:35,016[A ]| While thou wert noble, I was kind. 151:35,017[A ]| The desperate game that thou dost play 151:35,018[A ]| At private ruines can not stay; 151:35,019[A ]| The horrid treachery of that face 151:35,020[A ]| Will sure undo its native place. 151:35,021[A ]| Then let the French men never feare 151:35,022[A ]| The victory while thou art there: 151:35,023[A ]| For if sins will call judgments downe, 151:35,024[A ]| Thou hast enough to stock the Towne. 151:36,000[' ]| 151:36,000[' ]| 151:36,001[A ]| I did not live untill this time 151:36,002[A ]| Crown'd my felicity, 151:36,003[A ]| When I could say without a crime, 151:36,004[A ]| I am not Thine, but Thee. 151:36,005[A ]| This Carkasse breath'd, and walk'd, and slept, 151:36,006[A ]| So that the world believ'd 151:36,007[A ]| There was a soule the motions kept; 151:36,008[A ]| But they were all deceiv'd. 151:36,009[A ]| For as a watch by art is wound 151:36,010[A ]| To motion, such was mine: 151:36,011[A ]| But never had Orinda found 151:36,012[A ]| A Soule till she found thine; 151:36,013[A ]| Which now inspires, cures and supply's, 151:36,014[A ]| And guides my darken'd brest: 151:36,015[A ]| For thou art all that I can prize, 151:36,016[A ]| My joy, my Life, my rest. 151:36,017[A ]| Nor Bridegroomes nor crown'd conqu'rour's mirth 151:36,018[A ]| To mine compar'd can be: 151:36,019[A ]| They have but pieces of this Earth, 151:36,020[A ]| I've all the world in thee. 151:36,021[A ]| Then let our flame still light and shine, 151:36,022[A ]| (And no bold feare controule) 151:36,023[A ]| As inocent as our design, 151:36,024[A ]| Immortall as our Soule. 151:37,000[' ]| 151:37,001[A ]| It was a wise and kind design of fate, 151:37,002[A ]| That none should this day's glory celebrate: 151:37,003[A ]| For 'twere in vain to keep a time which is 151:37,004[A ]| Above the reach of all solemnitys. 151:37,005[A ]| The greatest actions passe without a noise, 151:37,006[A ]| And Tumults but profane diviner joys, 151:37,007[A ]| Silence with things transcendent nearest Suits, 151:37,008[A ]| For greatest Emperours are serv'd by Mutes. 151:37,009[A ]| And as in ancient time the deitys 151:37,010[A ]| To their own priests reveal'd no mysterys 151:37,011[A ]| Untill they were from all the world retir'd, 151:37,012[A ]| And in some Cave made fit to be inspir'd; 151:37,013[A ]| So when Rosania (who hath those outvy'd, 151:37,014[A ]| And with more justice might be deify'd; 151:37,015[A ]| Who if she had their rites and altars, wee 151:37,016[A ]| Should hardly think it were Idolatry) 151:37,017[A ]| Had found a brest that did deserve to be 151:37,018[A ]| Receptacle of her divinity; 151:37,019[A ]| It was not fit the gazing world should know 151:37,020[A ]| When she convey'd her self to him, or how. 151:37,021[A ]| An Eagle safely may behold the Sun, 151:37,022[A ]| When weak eys are with too much light undone. 151:37,023[A ]| Now as in oracles were understood, 151:37,024[A ]| Not the Priest's onely, but the common good: 151:37,025[A ]| So her great soule would not imparted be, 151:37,026[A ]| But in design of generall charity. 151:37,027[A ]| She now is more diffusive then before; 151:37,028[A ]| And what men then admir'd, they now adore: 151:37,029[A ]| For this exchange makes her not powerless, 151:37,030[A ]| But onely fitter for the world's address. 151:37,031[A ]| May then that mind (which, if we will admit 151:37,032[A ]| The universe one soule, must sure be it) 151:37,033[A ]| Inform this All (who, till she shin'd out, lay 151:37,034[A ]| As drowzy men doe in a cloudy day) 151:37,035[A ]| And honour, vertue, reason so dispence, 151:37,036[A ]| That all may ow them to her influence: 151:37,037[A ]| And while this age is thus employ'd, may she 151:37,038[A ]| Scatter new blessings for Posterity. 151:37,039[A ]| I dare not any other wish preferr 151:37,040[A ]| For onely her bestowing adds to her. 151:37,041[A ]| And to a soule so in it self compleat 151:37,042[A ]| As 'twould be wrong'd by any epithete, 151:37,043[A ]| Whose splendour's fix'd unto her chosen sphaere, 151:37,044[A ]| And fill'd with Love and satisfaction there, 151:37,045[A ]| What can increase the Triumph, but to see 151:37,046[A ]| The World her Convert, and her history? 151:38,000[' ]| 151:38,001[A ]| Lovely apostate! what was my offence? 151:38,002[A ]| Or am I punish'd for obedience? 151:38,003[A ]| Must thy strange rigours find as strange a time? 151:38,004[A ]| The act and season are an equall crime. 151:38,005[A ]| Of what thy most ingenious scorns could doe, 151:38,006[A ]| Must I be subject and Spectatour too? 151:38,007[A ]| Or were the sufferings and sins too few 151:38,008[A ]| To be sustain'd by me, perform'd by you? 151:38,009[A ]| Unless (with Nero) your uncurb'd desire 151:38,010[A ]| Be to survey the Rome you set on fire. 151:38,011[A ]| While wounded for and by your power, I 151:38,012[A ]| At once your martyr and your prospect dy. 151:38,013[A ]| This is my doome, and such a riddling fate 151:38,014[A ]| As all impossibles doth complicate: 151:38,015[A ]| For obligation here is injury, 151:38,016[A ]| Constancy crime, friendship a haeresy; 151:38,017[A ]| And you appeare so much on ruine bent, 151:38,018[A ]| Your own destruction gives you now content: 151:38,019[A ]| For our twin-spirits did so long agree, 151:38,020[A ]| You must undoe your self to ruine me. 151:38,021[A ]| And, like some frantique Goddess, you'r inclin'd 151:38,022[A ]| To raze the Temple where you were enshrin'd; 151:38,023[A ]| And (what's the miracle of Cruelty!) 151:38,024[A ]| Kill that which gave you imortallity. 151:38,025[A ]| Whiles Glorious Friendship, whence your honour springs, 151:38,026[A ]| Ly's gasping in the croud of common things; 151:38,027[A ]| And I'me so odious, that for being kind 151:38,028[A ]| Doubled and study'd murders are design'd. 151:38,029[A ]| Thy sin's all paradox! for shouldst thou be 151:38,030[A ]| Thy self again, 'twould be severe to me; 151:38,031[A ]| For thy repentance, comming now so late, 151:38,032[A ]| Would onely change, and not relieve the fate. 151:38,033[A ]| So dangerous is the consequence of ill, 151:38,034[A ]| Thy least of crimes is to be Cruell Still; 151:38,035[A ]| For of thy smiles I should yet more complain, 151:38,036[A ]| If I should live to be betray'd again. 151:38,037[A ]| Live then (faire tyrant) in Security, 151:38,038[A ]| From both my kindness and revenge be free; 151:38,039[A ]| While I, who to the Swains had sung your fame, 151:38,040[A ]| And taught each Eccho to repeat your name, 151:38,041[A ]| Will now my private sorrows entertain, 151:38,042[A ]| To Rocks and Rivers (not to you) complain. 151:38,043[A ]| And though before our Union cherish'd me, 151:38,044[A ]| 'Tis now my pleasure that we disagree; 151:38,045[A ]| For from my passion your last rigours grew, 151:38,046[A ]| And you kill me, because I worshipp'd you. 151:38,047[A ]| But my worst vows shall be your happiness, 151:38,048[A ]| And nere to be disturb'd by my distress. 151:38,049[A ]| And though it would my sacred flames pollute, 151:38,050[A ]| To make my Heart a scorned prostitute; 151:38,051[A ]| Yet I'le adore the Authour of my death, 151:38,052[A ]| And kiss the hand that robbs me of my breath. 151:39,000[' ]| <39> 151:39,000[' ]| 151:39,001[A ]| Triumphant Queen of scorne, how ill doth sit 151:39,002[A ]| In all that sweetnesse such injurious wit? 151:39,003[A ]| Unjust and cruell, what can be your prize, 151:39,004[A ]| Where such ingenious rigour you do show 151:39,005[A ]| To breake his heart, you breake your image too; 151:39,006[A ]| And by a tiranny that's strange and new, 151:39,007[A ]| You murther him because he worships you. 151:39,008[A ]| No pride can raise you, or can make him start, 151:39,009[A ]| Since love and honour do inrich his heart. 151:39,010[A ]| Be wise and good, least when fate will be just, 151:39,011[A ]| She should o'rethrow those gloryes in the dust, 151:39,012[A ]| Rifle your beautyes, and you thus forlorne 151:39,013[A ]| Make a cheape victim to another's scorns; 151:39,014[A ]| And in those fetters which you do upbraid, 151:39,015[A ]| Your selfe a wretched Captive may be made. 151:39,016[A ]| Redeem the poison'd age, let it be seen 151:39,017[A ]| There's no such freedome as to serve a Queen. 151:39,018[A ]| But you I see are lately Roundhead growne, 151:39,019[A ]| And whom you vanquish you insult upon. 151:40,000[' ]| 151:40,000[' ]| 151:40,001[A ]| Give over now thy teares, thou vain 151:40,002[A ]| And double murtherer; 151:40,003[A ]| For every minuite of thy paine 151:40,004[A ]| Wounds both thy self and her. 151:40,005[A ]| Quit, quit this dullness; for 'tis our beleif, 151:40,006[A ]| Thy Queen must cure, or not deserve, thy grief. 151:41,000[' ]| 151:41,000[' ]| 151:41,001[A ]| Kinder then a condemned man's reprieve, 151:41,002[A ]| Was your deare company that bade me live, 151:41,003[A ]| When by Rosania's silence I had been 151:41,004[A ]| The wretched'st martyr any age hath seen. 151:41,005[A ]| But as when Traytors faint upon the rack, 151:41,006[A ]| Tormentors strive to call their spirits back; 151:41,007[A ]| Yet not in kindness to preserve their breath, 151:41,008[A ]| But to increase the torments of their death: 151:41,009[A ]| So was I raised to this glorious height, 151:41,010[A ]| To make my fall the more unfortunate. 151:41,011[A ]| But this I know, none ever dy'd before 151:41,012[A ]| Upon a sadder or a nobler score. 151:42,000[' ]| 151:42,000[' ]| 151:42,001[A ]| As men that are with visions grac'd 151:42,002[A ]| Must have all other thoughts displac'd, 151:42,003[A ]| And buy those short descents of Light 151:42,004[A ]| With losse of sence, and spirit's flight: 151:42,005[A ]| So since thou wert my happiness, 151:42,006[A ]| I could not hope the rate was less; 151:42,007[A ]| And thus the vision which I gaine 151:42,008[A ]| Is short t'enjoy, and hard t'attain. 151:42,009[A ]| Ah! what a triffle then is all 151:42,010[A ]| That thing which here we pleasure call! 151:42,011[A ]| Since what our verry soule hath cost 151:42,012[A ]| Is hardly got, and quickly lost. 151:42,013[A ]| Yet there is justice in the fate; 151:42,014[A ]| For should we dwell in blest estate, 151:42,015[A ]| Our joys thereby would so enflame, 151:42,016[A ]| We should forget from whence they came. 151:42,017[A ]| If this so sad a doome can quit 151:42,018[A ]| Me for the follys I commit; 151:42,019[A ]| Let no estrangement on thy part 151:42,020[A ]| Add a new ruine to my heart. 151:42,021[A ]| When on my self I doe reflect, 151:42,022[A ]| I can no smile from thee expect: 151:42,023[A ]| But if thy kindness hath no plea, 151:42,024[A ]| Some freedome grant for Charity. 151:42,025[A ]| Else the just world must needs deny 151:42,026[A ]| Our friendship an Eternity: 151:42,027[A ]| This love will ne're that title hold; 151:42,028[A ]| For mine's too hot, and thine too cold. 151:42,029[A ]| Devided Rivers loose their name; 151:42,030[A ]| And so our too unequall flame 151:42,031[A ]| Parted, will passion be in me, 151:42,032[A ]| And an indifference in thee. 151:42,033[A ]| Thy absence I could easyer find, 151:42,034[A ]| Provided thou wert well, and kind, 151:42,035[A ]| Then such a presence as is this, 151:42,036[A ]| Made up of snatches of my blisse. 151:42,037[A ]| So when the Earth long gasps for raine, 151:42,038[A ]| If she at last some few drops gaine, 151:42,039[A ]| She is more parched then at first; 151:42,040[A ]| That small recruit increast the Thirst. 151:43,000[' ]| 151:43,001[A ]| Let dull Philosophers enquire no more 151:43,002[A ]| In nature's womb, nor causes strive t'explore, 151:43,003[A ]| By what strange harmony and course of things 151:43,004[A ]| Each body to the whole a tribute brings; 151:43,005[A ]| What secret Unions neighbouring agents make, 151:43,006[A ]| And of each other how they doe partake. 151:43,007[A ]| These are but low experiments; but he 151:43,008[A ]| That nature's harmony entire would see, 151:43,009[A ]| Must search agreeing soules, sit down and view 151:43,010[A ]| How sweet the mixture is! how full! how true! 151:43,011[A ]| By what soft touches spirits greet and kiss, 151:43,012[A ]| And in each other can compleat their bliss: 151:43,013[A ]| A wonder so sublime it will admit 151:43,014[A ]| No rude spectatour to contemplate it. 151:43,015[A ]| The object will refine, and he that can 151:43,016[A ]| Friendship revere must be a noble man. 151:43,017[A ]| How much above the common rate of things 151:43,018[A ]| Must they then be from whom this Union springs? 151:43,019[A ]| But what's all this to me, who live to be 151:43,020[A ]| Disprover of my own morallity? 151:43,021[A ]| And he that knew my unimproved Soule, 151:43,022[A ]| Would say I meant all friendship to controule. 151:43,023[A ]| But bodys move in time, and so must minds; 151:43,024[A ]| And though th'attempt no easy progress finds, 151:43,025[A ]| Yet quit me not, least I should desperate grow, 151:43,026[A ]| But to such friendship add some patience now. 151:43,027[A ]| Oh may good heaven but so much vertue lend, 151:43,028[A ]| To make me fit to be Lucasia's friend! 151:43,029[A ]| But I'le forsake my self, and seek a new 151:43,030[A ]| Self in her brest, that's far more rich and true. 151:43,031[A ]| Thus the poore Bee unmark'd doth humm and fly, 151:43,032[A ]| And dron'd with age would unregarded dy, 151:43,033[A ]| Unless some curious artist thither come 151:43,034[A ]| Will bless the insect with an Amber Tomb. 151:43,035[A ]| Then glorious in its funerall, the Bee 151:43,036[A ]| Gets eminence, and gets Eternity. 151:44,000[' ]| 151:44,001[A ]| Religion, which true policy befriends, 151:44,002[A ]| Design'd by God to serve Man's noblest ends, 151:44,003[A ]| Is by that old deceiver's subtile play 151:44,004[A ]| Made the chief party in its own decay, 151:44,005[A ]| And meets that Eagle's destiny, whose breast 151:44,006[A ]| Felt the same shaft which his own feathers drest. 151:44,007[A ]| For that great enemy of soules perceiv'd, 151:44,008[A ]| The notion of a Deity was weav'd 151:44,009[A ]| So closely in man's soule; to ruine that, 151:44,010[A ]| He must at once the world depopulate. 151:44,011[A ]| But as those Tyrants who their wills pursue, 151:44,012[A ]| If they expound old Laws, need make no new: 151:44,013[A ]| So he advantage takes of nature's Light, 151:44,014[A ]| And raises that to a bare useless height; 151:44,015[A ]| Or while we seek for truth, he in the quest 151:44,016[A ]| Mixes a passion, or an interest, 151:44,017[A ]| To make us loose it; that, I know not how, 151:44,018[A ]| 'Tis not our Practise, but our Quarrell now. 151:44,019[A ]| And as i'th' Moone's Ecclipse some Pagans thought 151:44,020[A ]| Their barb'rous clamours her deliverance wrought: 151:44,021[A ]| So we suppose that Truth oppressed lyes, 151:44,022[A ]| And needs a rescue from our Enmitys. 151:44,023[A ]| But 'tis injustice, and the mind's disease, 151:44,024[A ]| To think of gaining truth by loosing Peace. 151:44,025[A ]| Knowledge and Love, if true, doe still Unite; 151:44,026[A ]| God's Love and knowledge are both infinite. 151:44,027[A ]| And though indeed Truth doth delight to ly 151:44,028[A ]| At some remoteness from a Common ey; 151:44,029[A ]| Yet 'tis not in a Thunder or a Noise, 151:44,030[A ]| But in soft whispers and the stiller voice. 151:44,031[A ]| Why should we then Knowledge so rudely treat, 151:44,032[A ]| Making our Weapon what was meant our meat? 151:44,033[A ]| 'Tis ignorance that makes us quarrel so; 151:44,034[A ]| The soule that's dark will be contracted too. 151:44,035[A ]| Chymaeras make a noise, swelling and vain, 151:44,036[A ]| And soone resolve to their own smoak again; 151:44,037[A ]| But a true Light the spirit doth dilate, 151:44,038[A ]| And robs it of its proud and sullen state; 151:44,039[A ]| Makes Love admir'd because 'tis understood, 151:44,040[A ]| And makes us wise because it makes us good. 151:44,041[A ]| 'Tis to a right prospect of things that we 151:44,042[A ]| Ow our uprightness and our Charity; 151:44,043[A ]| For who resists a beam when shining bright, 151:44,044[A ]| Is not a sinner of a common height. 151:44,045[A ]| That state is forfeiture, and helps are spent, 151:44,046[A ]| Not more a sin then 'tis a punishment. 151:44,047[A ]| The soule that sees things in their native frame, 151:44,048[A ]| Without opinions, mask or custome's name, 151:44,049[A ]| Cannot be clogg'd to sence, or count that high 151:44,050[A ]| Which hath its estimation from a Ly. 151:44,051[A ]| (Meane sordid things, which by mistake we prise, 151:44,052[A ]| And absent covet, but en'oy'd despise.) 151:44,053[A ]| But scorning these hath robb'd them of their Art, 151:44,054[A ]| Either to swell or to subdue the heart; 151:44,055[A ]| And learnt that generous frame to be above 151:44,056[A ]| The world in hopes, below it all in Love: 151:44,057[A ]| Touch'd with divine and inward life doth run, 151:44,058[A ]| Not resting till it hath its Centre wonne; 151:44,059[A ]| Moves steadily Untill it safe doth ly 151:44,060[A ]| I'th' roote of all its Immortallity; 151:44,061[A ]| And resting here, hath yet activity 151:44,062[A ]| To grow more like unto the Deity; 151:44,063[A ]| Good, Universall, wise and just as he, 151:44,064[A ]| (The same in kind, though differing in degree) 151:44,065[A ]| Till at the last 'tis swallow'd up and grown 151:44,066[A ]| With god and with the whole Creation One; 151:44,067[A ]| Its self, so small a part, i'th'whole is lost, 151:44,068[A ]| And generalls have particulars engross'd. 151:44,069[A ]| That dark contracted Personallity, 151:44,070[A ]| Like mists before the Sun, will from it fly; 151:44,071[A ]| And then the soule, one shining Sphaere, at Length, 151:44,072[A ]| Fill'd with true love wisedome and purged strength, 151:44,073[A ]| Beholds her highest good with open face, 151:44,074[A ]| And like him all the world she can embrace. 151:45,000[' ]| 151:45,000[A ]| Madam, 151:45,001[A ]| I do not write to you that men may know 151:45,002[A ]| How much I'm honour'd that I may do so; 151:45,003[A ]| Nor hope (though I your rich example give) 151:45,004[A ]| To write with more successe then you can live, 151:45,005[A ]| To cure the age; nor thinke I can be just, 151:45,006[A ]| Who only dare to write, because I must. 151:45,007[A ]| I'm full of you, and something must expresse, 151:45,008[A ]| To vent my wonder and your power confesse. 151:45,009[A ]| Let me then breath in verse, which though undue, 151:45,010[A ]| The best would seeme so, when it shaddowes you. 151:45,011[A ]| Had I ne're heard of your illustrious name, 151:45,012[A ]| Nor known the Scotch or English honour's fame; 151:45,013[A ]| Yet if your glorious frame did but appeare, 151:45,014[A ]| I could have soon read all your grandeur there. 151:45,015[A ]| I could have seen in each majestick ray 151:45,016[A ]| What greatest Auncestors could e're convey; 151:45,017[A ]| And in the lustre of your eyes alone, 151:45,018[A ]| How neare you were allied unto a throne. 151:45,019[A ]| Which yet doth lessen you, who can not need 151:45,020[A ]| Those bright advantages which you exceed. 151:45,021[A ]| For you are such, that your descent from Kings 151:45,022[A ]| Received more Honour from you then it brings. 151:45,023[A ]| As much above their gloryes as our toile, 151:45,024[A ]| A court to you were but a handsome foile. 151:45,025[A ]| And if we name the stock on which you grew, 151:45,026[A ]| 'Tis rather to do right to it then you: 151:45,027[A ]| For those that would your greatest splendor see, 151:45,028[A ]| Must read your soule more then your pedigree. 151:45,029[A ]| For as the sacred temple had without, 151:45,030[A ]| Beauty to feed those eyes that gaz'd about, 151:45,031[A ]| And yet had riches, state and wonder more, 151:45,032[A ]| For those that stood within that shining doore; 151:45,032[A ]| But in the holy place the admitted few, 151:45,034[A ]| Lustre received and inspiracon too: 151:45,035[A ]| So though your gloryes in your face be seen, 151:45,036[A ]| And so much bright instruction in your meen; 151:45,037[A ]| You are not known but where you will impart 151:45,038[A ]| The treasures of your more illustrious heart. 151:45,039[A ]| Religion all her odours sheds on you, 151:45,040[A ]| Who by obliging vindicate her too: 151:45,041[A ]| For that rich beame of heaven was allmost 151:45,042[A ]| In nice disputes and false pretences lost; 151:45,043[A ]| So doubly injur'd, she could scarse subsist 151:45,044[A ]| Betwixt the hypocrite and casuist; 151:45,045[A ]| Till you by great example did convince 151:45,046[A ]| Us of her nature and her residence, 151:45,047[A ]| And chose to shew her face, and ease her strife, 151:45,048[A ]| Lesse by your arguments then by your life; 151:45,049[A ]| Which if it could be coppied out, would be 151:45,050[A ]| A solid body of divinitie. 151:45,051[A ]| Your principles and practise light would give 151:45,052[A ]| What we should do, and what we should believe: 151:45,053[A ]| For the extensive knowledge you possesse, 151:45,054[A ]| You do acquire with more ease then confesse; 151:45,055[A ]| As as by you knowledge hath thus obtain'd 151:45,056[A ]| To be refind, and then to be explained: 151:45,057[A ]| So in returne she usefull is to you, 151:45,058[A ]| In practise and in comtemplation too; 151:45,059[A ]| For by the various succour she hath lent, 151:45,060[A ]| You act with judgment, and thinke with content. 151:45,061[A ]| Yet those vast arts with such a temper meet, 151:45,062[A ]| That you can lay them at religion's feet; 151:45,063[A ]| Nor is it halfe so bold as it is true, 151:45,064[A ]| That Vertue is herselfe oblig'd to you: 151:45,065[A ]| For being dress'd by your subduing charmes, 151:45,066[A ]| She conquers more then did the Roman armes. 151:45,067[A ]| We see in you how much that malice lyed 151:45,068[A ]| That stuck on goodnesse any sullen pride; 151:45,069[A ]| And that the harshnesse some professors weare 151:45,070[A ]| Falls to their owne, and not religion's share. 151:45,071[A ]| But your bright sweetnesse if it once appeare, 151:45,072[A ]| Reclaimes the bad, and softens the austere. 151:45,073[A ]| Men talk'd of honour too, but could not tell 151:45,074[A ]| What was the secret of that active spell. 151:45,075[A ]| That beauteous mantle they to divers lent, 151:45,076[A ]| Yet wonder'd what the mighty nothing meant. 151:45,077[A ]| Some did confine her to a worthy fame, 151:45,078[A ]| And some to royall pattents gave her Name. 151:45,079[A ]| You having claime unto her either way, 151:45,080[A ]| By what a King could give, a world could pay, 151:45,081[A ]| Have a more living honour in your breast, 151:45,082[A ]| Which justifyes, and yet obscures the rest; 151:45,083[A ]| A principle from fame and pompe untyed, 151:45,084[A ]| So truly high that it despises pride; 151:45,085[A ]| Buying good actions at the dearest rate, 151:45,086[A ]| Lookes downe on ill with as much scorne as hate; 151:45,087[A ]| Acts things so generous and bravely hard, 151:45,088[A ]| And in obliging finds so much reward; 151:45,089[A ]| So selfe denying great, so firmly just, 151:45,090[A ]| Apt to conferre, strict to preserve a trust; 151:45,091[A ]| That all whose honour would be justified, 151:45,092[A ]| Must by your standard have it stampt and tryed. 151:45,093[A ]| But your perfection hightens others crimes, 151:45,094[A ]| And you reproach while you informe the times. 151:45,095[A ]| Which sad advantage you will scarce believe; 151:45,096[A ]| Or if you must, you do conceale and greive. 151:45,097[A ]| You scorne so poore a foyle as others ill, 151:45,098[A ]| And are protector to the unhappy still; 151:45,099[A ]| Yet are so tender when you see a spot, 151:45,100[A ]| You blush for those who for themselves could not. 151:45,101[A ]| You are so much above your sex, that we 151:45,102[A ]| Believe your life your greatest courtesie: 151:45,103[A ]| For women boast they have, while you will live, 151:45,104[A ]| A patterne and a representative, 151:45,105[A ]| And future mothers who in childbirth groane, 151:45,106[A ]| Shall wish for daughters, knowing you are one. 151:45,107[A ]| The world hath Kings whose thrones are cemented 151:45,108[A ]| Or by that bloud they boast, or that they shed: 151:45,109[A ]| Yet these great Idolls of the stooping crew 151:45,110[A ]| Have neither pleasure sound, nor honour true. 151:45,111[A ]| They either fight, or play; and power court, 151:45,112[A ]| In triviall anger, or in cruell sport. 151:45,113[A ]| You, who a nobler priviledge enjoy, 151:45,114[A ]| (For you can save whom they can but destroy) 151:45,115[A ]| An empire have where different mixtures kisse; 151:45,116[A ]| You are grave, not soure, and kind, but not remisse. 151:45,117[A ]| Such sweetned majestic, such humble state, 151:45,118[A ]| Do love and reverence at once create. 151:45,119[A ]| Pardon, deare Madam, these untaught essayes, 151:45,120[A ]| I can admire more fitly then I praise. 151:45,121[A ]| Things so sublime are dimly understood, 151:45,122[A ]| And you were borne so great, and are so good, 151:45,123[A ]| So much above the honour of your name, 151:45,124[A ]| And by neglect do so secure your fame; 151:45,125[A ]| Whose beautie's such as captivates the wise, 151:45,126[A ]| Yet only you, of all the world, despise; 151:45,127[A ]| That have so vast a knowledge so subdued, 151:45,128[A ]| Religion so adorned, and so pursued; 151:45,129[A ]| A wit so strong, that who would it define, 151:45,130[A ]| Will need ten times one more acute then mine; 151:45,131[A ]| Yet rul'd so that its vigour managed thus 151:45,132[A ]| Becomes at once gratefull and generous; 151:45,133[A ]| Whose honour hath so delicate a sense, 151:45,134[A ]| Who allwayes pardon, never give offence; 151:45,135[A ]| Who needing nothing, yet to all are kind, 151:45,136[A ]| Who have so large a heart, so rich a mind; 151:45,137[A ]| Whose friendship still is on th'obliging side, 151:45,138[A ]| And yet so free from tyranny and pride; 151:45,139[A ]| Who do in love (like Jonathan) descend, 151:45,140[A ]| And strip your selfe to cloth your happy friend; 151:45,141[A ]| Whose kindnesse and whose modestie is such, 151:45,142[A ]| To expect so little and deserve so much; 151:45,143[A ]| Who have such candid worth, such deare concerne, 151:45,144[A ]| Where we so much may love, so much may learne; 151:45,145[A ]| Whose every wonder, though it fills and shines, 151:45,146[A ]| It never to an ill excesse declines; 151:45,147[A ]| But all are found so sweetly opposite, 151:45,148[A ]| As are in Titian's pieces shade and light: 151:45,149[A ]| That he that would your great description trye, 151:45,150[A ]| Though he write well, would be as lost as I, 151:45,151[A ]| Who of injurious zeale convicted stand, 151:45,152[A ]| To draw you with so bold and bad a hand; 151:45,153[A ]| But that, like other gloryes, I presume 151:45,154[A ]| You will enlighten, where you might consume. 151:46,000[' ]| 151:46,000[' ]| 151:46,001[A ]| Well! we will doe that rigid thing 151:46,002[A ]| Which makes Spectators think we part; 151:46,003[A ]| Though absence hath for none a sting 151:46,004[A ]| But those who keep each other's heart. 151:46,005[A ]| And when our sence is dispossess'd, 151:46,006[A ]| Our labouring Souls will heave and pant, 151:46,007[A ]| And gasp for one another's Brest, 151:46,008[A ]| Since theyr conveyances they want. 151:46,009[A ]| Nay, we have felt the tedious smart 151:46,010[A ]| Of absent friendship, and doe know 151:46,011[A ]| That when we dy we can but part; 151:46,012[A ]| And who knows what we shall doe now? 151:46,013[A ]| Yet since I must go, wee'le submit, 151:46,014[A ]| And soe our own disposers be; 151:46,015[A ]| For while we nobly suffer it, 151:46,016[A ]| We triumph o're necessity. 151:46,017[A ]| By this we shall be truly great, 151:46,018[A ]| If, having other things o'recome, 151:46,019[A ]| To make our Victory compleat 151:46,020[A ]| We can be Conquerours at home! 151:46,021[A ]| 'Nay then to meet we may conclude, 151:46,022[A ]| And all obstructions overthrow; 151:46,023[A ]| Since we our Passion have subdud, 151:46,024[A ]| Which is the strongest thing I know. 151:47,000[' ]| 151:47,000[' ]| 151:47,001[A ]| There's no such thing as pleasure here, 151:47,002[A ]| 'Tis all a perfect Cheat, 151:47,003[A ]| Which does but shine and disappear, 151:47,004[A ]| Whose charm is all deceipt: 151:47,005[A ]| The empty bribe of yielding souls, 151:47,006[A ]| Which first betrays, and then controules. 151:47,007[A ]| 'Tis true it looks at distance fayr; 151:47,008[A ]| But when we doe approach, 151:47,009[A ]| The fruit of Sodom will impayr, 151:47,010[A ]| And perish at the touch: 151:47,011[A ]| In being then in fancy Less, 151:47,012[A ]| And we expect more then possess. 151:47,013[A ]| For by our pleasures we are cloy'd, 151:47,014[A ]| And so desire is done; 151:47,015[A ]| Or elce, like Rivers, they make wide 151:47,016[A ]| The Channells where they run: 151:47,017[A ]| And either way true bliss destroys, 151:47,018[A ]| Making us narrow, or our joys. 151:47,019[A ]| We covet pleasure easily, 151:47,020[A ]| But it not so possess; 151:47,021[A ]| For many things must make it be, 151:47,022[A ]| But one may make it less. 151:47,023[A ]| Nay, were our 'state as we could choose it, 151:47,024[A ]| 'Twould be consum'd by feare to loose it. 151:47,025[A ]| What art thou then, thou winged ayr, 151:47,026[A ]| More swift and weak then fame? 151:47,027[A ]| Whose next successor is despayr, 151:47,028[A ]| And its attendant shame. 151:47,029[A ]| Th'experienc'd Prince then reason had, 151:47,030[A ]| Who sayd of Pleasure, it is Mad. 151:48,000[' ]| 151:48,000[' ]| 151:48,001[A ]| Thrice happy he whose name is wrote above, 151:48,002[A ]| Who doeth good, though gaining infamy, 151:48,003[A ]| Requiteth evill turns with hearty love, 151:48,004[A ]| And recks not what befalls him outwardly; 151:48,005[A ]| Whose worth is in himself, and onely bliss 151:48,006[A ]| In his pure conscience which doth nought amiss. 151:48,007[A ]| Who placeth pleasure in his purged Soule 151:48,008[A ]| And vertuous life his Treasure doth esteem; 151:48,009[A ]| Who can his passions master and controule, 151:48,010[A ]| And that true Lordly manlyness doth deem, 151:48,011[A ]| Who from this world himself hath dearely quit, 151:48,012[A ]| Counts nought his own but what lives in his Sprit. 151:48,013[A ]| So when his Sprite from this vain world shall flit, 151:48,014[A ]| It bears all with it, whatsoe're was deare 151:48,015[A ]| Unto it self, passing in easy Fit, 151:48,016[A ]| As kindly ripen'd corn comes out o'th'Eare. 151:48,017[A ]| And careless of what idle men will say, 151:48,018[A ]| He takes his own, and stilly goes his way. 151:48,000[' ]| <& ca.> 151:48,019[A ]| Eternall reason! glorious majestic! 151:48,020[A ]| Compar'd to whom what can be said to be? 151:48,021[A ]| Whose attributes are thee, who art alone 151:48,022[A ]| Cause of all various things, and yet but one; 151:48,023[A ]| Whose essence can no more be search'd by man, 151:48,024[A ]| Then heaven (thy throne) be grasp'd within his Span. 151:48,025[A ]| Yet if this great Creation was design'd 151:48,026[A ]| To severall ends, fitted to every kind; 151:48,027[A ]| Sure man (the world's epitomy) must be 151:48,028[A ]| Formed to the best, that is, to study thee. 151:48,029[A ]| And as our dignity, 'tis duty too, 151:48,030[A ]| Which is summ'd up in this, to know and do. 151:48,031[A ]| These comely rows of Creatures spell thy Name, 151:48,032[A ]| Whereby we grope to find from whence they came, 151:48,033[A ]| By thy own chain of causes brought to think 151:48,034[A ]| There must be one, then find the highest link. 151:48,035[A ]| Thus all created excellence we see 151:48,036[A ]| Is a faint dark resemblance of thee 151:48,037[A ]| Such shaddows are produc'd by the moonebeams, 151:48,038[A ]| Of Trees or houses, on the running streams. 151:48,039[A ]| Yet by impressions born with us we find 151:48,040[A ]| How good, great, just thou art, how unconfin'd. 151:48,041[A ]| Here we are swallow'd up and gladly dwell, 151:48,042[A ]| Safely adoring what we cannot tell. 151:48,043[A ]| All we know is, thou art supreamely good, 151:48,044[A ]| And dost delight to be so understood: 151:48,045[A ]| A Spicy Mountaine on the Universe, 151:48,046[A ]| On which thy richest odours doe disperse. 151:48,047[A ]| But as the Sea to fill a vessell heaves 151:48,048[A ]| More greedily then any cask receives, 151:48,049[A ]| Besieging round to find some Gap in it, 151:48,050[A ]| Which will a new infusion admit: 151:48,051[A ]| So dost thou covet that thou mayst dispence 151:48,052[A ]| Upon the empty world thy influence; 151:48,053[A ]| Lov'st to disburse thy selfe in kindness: thus 151:48,054[A ]| The King of Kings waites to be Gracious. 151:48,055[A ]| On this accompt, O God, enlarge my heart 151:48,056[A ]| To entertaine what thou wouldst faine impart 151:48,057[A ]| Nor let this Soul, by severall titles thine, 151:48,058[A ]| And most capacious form'd for things divine, 151:48,059[A ]| (So nobly meant, that when it most doth misse, 151:48,060[A ]| 'Tis in mistaken pantings after blisse) 151:48,061[A ]| Degrade it self, in sordid things delight, 151:48,062[A ]| Or by profaner mixtures loose its right. 151:48,063[A ]| O! that with fixed unbroken thoughts it may 151:48,064[A ]| Admire that light which doth obscure the Day; 151:48,065[A ]| And since 'tis Angells work it has to doe, 151:48,066[A ]| May its composure be like Angells too. 151:48,067[A ]| When shall those cloggs of sence and fancy break, 151:48,068[A ]| That I may heare the God within me speak? 151:48,069[A ]| When with a Silent and retired art, 151:48,070[A ]| Shall I with all this empty hurry part? 151:48,071[A ]| To the still voice above, my Soule advance; 151:48,072[A ]| My light and joy fix'd in God's Countenance; 151:48,073[A ]| By whose dispence my Soule, to such frame brought, 151:48,074[A ]| May tame each treacherous, fix each scatter'd thought; 151:48,075[A ]| With such distinctions all things here behold, 151:48,076[A ]| And so to separate each drosse from Gold, 151:48,077[A ]| That nothing my free soule may satisfy, 151:48,078[A ]| But t'imitate, enjoy, and study thee. 151:49,000[' ]| 151:49,000[' ]| <(set by Mr Henry Law's) 1650.> 151:49,001[A ]| 'Tis now since I began to dy 151:49,002[A ]| Foure moneths and more, yet gasping live; 151:49,003[A ]| Wrapp'd up in sorrows doe I ly, 151:49,004[A ]| Hoping, yet doubting a reprieve. 151:49,005[A ]| Adam from Paradise expell'd 151:49,006[A ]| Just such a wretched being held. 151:49,007[A ]| 'Tis not thy love I feare to loose, 151:49,008[A ]| That will in spight of absence hold; 151:49,009[A ]| But 'tis the benefit and use 151:49,010[A ]| Is lost, as in imprison'd Gold: 151:49,011[A ]| Which though the summe be ne're so great, 151:49,012[A ]| Enriches nothing but conceipt. 151:49,013[A ]| What angry star then governs me 151:49,014[A ]| That I must feele a double smart? 151:49,015[A ]| Pris'ner to fate as well as thee; 151:49,016[A ]| Kept from thy face, link'd to thy heart? 151:49,017[A ]| Because my love all Love excells, 151:49,018[A ]| Must my griefs have no parrallells? 151:49,019[A ]| Sapless and dead as winter here 151:49,020[A ]| I now remaine, and all I see 151:49,021[A ]| Coppys of my wild 'state appeare, 151:49,022[A ]| But I am their epitomy. 151:49,023[A ]| Love me no more! for I am grown 151:49,024[A ]| Too dead and dull for thee to own. 151:50,000[' ]| <6t Aprill L'amitie: To Mrs M. Awbrey.> 151:50,000[' ]| <1651> 151:50,001[A ]| Soule of my soule! my joy, my crown, my friend! 151:50,002[A ]| A name which all the rest doth comprehend; 151:50,003[A ]| How happy are we now, whose souls are grown, 151:50,004[A ]| By an incomparable mixture, One: 151:50,005[A ]| Whose well acquainted minds are now as neare 151:50,006[A ]| As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare. 151:50,007[A ]| I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd, 151:50,008[A ]| Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd. 151:50,009[A ]| Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set, 151:50,010[A ]| And my brest is thy private cabinet. 151:50,011[A ]| Thou shedst no teare but what my moisture lent, 151:50,012[A ]| And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent. 151:50,013[A ]| United thus, what horrour can appeare 151:50,014[A ]| Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare? 151:50,015[A ]| Let the dull world alone to talk and fight, 151:50,016[A ]| And with their vast ambitions nature fright; 151:50,017[A ]| Let them despise so inocent a flame, 151:50,018[A ]| While Envy, pride and faction play their game: 151:50,019[A ]| But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise, 151:50,020[A ]| To pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise, 151:50,021[A ]| Since we that sacred union have engrost, 151:50,022[A ]| Which they and all the sullen world have lost. 151:51,000[' ]| 151:51,001[A ]| Stay, prince of Fancy, stay, we are not fit 151:51,002[A ]| To welcome or admire thy raptures yet: 151:51,003[A ]| Such horrid ignorance benights the times, 151:51,004[A ]| That wit and honour are become our crimes. 151:51,005[A ]| But when those happy powers that guard thy dust, 151:51,006[A ]| To us and to thy memory shall be just, 151:51,007[A ]| And by a flame from thy blest Genius lent, 151:51,008[A ]| Rescue us from our dull imprisonment, 151:51,009[A ]| Unsequester our fancys, and create 151:51,010[A ]| A worth that may upon thy glorys wait; 151:51,011[A ]| We then shall understand thee, and descry 151:51,012[A ]| The splendour of restored Poetry. 151:51,013[A ]| Till when let no bold hand profane thy shrine, 151:51,014[A ]| 'Tis high wit ~~ Treason to debase thy coyn. 151:52,000[' ]| 151:52,000[' ]| <(the excellent Palemon)> 151:52,001[A ]| This is contest presumption; for had I 151:52,002[A ]| All that rich stock of ingenuity 151:52,003[A ]| Which I could wish for this, yet it would be 151:52,004[A ]| Palaemon's blot; a pious injury. 151:52,005[A ]| But as no votarys are scorn'd when they 151:52,006[A ]| The meanest victim in religion pay; 151:52,007[A ]| Not that the power they worship needs a gum, 151:52,008[A ]| But that they speak their thanks for all with some: 151:52,009[A ]| So though the most contemptible of all 151:52,010[A ]| That doe themselves Palemon's servants call, 151:52,011[A ]| I know that Zeale is more then sacrifise, 151:52,012[A ]| (For God did not the widdow's mite despise) 151:52,013[A ]| And that Palemon hath divinity, 151:52,014[A ]| And mercy is his highest property. 151:52,015[A ]| He that doth such transcendent merit own, 151:52,016[A ]| Must have Imperfect offerings, or none. 151:52,017[A ]| Hee's one rich Lustre, which doth rays dispence, 151:52,018[A ]| As knowledge will when set in innocence. 151:52,019[A ]| For Learning did select his noble brest, 151:52,020[A ]| Where in her native Majesty to rest; 151:52,021[A ]| Free from the tyrranny and pride of Schooles, 151:52,022[A ]| Who had confin'd her to pedantique rules; 151:52,023[A ]| And that Gentiler errour which doth take 151:52,024[A ]| Offence at learning for her habit's sake: 151:52,025[A ]| Palaemon hath redeem'd her, who may be 151:52,026[A ]| Esteem'd himself an University; 151:52,027[A ]| And yet so much a Gentleman, that he 151:52,028[A ]| Needs not (though he enjoys) a pedigree. 151:52,029[A ]| Sure he was built and sent to let us know 151:52,030[A ]| What man compleated can both be and doe. 151:52,031[A ]| Freedome from vice is in him nature's part, 151:52,032[A ]| Without the help of discipline or art. 151:52,033[A ]| Hee's his own happiness and his own Law, 151:52,034[A ]| Whereby he keeps Passion and fate in aw; 151:52,035[A ]| Nor was this wrought in him by time or growth, 151:52,036[A ]| His Genius had anticipated both. 151:52,037[A ]| Had all been like Palaemon, pride had ne're 151:52,038[A ]| Taught one man tyrranny, and t'other feare 151:52,039[A ]| Ambition had been full as monstrous then 151:52,040[A ]| As this dull world doth render worthy men. 151:52,041[A ]| Had men his Spirit, they would soone forbeare 151:52,042[A ]| Groveling for dirt, and quarrelling for Ayre. 151:52,043[A ]| Were his harmonious Soule diffus'd in all, 151:52,044[A ]| We should beleive that man did never fall. 151:52,045[A ]| It is Palemon's Soule which hath engrost 151:52,046[A ]| The Ingenious candour that the world hath lost; 151:52,047[A ]| Whose own mind seats him quiet, safe and high, 151:52,048[A ]| Above the reach of time or destiny. 151:52,049[A ]| 'Twas he that rescu'd gasping friendship when 151:52,050[A ]| The bell toll'd for her funerall with men: 151:52,051[A ]| 'Twas he that made friends more then lovers burn, 151:52,052[A ]| And then made Love to sacred friendship turn: 151:52,053[A ]| 'Twas he turn'd honour Inward, set her free 151:52,054[A ]| From titles and from popularity. 151:52,055[A ]| Now fixt to vertue, she begs praise of none, 151:52,056[A ]| Is witness'd and rewarded both at home; 151:52,057[A ]| And in his brest this honour's so enshrined, 151:52,058[A ]| As the old Law was in the Ark confin'd: 151:52,059[A ]| To which posterity shall all consent, 151:52,060[A ]| And less dispute then acts of Parliament. 151:52,061[A ]| Hee's our originall, by whom we see 151:52,062[A ]| How much we falle, and what we ought to be. 151:52,063[A ]| But why doe I to coppy him pretend? 151:52,064[A ]| My Rimes but libell whom they would commend. 151:52,065[A ]| 'Tis true, but none can reach what's set so high; 151:52,066[A ]| And though I misse, I've noble company: 151:52,067[A ]| For the most happy Language must confess, 151:52,068[A ]| It doth obscure Palemon, not express. 151:53,000[' ]| 151:53,001[A ]| I have examin'd, and do find, 151:53,002[A ]| Of all that favour me, 151:53,003[A ]| There's none I grieve to leave behind 151:53,004[A ]| But only, only thee. 151:53,005[A ]| To part with thee I needs must dye, 151:53,006[A ]| Could parting separate thee and I. 151:53,007[A ]| But neither chance nor complement 151:53,008[A ]| Did element our love; 151:53,009[A ]| 'Twas sacred sympathy was lent 151:53,010[A ]| Us from the quire above. 151:53,011[A ]| That friendship fortune did create, 151:53,012[A ]| Which feares a wound from time or fate. 151:53,013[A ]| Our chang'd and mingled soules are growne 151:53,014[A ]| To such acquaintance now, 151:53,015[A ]| That if each would assume their owne, 151:53,016[A ]| Alas! we know not how. 151:53,017[A ]| We have each other so ingrost, 151:53,018[A ]| That each is in the union lost. 151:53,019[A ]| And thus we can no absence know, 151:53,020[A ]| Nor shall we be confin'd; 151:53,021[A ]| Our active soules will dayly go 151:53,022[A ]| To learne each other's mind. 151:53,023[A ]| Nay, should we never meet to sence, 151:53,024[A ]| Our soules would hold intelligence. 151:53,025[A ]| Inspired with a flame divine, 151:53,026[A ]| I scorne to court a stay; 151:53,027[A ]| For from that noble soule of thine 151:53,028[A ]| I can ne're be away. 151:53,029[A ]| But I shall weepe when thou dost grieve; 151:53,030[A ]| Nor can I dy whilst thou dost live. 151:53,031[A ]| By my owne temper I shall guesse 151:53,032[A ]| At thy felicity, 151:53,033[A ]| And onely like my happinesse 151:53,034[A ]| Because it pleaseth thee. 151:53,035[A ]| Our hearts at anytime will tell 151:53,036[A ]| If thou, or I, be sick, or well. 151:53,037[A ]| All honour sure I must pretend, 151:53,038[A ]| All that is good or great; 151:53,039[A ]| She that would be Rosania's friend, 151:53,040[A ]| Must be at least compleat. 151:53,041[A ]| If I have any bravery, 151:53,042[A ]| 'Tis cause I am so much of thee. 151:53,043[A ]| Thy leiger soule in me shall lye, 151:53,044[A ]| And all thy thoughts reveale; 151:53,045[A ]| Then back againe with mine shall flye, 151:53,046[A ]| And thence to me shall steale. 151:53,047[A ]| Thus still to one another tend; 151:53,048[A ]| Such is the sacred name of friend. 151:53,049[A ]| Thus our twin souls in one shall growe, 151:53,050[A ]| And teach the World new love; 151:53,051[A ]| Redeem the age and sex, and show 151:53,052[A ]| A flame fate dares not move: 151:53,053[A ]| And courting death to be our friend, 151:53,054[A ]| Our lives together too shall end. 151:53,055[A ]| A dew shall dwell upon our tomb 151:53,056[A ]| Of such a quality, 151:53,057[A ]| Th at fighting armies, thither come, 151:53,058[A ]| Shall reconciled be. 151:53,059[A ]| Wee'l aske no epitaph, but say 151:53,060[A ]| Orinda and Rosania. 151:54,000[' ]| <148 THE POEMS> 151:54,000[' ]| <54> 151:54,000[' ]| 151:54,001[A ]| Though it be just to grieve when I must part 151:54,002[A ]| With him that is the Guardian of my heart; 151:54,003[A ]| Yet, by a happy change, the losse of mine 151:54,004[A ]| Is with advantage paid in having thine; 151:54,005[A ]| And I (by that deare Guest instructed) find 151:54,006[A ]| Absence can doe no hurt to souls combin'd. 151:54,007[A ]| And we were born to love; brought to agree 151:54,008[A ]| By the impressions of divine decree: 151:54,009[A ]| So when united nearer we became, 151:54,010[A ]| It did not weaken, but increase, our flame. 151:54,011[A ]| Unlike to those who distant joys admire, 151:54,012[A ]| But slight them when possest of their desire, 151:54,013[A ]| Each of our souls did its own temper fit, 151:54,014[A ]| And in the other's mold so fashion'd it, 151:54,015[A ]| That now our inclinations both are grown, 151:54,016[A ]| Like to our interests and persons, One; 151:54,017[A ]| And souls whom such an Union fortify's, 151:54,018[A ]| Passion can ne're betray, nor fate surprize. 151:54,019[A ]| Now as in watches, though we doe not know 151:54,020[A ]| When the hand moves, we find it still doth go: 151:54,021[A ]| So I, by secret sympathy inclin'd, 151:54,022[A ]| Will absent meet, and understand thy mind; 151:54,023[A ]| And thou, at thy return, shalt find thy heart 151:54,024[A ]| Still safe, with all the Love thou didst impart: 151:54,025[A ]| For though that treasure I have ne're deserv'd, 151:54,026[A ]| It shall with strong religion be preserv'd. 151:54,027[A ]| But besides this thou shalt in me survey 151:54,028[A ]| Thy self reflected while thou art away: 151:54,029[A ]| For what some forward arts do undertake, 151:54,030[A ]| The images of absent friends to make, 151:54,031[A ]| And represent their actions in a Glasse, 151:54,032[A ]| Friendship it self can onely bring to passe: 151:54,033[A ]| That magique which both fate and time beguiles, 151:54,034[A ]| And in a moment runs a thousand miles. 151:54,035[A ]| So in my brest thy Picture drawn shall be, 151:54,036[A ]| My guide, life, object, friend, and destiny: 151:54,037[A ]| And none shall know, though they employ their wit, 151:54,038[A ]| Which is the right Antenor, thou, or it. 151:55,000[' ]| 151:55,000[' ]| 151:55,001[A ]| Here what remaines of him does ly, 151:55,002[A ]| Who was the world's epitomy: 151:55,003[A ]| Religion's darling, merchants glory, 151:55,004[A ]| Men's delight, and vertue's story. 151:55,005[A ]| Who, though a Prisoner to the Grave, 151:55,006[A ]| A glorious freedome once shall have: 151:55,007[A ]| Till when no monument is fit, 151:55,008[A ]| But what's beyond our Love or Wit. 151:56,000[' ]| 151:56,000[' ]| 151:56,001[A ]| Vertue's blossom, beauty's bud, 151:56,002[A ]| The pride of all that's faire and good, 151:56,003[A ]| By death's fierce hand was snatched hence 151:56,004[A ]| In her state of innocence: 151:56,005[A ]| Who by it this advantage gains, 151:56,006[A ]| Her wages got without her pains. 151:57,000[' ]| 151:57,001[A ]| Let the dull brutish world that know not love 151:57,002[A ]| Continue haeretiques, and disapprove 151:57,003[A ]| That noble flame; but the refined know 151:57,004[A ]| 'Tis all the heaven we have here below. 151:57,005[A ]| Nature subsists by Love, and they ty 151:57,006[A ]| Things to their causes but by Sympathy. 151:57,007[A ]| Love chaines the differing Elements in one 151:57,008[A ]| Great harmony, link'd to the heavenly throne; 151:57,009[A ]| And as on Earth, so the blest quire above 151:57,010[A ]| Of Saints and Angells are maintain'd by love; 151:57,011[A ]| That is their business and felicity, 151:57,012[A ]| And will be so to all eternity. 151:57,013[A ]| That is the Ocean, our affections here 151:57,014[A ]| Are but streams borrow'd from the fountaine there; 151:57,015[A ]| And 'tis the noblest argument to prove 151:57,016[A ]| A beauteous mind, that it knows how to love. 151:57,017[A ]| Those kind impressions which fate can't controule, 151:57,018[A ]| Are heaven's mintage on a worthy soule; 151:57,019[A ]| For love is all the arts epitomy, 151:57,020[A ]| And is the summe of all divinity. 151:57,021[A ]| Hee's worse then beast that cannot love, and yet 151:57,022[A ]| It is not bought by money, paines or wit; 151:57,023[A ]| So no chance nor design can spirits move, 151:57,024[A ]| But the eternall destiny of Love. 151:57,025[A ]| For when two soules are chang'd and mixed soe, 151:57,026[A ]| It is what they and none but they can doe; 151:57,027[A ]| And this is friendship, that abstracted flame 151:57,028[A ]| Which creeping mortalls know not how to name. 151:57,029[A ]| All Love is sacred, and the marriage ty 151:57,030[A ]| Hath much of Honour and divinity; 151:57,031[A ]| But Lust, design, or some unworthy ends 151:57,032[A ]| May mingle there, which are despis'd by friends. 151:57,033[A ]| Passion hath violent extreams, and thus 151:57,034[A ]| All oppositions are contiguous. 151:57,035[A ]| So when the end is serv'd the Love will bate, 151:57,036[A ]| If friendship make it not more fortunate: 151:57,037[A ]| Friendship! that Love's Elixar, that pure fire 151:57,038[A ]| Which burns the clearer 'cause it burns the higher; 151:57,039[A ]| For Love, like earthy fires (which will decay 151:57,040[A ]| If the materiall fuell be away) 151:57,041[A ]| Is with offensive smoake accompany'd, 151:57,042[A ]| And by resistance only is supply'd: 151:57,043[A ]| But friendship, like the fiery element, 151:57,044[A ]| With its own heat and nourishment content, 151:57,045[A ]| (Where neither hurt, nor smoke, nor noise is made) 151:57,046[A ]| Scorns the assistance of a forreign ayde. 151:57,047[A ]| Friendship (like Heraldry) is hereby known: 151:57,048[A ]| Richest when plainest, bravest when alone; 151:57,049[A ]| Calme as a Virgin, and more inocent 151:57,050[A ]| Then sleeping Doves are, and as much content 151:57,051[A ]| As saints in visions; quiet as the night, 151:57,052[A ]| But cleare and open as the summer's light; 151:57,053[A ]| United more then spirits facultys, 151:57,054[A ]| Higher in thoughts then are the Eagle's eys; 151:57,055[A ]| Free as first agents are true friends, and kind, 151:57,056[A ]| As but themselves I can no likeness find. 151:58,000[' ]| 151:58,001[A ]| If we no old historian's name 151:58,002[A ]| Authentique will admitt, 151:58,003[A ]| And thinke all said of friendship's fame 151:58,004[A ]| But poetry and wit: 151:58,005[A ]| Yet what's revered by minds so pure 151:58,006[A ]| Must be a bright Idea, sure. 151:58,007[A ]| But as our immortalitie 151:58,008[A ]| By inward sense we find, 151:58,009[A ]| Judging that if it could not be, 151:58,010[A ]| It would not be design'd: 151:58,011[A ]| So heare how could such copyes fall, 151:58,012[A ]| If there were no originall? 151:58,013[A ]| But if truth be in auncient song, 151:58,014[A ]| Or story we beleive, 151:58,015[A ]| If the inspir'd and greater throng 151:58,016[A ]| Have scorned to deceive; 151:58,017[A ]| There have been hearts whose friendship gave 151:58,018[A ]| Them thoughts at once both soft and brave. 151:58,019[A ]| Among that consecrated few, 151:58,020[A ]| Some more seraphick shade 151:58,021[A ]| Lend me a favourable clew, 151:58,022[A ]| Now mists my eyes invade, 151:58,023[A ]| Why, having fill'd the world with fame, 151:58,024[A ]| Left you so little of your flame? 151:58,025[A ]| Why is't so difficult to see 151:58,026[A ]| Two bodyes and one minde? 151:58,027[A ]| And why are those who else agree 151:58,028[A ]| So differently kind? 151:58,029[A ]| Hath nature such fantastique art, 151:58,030[A ]| That she can vary every heart? 151:58,031[A ]| Why are the bonds of friendship tyed 151:58,032[A ]| With so remisse a knot, 151:58,033[A ]| That by the most it is defyed, 151:58,034[A ]| And by the rest forgot? 151:58,035[A ]| Why do we step with so slight sense 151:58,036[A ]| From friendship to indifference? 151:58,037[A ]| If friendship sympathy impart, 151:58,038[A ]| Why this ill shuffled game, 151:58,039[A ]| That heart can never meet with heart, 151:58,040[A ]| Or flame encounter flame? 151:58,041[A ]| What doth this crueltie create? 151:58,042[A ]| Is it th'intrigue of love or fate? 151:58,043[A ]| Had friendship nere been known to men, 151:58,044[A ]| (The ghost at last confest) 151:58,045[A ]| The world had been a stranger then 151:58,046[A ]| To all that Heav'n possess'd. 151:58,047[A ]| But could it all be heare acquir'd, 151:58,048[A ]| Not heaven it selfe would be desir'd. 151:59,000[' ]| 151:59,000[' ]| 151:59,001[A ]| O! my Lucasia, let us speak our Love, 151:59,002[A ]| And think not that impertinent can be, 151:59,003[A ]| Which to us both does such assurance prove, 151:59,004[A ]| And whence we find how justly we agree. 151:59,005[A ]| Before we knew the treasures of our Love, 151:59,006[A ]| Our noble ayms our joys did entertain; 151:59,007[A ]| And shall enjoyment nothing them improve? 151:59,008[A ]| 'Twere best for us then to begin again! 151:59,009[A ]| Now we have gain'd, we must not stop, and sleep 151:59,010[A ]| Out all the rest of Our mysterious reign: 151:59,011[A ]| It is as hard and glorious to keep 151:59,012[A ]| A Victory, as it was to obtein. 151:59,013[A ]| Nay, to what end did we first barter minds, 151:59,014[A ]| Onely to know and to neglect the claims? 151:59,015[A ]| Or (like some wanton) our pride pleasure finds 151:59,016[A ]| To throw away the thing at which we aym. 151:59,017[A ]| If this be all our friendship does design, 151:59,018[A ]| We covet not enjoyment then, but power: 151:59,019[A ]| To our Opinion we our bliss confine, 151:59,020[A ]| And love to have, but not to smell, the flower. 151:59,021[A ]| Ah! no, let misers bury thus their gold, 151:59,022[A ]| Who though they starve, no farthing will produce: 151:59,023[A ]| But we lov'd to enjoy and to behold, 151:59,024[A ]| And sure we cannot spend our stock by use. 151:59,025[A ]| Think not 'tis needless to repeat desires; 151:59,026[A ]| The fervent Turtles always court and bill, 151:59,027[A ]| And yet their spotless passion never tires, 151:59,028[A ]| But does increase by repetition still. 151:59,029[A ]| Although we know we love, yet while our soule 151:59,030[A ]| Is thus imprison'd by the flesh we wear, 151:59,031[A ]| There's no way left that bondage to controule, 151:59,032[A ]| But to convey transactions through the Eare. 151:59,033[A ]| Nay, though we read our passions in the Ey, 151:59,034[A ]| It will obleige and please to tell them too: 151:59,035[A ]| Such joys as these by motion multiply, 151:59,036[A ]| Were't but to find that our souls told us true. 151:59,037[A ]| Beleive not then, that being now secure 151:59,038[A ]| Of either's heart, we have no more to doe: 151:59,039[A ]| The Sphaeres themselves by motion do endure, 151:59,040[A ]| And they move on by Circulation too. 151:59,041[A ]| And as a River, when it once has pay'd 151:59,042[A ]| The tribute which it to the Ocean ow's, 151:59,043[A ]| Stops not, but turns, and having curl'd and play'd 151:59,044[A ]| On its own waves, the shore it overflows: 151:59,045[A ]| So the Soul's motion does not end in bliss, 151:59,046[A ]| But on her self she scatters and dilates, 151:59,047[A ]| And on the Object doubles, till by this 151:59,048[A ]| She finds new joys, which that reflux creates. 151:59,049[A ]| But then because it cannot all contein, 151:59,050[A ]| It seeks a vent by telling the glad news, 151:59,051[A ]| First to the heart which did its joys obtein, 151:59,052[A ]| Then to the heart which did those joys produce. 151:59,053[A ]| When my Soul then does such excursions make, 151:59,054[A ]| (Unless thy soul delight to meet it too) 151:59,055[A ]| What satisfaction can it give or take, 151:59,056[A ]| Thou being absent at the interview? 151:59,057[A ]| 'Tis not distrust; for were that plea allow'd, 151:59,058[A ]| Letters and visits all would useless grow: 151:59,059[A ]| Love's whole expression then would be its Cloud, 151:59,060[A ]| And it would be refind to nothing soe. 151:59,061[A ]| If I distrust, 'tis my own worth for thee, 151:59,062[A ]| 'Tis my own fitness of a love like thine; 151:59,063[A ]| And therefore still new evidence would see, 151:59,064[A ]| T'assure my wonder that thou canst be mine. 151:59,065[A ]| But as the morning Sun to drooping flowers, 151:59,066[A ]| As weary Travellers a shade doe find, 151:59,067[A ]| As to the parched Violett Evening showers; 151:59,068[A ]| Such is to me from thee a look that's kind. 151:59,069[A ]| But when that look is dress'd in words, 'tis like 151:59,070[A ]| The mystique power of musick's Unison; 151:59,071[A ]| Which when the finger does one Violl strike, 151:59,072[A ]| The other's string heaves to reflection. 151:59,073[A ]| Be kind to me, and just then to our love, 151:59,074[A ]| To which we ow our free and deare converse; 151:59,075[A ]| And let not tract of time wear or remove 151:59,076[A ]| It from the priviledge of that commerce. 151:59,077[A ]| Tyrants doe banish what they can't requite: 151:59,078[A ]| But let us never know such meane desires; 151:59,079[A ]| But to be gratefull to that love delight 151:59,080[A ]| Which all our joys and noble thoughts inspires. 151:60,000[' ]| 151:60,001[A ]| A chosen privacy, a cheap content, 151:60,002[A ]| And all the peace which friendship ever lent, 151:60,003[A ]| A rock which civill nature made a seat, 151:60,004[A ]| A willow that repulses all the heat, 151:60,005[A ]| The beauteous quiet of a Summer's day, 151:60,006[A ]| A brook which sobb'd aloud and ran away, 151:60,007[A ]| Envited my repose; and then conspir'd 151:60,008[A ]| To entertain my fancy thus retir'd. 151:60,009[A ]| As Lucian's Ferry=man aloft did view 151:60,010[A ]| The angry world, and then laught at it too: 151:60,011[A ]| So all its sullen follys seem'd to me 151:60,012[A ]| But as a too well acted Tragedy. 151:60,013[A ]| One dangerous ambition does befoole, 151:60,014[A ]| Another envy to see that man rule: 151:60,015[A ]| One makes his Love the parent of his rage, 151:60,016[A ]| For private friendship publiquely t'engage: 151:60,017[A ]| And some for Conscience, some for Honour dy; 151:60,018[A ]| And some are meanely kill'd, they know not why. 151:60,019[A ]| More different then men's faces are their ends, 151:60,020[A ]| Whom yet one common ruine can make friends: 151:60,021[A ]| Death, dust and darkness they have onely wonne, 151:60,022[A ]| And hastily unto their periods run. 151:60,023[A ]| Death is a Leveller; beauty, and kings, 151:60,024[A ]| And conquerours, and all those glorious things, 151:60,025[A ]| Are tumbled to their graves in one rude heap, 151:60,026[A ]| Like common dust, as quiet and as cheap! 151:60,027[A ]| At greater changes who would wonder then, 151:60,028[A ]| Since Kingdoms have their fates as well as men? 151:60,029[A ]| They must fall sick and dy; nothing can be 151:60,030[A ]| In this world certain, but uncertainty. 151:60,031[A ]| Since pow'r and greatness are such slippery things, 151:60,032[A ]| Who'd pitty cottages, or envy Kings? 151:60,033[A ]| Now least of all, when, weary of deceit, 151:60,034[A ]| The world no longer flatters with the great. 151:60,035[A ]| Though such confusions Here below we find, 151:60,036[A ]| As Providence were wanton with Mankind: 151:60,037[A ]| Yet in this chaos some things doe send forth, 151:60,038[A ]| Like Jewells in the dark, a native worth. 151:60,039[A ]| He that derives his high nobillity 151:60,040[A ]| Not from the mention of a Pedegree; 151:60,041[A ]| Who thinks it not his praise that others know 151:60,042[A ]| His Ancestors were gallant long ago; 151:60,043[A ]| Who scorns to boast the glorys of his blood, 151:60,044[A ]| And thinks he can't be great that is not good; 151:60,045[A ]| Who knows the world, and what we pleasure call, 151:60,046[A ]| Yet cannot sell one conscience for them all; 151:60,047[A ]| Who hates to hoard that gold with an excuse, 151:60,048[A ]| For which he can find out a nobler use; 151:60,049[A ]| Who dares not keep that life that he can spend, 151:60,050[A ]| To serve his god, his countrey, and his friend; 151:60,051[A ]| Treachery and Flattery doth so much hate, 151:60,052[A ]| He would not buy ten lives at such a rate; 151:60,053[A ]| Whose soule, then Diamonds more rich and cleare, 151:60,054[A ]| Native and open as his face doth weare; 151:60,055[A ]| Who dares be good alone in such a time, 151:60,056[A ]| When vertue's held and punish'd as a crime; 151:60,057[A ]| Who thinks dark crooked plots a meane defence, 151:60,058[A ]| And is both safe and wise in inocence; 151:60,059[A ]| Who dares both fight and dy, but dares not feare; 151:60,060[A ]| Whose only doubt is, if his cause be cleare; 151:60,061[A ]| Whose courage and his justice equall=worn, 151:60,062[A ]| Can dangers grapple, overcome and scorn, 151:60,063[A ]| Yet not insult upon a fallen Foe, 151:60,064[A ]| But can forgive him and obleige him too; 151:60,065[A ]| Whose Friendship is congeniall with his Soule, 151:60,066[A ]| Who where he gives a heart bestows it whole; 151:60,067[A ]| Whose other tys and titles here doe end, 151:60,068[A ]| Or buryed or compleated in the Friend; 151:60,069[A ]| Who ne're resumes the Soule he once did give, 151:60,070[A ]| While his friend's constancy and honour live; 151:60,071[A ]| And if his friend's content could cost that price, 151:60,072[A ]| Would count himself a happy sacrifise; 151:60,073[A ]| Whose happy days no pride infects, nor can 151:60,074[A ]| His other titles make him slight the man; 151:60,075[A ]| No dark ambitious thoughts doe cloud his brow, 151:60,076[A ]| Nor restless cares when to be great, or how; 151:60,077[A ]| Who scorns to envy trash where e're it be, 151:60,078[A ]| But pittys such a Golden slavery; 151:60,079[A ]| With no meane fawnings can the people court, 151:60,080[A ]| Nor wholly slights a popular report; 151:60,081[A ]| Whose house no Orphan = grones doe shake or blast, 151:60,082[A ]| Nor any ryot helpe to serve his tast; 151:60,083[A ]| Who from the top of his prosperities 151:60,084[A ]| Can take a fall, and yet without surprize; 151:60,085[A ]| Who with the same august and even state 151:60,086[A ]| Can entertaine the best and worst of fate; 151:60,087[A ]| Whose suffering's sweet, if honour once adorne it, 151:60,088[A ]| And slights revenge, not that he reares, but scornes it; 151:60,089[A ]| Whose happynesse in every fortune lives, 151:60,090[A ]| For that no fortune either takes or gives; 151:60,091[A ]| Who no unhandsome wayes can bribe his fate, 151:60,092[A ]| Nay, out of prison marches through the gate; 151:60,093[A ]| Who loosing all his titles and his pelfe, 151:60,094[A ]| Nay, all the world, can never loose himselfe; 151:60,095[A ]| This person shines indeed, and he that can 151:60,096[A ]| Be vertuous is the great immortall man. 151:61,000[' ]| 151:61,001[A ]| How sacred and how innocent 151:61,002[A ]| A countrey life appeares, 151:61,003[A ]| How free from tumult, discontent, 151:61,004[A ]| From flatterye and feares. 151:61,005[A ]| That was the first and happiest life, 151:61,006[A ]| When man enjoy'd himselfe; 151:61,007[A ]| Till pride exchanged peace for strife, 151:61,008[A ]| And happinesse for pelfe. 151:61,009[A ]| 'Twas here the poets were inspired, 151:61,010[A ]| And sang their mysteries, 151:61,011[A ]| And while the list'ning world admired, 151:61,012[A ]| Men's minds did civilize. 151:61,013[A ]| That golden age did entertaine 151:61,014[A ]| No passion but of love; 151:61,015[A ]| The thoughts of ruling or of gaine 151:61,016[A ]| Did ne're their fancyes move. 151:61,017[A ]| None then did envy neighbour's wealth, 151:61,018[A ]| Nor plott to wrong his bed: 151:61,019[A ]| Happy in friendship and in health, 151:61,020[A ]| On rootes, not beasts, they fed. 151:61,021[A ]| They knew no law nor phisique then, 151:61,022[A ]| Nature was all their witt; 151:61,023[A ]| And if there yet remaine to men 151:61,024[A ]| Content, sure this is it. 151:61,025[A ]| What blessing doth this world afford 151:61,026[A ]| To tempt or bribe desire? 151:61,027[A ]| Her courtship is all fire and sword, 151:61,028[A ]| Who would not then retire? 151:61,029[A ]| Then wellcome dearest solitude, 151:61,030[A ]| My great felicity; 151:61,031[A ]| Though some are pleas'd to call thee rude, 151:61,032[A ]| Thou art not so, but we, 151:61,033[A ]| Such as do covett only rest, 151:61,034[A ]| A cottage will suffice: 151:61,035[A ]| It is not brave to be possest 151:61,036[A ]| Of Earth, but to despise. 151:61,037[A ]| Opinion is the rate of things, 151:61,038[A ]| From hence our peace doth flow; 151:61,039[A ]| I have a better fate then Kings, 151:61,040[A ]| Because I thinke it so. 151:61,041[A ]| When all the stormy world doth roare, 151:61,042[A ]| How unconcern'd am I? 151:61,043[A ]| I can not feare to tumble lower 151:61,044[A ]| That never would be high. 151:61,045[A ]| Secure in these unenvyed walls 151:61,046[A ]| I think not on the state, 151:61,047[A ]| And pitty no man's case that falls 151:61,048[A ]| From his ambition's height. 151:61,049[A ]| Silence and Innocence are safe; 151:61,050[A ]| A heart that's nobly true 151:61,051[A ]| At all these little arts can laugh 151:61,052[A ]| That do the world subdue. 151:61,053[A ]| While others revell it in state, 151:61,054[A ]| Here I'le contented sit, 151:61,055[A ]| And thinke I have as good a fate 151:61,056[A ]| As wealth or pompe admitt. 151:61,057[A ]| Let some in Courtship take delight, 151:61,058[A ]| And to th'exchange resort; 151:61,059[A ]| There revell out a winter's night, 151:61,060[A ]| Not making love, but sport. 151:61,061[A ]| These never knew a noble flame, 151:61,062[A ]| 'Tis lust, scorne, or designs: 151:61,063[A ]| While Vanity playes all their game, 151:61,064[A ]| Let peace and honour mine. 151:61,065[A ]| When the inviting spring appeares, 151:61,066[A ]| To Hide parke let them go, 151:61,067[A ]| And hasting thence be full of feares 151:61,068[A ]| To loose Spring garden show. 151:61,069[A ]| Let others (nobler) seeke to gaine 151:61,070[A ]| In knowledge happy fate, 151:61,071[A ]| And others busy them in vaine 151:61,072[A ]| To study wayes of state. 151:61,073[A ]| But I, resolved from within, 151:61,074[A ]| Confirmed from without, 151:61,075[A ]| In privacie intend to spin 151:61,076[A ]| My future minuts out. 151:61,077[A ]| I from this hermitage of mine 151:61,078[A ]| Do banish all wild toyes, 151:61,079[A ]| And nothing that is not divine 151:61,080[A ]| Shall dare to tempt my joyes. 151:61,081[A ]| There are below but two things good, 151:61,082[A ]| Friendship and honestie, 151:61,083[A ]| And only these of all I would 151:61,084[A ]| Aske for felicitie. 151:61,085[A ]| In this retir'd integritie, 151:61,086[A ]| Free from both warre and noise, 151:61,087[A ]| I live not by necessitie, 151:61,088[A ]| But wholly by my choice. 151:62,000[' ]| 151:62,001[A ]| Dry up your teares, there's ennow shed by you, 151:62,002[A ]| And we must pay our shares of sorrow too. 151:62,003[A ]| It is no private losse: when such men fall 151:62,004[A ]| The world's concern'd, and grief is generall. 151:62,005[A ]| But though of our misfortune we complain, 151:62,006[A ]| To him it is injurious and Vaine. 151:62,007[A ]| For since we know his rich integrity, 151:62,008[A ]| His reall sweetness, and full harmony; 151:62,009[A ]| How free his heart and house were to his friends, 151:62,010[A ]| Whom he obileg'd without design or ends; 151:62,011[A ]| How universall was his courtesy, 151:62,012[A ]| How cleare a Soule, how even, and how high; 151:62,013[A ]| How much he scorn'd disguise and meaner arts, 151:62,014[A ]| But with a native honour conquer'd hearts; 151:62,015[A ]| We must conclude he was a treasure lent, 151:62,016[A ]| Soon weary of this sordid tenement. 151:62,017[A ]| The age and World deserv'd him not, and he 151:62,018[A ]| Was kindly snatch'd from future misery. 151:62,019[A ]| We can scarce say hee's dead, but gon to rest, 151:62,020[A ]| And left a Monument in every Brest. 151:62,021[A ]| For you to grieve then in this sad excess, 151:62,022[A ]| Is not to speak your Love, but make it less. 151:62,023[A ]| A noble soule no friendship will admit, 151:62,024[A ]| But what's eternall and divine as it. 151:62,025[A ]| The soule at first is hid in flesh we know, 151:62,026[A ]| And all it's weaknesses must undergo, 151:62,027[A ]| Till by degrees it does shine forth at length, 151:62,028[A ]| And gathers Beauty, Purity, and Strength: 151:62,029[A ]| But never doth this rich immortall Ray 151:62,030[A ]| Put on full splendour till it put off clay. 151:62,031[A ]| So infant love is in the worthyest brest 151:62,032[A ]| By sence and passion fetter'd and opprest; 151:62,033[A ]| But by degrees it grows still more refind, 151:62,034[A ]| And scorning cloggs, onely concerns the mind. 151:62,035[A ]| Now as the Soule you lov'd here is set free 151:62,036[A ]| From its materiall grosse captivity; 151:62,037[A ]| Your Love should follow him, now he is gone, 151:62,038[A ]| And quitting passion put perfection on. 151:62,039[A ]| Such love as this will its own good deny, 151:62,040[A ]| If its deare object have felicity; 151:62,041[A ]| And since we cannot his great losse reprieve, 151:62,042[A ]| Let's not loose you in whom he still does live: 151:62,043[A ]| For while you are by grief secluded thus, 151:62,044[A ]| It doth appeare your funerall to us. 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,001[A ]| As when the ancient world by reason Liv'd, 151:63,002[A ]| The Asian Monarchs' deaths were never griev'd; 151:63,003[A ]| Their glorious Lives made all their subjects call 151:63,004[A ]| Their rites a Triumph, not a Funerall: 151:63,005[A ]| So still the good are Princes, and their fate 151:63,006[A ]| Envites us not to weep, but imitate. 151:63,007[A ]| Nature intends a progress, and each stage 151:63,008[A ]| Whereby weak man creeps to succeeding age, 151:63,009[A ]| Ripens him for that change to which hee's made, 151:63,010[A ]| Where th'active Soule is in her centre layd. 151:63,011[A ]| And since none stript of infancy complaine, 151:63,012[A ]| 'Cause 'tis both their necessity and gaine: 151:63,013[A ]| So age and death by slow approaches come, 151:63,014[A ]| But by that just inevitable doome 151:63,015[A ]| By which the soule, her drossy clog once gone, 151:63,016[A ]| Puts on perfection, and resumes her own. 151:63,017[A ]| Since then we mourn a happy soule, O! why 151:63,018[A ]| Disturb we her with erring piety? 151:63,019[A ]| Who's so ennamour'd on the beauteous ground, 151:63,020[A ]| When with the Autumn's Livery hung round, 151:63,021[A ]| As to deny a sickle to his graine, 151:63,022[A ]| And not undress the teeming Earth again? 151:63,023[A ]| Fruits grow for use, mankind is born to dy; 151:63,024[A ]| And both fates have the same necessity. 151:63,025[A ]| Then grieve no more, sad relatives, but learn; 151:63,026[A ]| Sigh not, but proffit by your just concerne. 151:63,027[A ]| Read over her Live's volume: wise and good, 151:63,028[A ]| Not 'cause she must be so, but 'cause she would. 151:63,029[A ]| To chosen vertue still a constant Friend, 151:63,030[A ]| She saw the times which chang'd, but did not mend; 151:63,031[A ]| And as some are so civill to the sun, 151:63,032[A ]| They'd fix his beams, and make the Earth to run: 151:63,033[A ]| So she unmov'd beheld the angry Fate 151:63,034[A ]| Which tore a church, and overthrew a State: 151:63,035[A ]| Still durst be good, and own that noble truth 151:63,036[A ]| To crown her age, which had adorn'd her youth. 151:63,037[A ]| Great without pride! a soule which still could be 151:63,038[A ]| Humble and high, full of calme Majesty. 151:63,039[A ]| She kept true 'State within, and could not buy 151:63,040[A ]| Her satisfaction with her charity. 151:63,041[A ]| Fortunes or birth ne're rais'd her mind, which stood, 151:63,042[A ]| Not on her being rich, but doing good: 151:63,043[A ]| Obleig'd the world, but yet would scorn to be 151:63,044[A ]| Pay'd with requitalls, thanks or Vanity. 151:63,045[A ]| How oft did she what all the wise adore, 151:63,046[A ]| Make the poore happy with her usefull store? 151:63,047[A ]| So generall was her bounty that she gave 151:63,048[A ]| Equallity to all before the Grave; 151:63,049[A ]| By severall meanes she different persons ty'd, 151:63,050[A ]| Who by her goodness onely were ally'd. 151:63,051[A ]| Her vertue was her temper, not her Fit; 151:63,052[A ]| Fear'd nothing but the crimes which some commit; 151:63,053[A ]| Scorn'd those dark arts which pass for wisedom now, 151:63,054[A ]| Nor to a meane ignoble thing could bow. 151:63,055[A ]| And her vast prudence had no other end, 151:63,056[A ]| But to forgive a foe, endeare a friend: 151:63,057[A ]| To use but slight the world, and fix'd above, 151:63,058[A ]| Shine down in beams of Piety and Love. 151:63,059[A ]| Why should we then by poore unjust complaint 151:63,060[A ]| Prove envious sinners cause she is a Saint? 151:63,061[A ]| Close then the Monument! and not a Teare 151:63,062[A ]| That may prophane her Ashes now appeare: 151:63,063[A ]| For her best obsequys are that we be 151:63,064[A ]| Prudent and good, noble and sweet, as She. 151:64,000[' ]| 151:64,001[A ]| Love, nature s plot, this great Creation's soule, 151:64,002[A ]| The being and the Harmony of things, 151:64,003[A ]| Doth still preserve and propagate the whole, 151:64,004[A ]| From whence man's happiness and safety springs: 151:64,005[A ]| The early'st, whitest, blessed'st times did draw 151:64,006[A ]| From her alone their Universall Law. 151:64,007[A ]| Friendship is abstract of this noble flame, 151:64,008[A ]| 'Tis love refin'd and purg'd from all its drosse, 151:64,009[A ]| The next to Angells Love, if not the same, 151:64,010[A ]| Stronger then passion is, though not so grosse: 151:64,011[A ]| It antedates a glad Eternity, 151:64,012[A ]| And is a heaven in Epitomy. 151:64,013[A ]| Nobler then kindred or then mariage band, 151:64,014[A ]| Because more free; wedlock felicity 151:64,015[A ]| It self doth only by this Union stand, 151:64,016[A ]| And turns to friendship or to misery. 151:64,017[A ]| Force or design matches to passe may bring, 151:64,018[A ]| But Friendship doth from love and honour spring. 151:64,019[A ]| If no soules no sexes have, for men 't'exlude 151:64,020[A ]| Women from friendship's vast capacity, 151:64,021[A ]| Is a design injurious and rude, 151:64,022[A ]| Onely maintain'd by partiall tyranny. 151:64,023[A ]| Love is allow'd to us, and Innocence, 151:64,024[A ]| And noblest friendships doe proceed from thence. 151:64,025[A ]| The chiefest thing in Friends is Sympathy: 151:64,026[A ]| There is a secret fate do's friendship guide, 151:64,027[A ]| Which made two souls before they know agree, 151:64,028[A ]| Who by a thousand mixtures are ally'd, 151:64,029[A ]| And chang'd and lost, so that it is not known 151:64,030[A ]| Within which Brest doth now reside their own. 151:64,031[A ]| Essentiall honour must be in a Friend, 151:64,032[A ]| Not such as every breath fanns to and fro; 151:64,033[A ]| But born Within, is its own judge and end, 151:64,034[A ]| And dares not sin though sure that none should know. 151:64,035[A ]| Where Friendship's spake, honesty's understood; 151:64,036[A ]| For none can be a friend that is not good. 151:64,037[A ]| Friendship doth carry more then common trust 151:64,038[A ]| And treachery is here the greatest Sin: 151:64,039[A ]| Secrets deposed then none ever must 151:64,040[A ]| Presume to open, but who put them in. 151:64,041[A ]| They that in one Chest lay up all their stock, 151:64,042[A ]| Had need be sure that none can pick the lock. 151:64,043[A ]| A Brest too open a friendship does not love, 151:64,044[A ]| For that the other's trust will not conceale; 151:64,045[A ]| Nor one too much reserv'd can it approve, 151:64,046[A ]| Its own condition this will not reveale. 151:64,047[A ]| We empty passions for a double end, 151:64,048[A ]| To be refresh'd and Guarded by a friend. 151:64,049[A ]| Wisedome and knowledge friendship do's require, 151:64,050[A ]| The first for counsell, this for Company; 151:64,051[A ]| And though not mainely, yet we may desire 151:64,052[A ]| Both Complaisance and ingenuity. 151:64,053[A ]| Though every thing may love, yet 'tis a rule, 151:64,054[A ]| He cannot be a friend that is a foole. 151:64,055[A ]| Discretion uses parts, and best knows how; 151:64,056[A ]| And patience will all qualitys commend: 151:64,057[A ]| That serves a need best, but this will allow 151:64,058[A ]| The weaknesses and passions of a Friend. 151:64,059[A ]| We are not yet come to the Quire above: 151:64,060[A ]| Who cannot pardon here, can never love. 151:64,061[A ]| Thick waters shew no images of things; 151:64,062[A ]| Friends are each other's Mirrours, and should be 151:64,063[A ]| Clearer than Crystall or the Mountaine-springs, 151:64,064[A ]| And free from clouds, design or flattery. 151:64,065[A ]| For vulgar soules no part of friendship share: 151:64,066[A ]| Poets and friends are born to what they are. 151:64,067[A ]| Friends should observe and chide each other's fault, 151:64,068[A ]| To be severe then is most just and kind; 151:64,069[A ]| Nothing can 'scape their search who know the thought: 151:64,070[A ]| This they should give and take with equall mind. 151:64,071[A ]| For friendship, when this freedom is deny'd, 151:64,072[A ]| Is like a Painter when his hands are ty'd. 151:64,073[A ]| A friend should find out each necessity, 151:64,074[A ]| And then unask'd relieve't at any rate: 151:64,075[A ]| It is not friendship, but formallity, 151:64,076[A ]| To be desir'd; for kindness keeps no state. 151:64,077[A ]| Of friends he doth the benefactour prove, 151:64,078[A ]| That gives his friend a meanes t'express his Love. 151:64,079[A ]| Absence doth not from Friendship's rites excuse: 151:64,080[A ]| They who preserve each other's heart and fame, 151:64,081[A ]| Parting can ne're divide; it may diffuse, 151:64,082[A ]| (As liquors, which asunder are the same). 151:64,083[A ]| Though presence help'd them at the first to greet, 151:64,084[A ]| Their soules know now without those aids to meet. 151:64,085[A ]| Constant and solid, whom no storms can shake, 151:64,086[A ]| Nor death unfix, a right friend ought to be; 151:64,087[A ]| And if condemned to survive, doth make 151:64,088[A ]| No second choice, but Grief and memory. 151:64,089[A ]| But friendship's best fate is, when it can spend 151:64,090[A ]| A life, A fortune, all to Serve a Friend. 151:65,000[' ]| 151:65,001[A ]| Order, by which all things were made, 151:65,002[A ]| And this great world's foundation laid, 151:65,003[A ]| Is nothing else but Harmony, 151:65,004[A ]| Where different parts are brought t'agree. 151:65,005[A ]| As Empires are still best maintain'd 151:65,006[A ]| Those ways which first their greatnes gain'd: 151:65,007[A ]| So in this Universall frame 151:65,008[A ]| What made and keeps it is the same. 151:65,009[A ]| Thus all things unto peace do tend; 151:65,010[A ]| Even discords have it for their end. 151:65,011[A ]| The cause why Elements do fight, 151:65,012[A ]| Is but their instinct to Unite. 151:65,013[A ]| Musique could never please the sence 151:65,014[A ]| But by united excellence: 151:65,015[A ]| The sweetest note which numbers know, 151:65,016[A ]| If onely struck, would tedious grow. 151:65,017[A ]| Man, the whole world's epitomy, 151:65,018[A ]| Is by creation harmony. 151:65,019[A ]| 'Twas sin first quarrell'd in his brest, 151:65,020[A ]| Then made him angry with the rest. 151:65,021[A ]| But goodness keeps that Unity, 151:65,022[A ]| And Loves its own society 151:65,023[A ]| So well, that seldome is it known 151:65,024[A ]| The reall worth to dwell alone. 151:65,025[A ]| And hence it is we friendship call 151:65,026[A ]| Not by one vertue's name, but all. 151:65,027[A ]| Nor is it when bad things agree 151:65,028[A ]| Thought, Union, but Conspiracy. 151:65,029[A ]| Nature and Grace, such enemys 151:65,030[A ]| That when one fell, t'other did rise, 151:65,031[A ]| Are now by mercy even set, 151:65,032[A ]| As Stars in constellations mett. 151:65,033[A ]| If nature were it self a sin, 151:65,034[A ]| Her author (God) had guilty been; 151:65,035[A ]| But man by sin contracting stain, 151:65,036[A ]| Shall (purg'd from that) be cleare again. 151:65,037[A ]| To prove that nature's excellent 151:65,038[A ]| Ev'n sin its self is argument: 151:65,039[A ]| Therefore we nature's stain deplore, 151:65,040[A ]| Because it self was pure before. 151:65,041[A ]| And Grace destroys not, but refines, 151:65,042[A ]| Unvailes the reason, then it shines; 151:65,043[A ]| Restores what was deprest by sin, 151:65,044[A ]| The fainting beame of God within. 151:65,045[A ]| The maine-spring (Judgement) rectify'd, 151:65,046[A ]| Will all the Lesser motions guide, 151:65,047[A ]| To spend our Labour, Love and care, 151:65,048[A ]| Not as things seem, but as they are. 151:65,049[A ]| Tis fancy Lost, wit thrown away, 151:65,050[A ]| In triffles to employ that Ray, 151:65,051[A ]| Which then doth in full Lustre shine 151:65,052[A ]| When both ingenious and Divine. 151:65,053[A ]| To eys by humours vitiated 151:65,054[A ]| All things seem falsely coloured: 151:65,055[A ]| So 'tis our prejudiciall thought 151:65,056[A ]| That makes cleare objects seem in fault. 151:65,057[A ]| They scarce believe United good, 151:65,058[A ]| By whom 'twas never understood: 151:65,059[A ]| They think one Grace enough for one, 151:65,060[A ]| And 'tis because themselves have none. 151:65,061[A ]| We hunt extreams, and run so fast, 151:65,062[A ]| We can no steady judgement cast: 151:65,063[A ]| He best surveys the circuit round, 151:65,064[A ]| Who stands i'th' middle of the Ground. 151:65,065[A ]| That happy meane would let us see 151:65,066[A ]| Knowledge and meekness may agree; 151:65,067[A ]| And find, when each thing hath its name, 151:65,068[A ]| Passion and Zeale are not the same. 151:65,069[A ]| Who studys God doth upward fly, 151:65,070[A ]| And heights still lessen to our ey; 151:65,071[A ]| And he that knows himself will see 151:65,072[A ]| Vast cause for his humility. 151:65,073[A ]| For by that search it will be known 151:65,074[A ]| There's nothing but our Will our own: 151:65,075[A ]| And who doth that stock so employ, 151:65,076[A ]| But finds more cause for shame then joy. 151:65,077[A ]| We know so little and so dark, 151:65,078[A ]| And so extinguish our own spark, 151:65,079[A ]| That he who farthest here can go, 151:65,080[A ]| Knows nothing as he ought to know. 151:65,081[A ]| It will with the most learned suit 151:65,082[A ]| More to enquire then to dispute: 151:65,083[A ]| But vapours swell within a cloud, 151:65,084[A ]| And ignorance 'tis makes us proud. 151:65,085[A ]| So whom their own vain heart belys, 151:65,086[A ]| Like inflammations quickly rise: 151:65,087[A ]| But the soule that's truly Great 151:65,088[A ]| Is lowest in its own conceit. 151:65,089[A ]| Yet whilest we hug our own mistake, 151:65,090[A ]| We censures, but not judgements, make; 151:65,091[A ]| And thence it is we cannot see 151:65,092[A ]| Obedience stand with Liberty. 151:65,093[A ]| Providence still keeps even state; 151:65,094[A ]| But he can best command his Fate, 151:65,095[A ]| Whose art, by adding his own voice, 151:65,096[A ]| Makes his Necessity his choice. 151:65,097[A ]| Rightly to rule one's self must be 151:65,098[A ]| The hardest, largest monarchy: 151:65,099[A ]| Whose passions are his masters grown, 151:65,100[A ]| Will be a Captive in a Throne. 151:65,101[A ]| He most the inward freedom gains, 151:65,102[A ]| Who just submissions entertains: 151:65,103[A ]| For while in that his Reason sways, 151:65,104[A ]| It is himself that he obeys. 151:65,105[A ]| But onely in Eternity 151:65,106[A ]| We can these beauteous Unions see: 151:65,107[A ]| For heaven it self and Glory is 151:65,108[A ]| But one harmonious constant blisse. 151:66,000[' ]| 151:66,001[A ]| Be kind, my deare Rosania, though 'tis true 151:66,002[A ]| Thy friendship will become thy penance too; 151:66,003[A ]| Though there be nothing can reward the paine, 151:66,004[A ]| Nothing to satisfy or entertain; 151:66,005[A ]| Though all be empty, wild, and like to me, 151:66,006[A ]| Who make new troubles in my company: 151:66,007[A ]| Yet is the action more obleiging-great; 151:66,008[A ]| 'Tis hardship onely makes desert compleat. 151:66,009[A ]| But yet, to prove mixtures all things compound, 151:66,010[A ]| There may in this be some advantage found; 151:66,011[A ]| For a retirement from the noise of Towns, 151:66,012[A ]| Is that for whieh some Kings have left their Crowns: 151:66,013[A ]| And Conquerours, whose Laurells prest their Brow, 151:66,014[A ]| Have chang'd it for the quiet Mirtle bough. 151:66,015[A ]| For titles, honours, and the world's address, 151:66,016[A ]| Are things too cheap to make up happiness; 151:66,017[A ]| The easy tribute of a giddy race, 151:66,018[A ]| And paid less to the person then the place. 151:66,019[A ]| So false reflected and so short content 151:66,020[A ]| Is that which fortune and opinion lent, 151:66,021[A ]| That who most try'd it have of fate complain'd, 151:66,022[A ]| With titles burden'd and to greatness chain'd. 151:66,023[A ]| For they alone enjoy'd what they possesst, 151:66,024[A ]| Who relish'd most and understood it best; 151:66,025[A ]| And yet that understanding made them know 151:66,026[A ]| The empty swift dispatch of all below. 151:66,027[A ]| So that what most can outward things endeare, 151:66,028[A ]| Is the best meanes to make them disappears: 151:66,029[A ]| And ev'n that Tyrant (sence) doth these destroy, 151:66,030[A ]| As more officious to our grief then joy. 151:66,031[A ]| Thus all the glittering world is but a cheat, 151:66,032[A ]| Obtruding on our sence things grosse for great. 151:66,033[A ]| But he that can enquire and undisguise, 151:66,034[A ]| Will soone perceive the sting that hidden ly's: 151:66,035[A ]| And find no joys merit esteem but those 151:66,036[A ]| Whose scene ly's wholly at our own dispose. 151:66,037[A ]| Man, unconcern'd without, himself may be 151:66,038[A ]| His own both prospect and security. 151:66,039[A ]| Kings may be slaves by their own passions hurl'd, 151:66,040[A ]| But who commands himself commands the World. 151:66,041[A ]| A countrey=life assists this study best, 151:66,042[A ]| When no distractions doth the soule arrest: 151:66,043[A ]| There heav'n and earth ly open to our view, 151:66,044[A ]| There we search nature and its authour too; 151:66,045[A ]| Possess'd with freedome and a reall State 151:66,046[A ]| Look down on vice, on vanity, and fate. 151:66,047[A ]| There (my Rosania) will we, mingling souls, 151:66,048[A ]| Pitty the folly which the world controuls; 151:66,049[A ]| And all those Grandeurs which the most do prize 151:66,050[A ]| We either can enjoy, or will despise. 151:67,000[' ]| 151:67,001[A ]| As some choice Plant, cherish'd by sun and aire, 151:67,002[A ]| And ready to requite the Gardener's care, 151:67,003[A ]| Blossoms and flourishes, but then we find 151:67,004[A ]| Is made the triumph of some ruder wind: 151:67,005[A ]| So thy untimely grave did both entomb 151:67,006[A ]| Thy sweetness now, and wonders yet to come. 151:67,007[A ]| Hung full of hopes thou fell'st; a lovely prize, 151:67,008[A ]| Just as thou didst attract all Hearts and eys. 151:67,009[A ]| Thus we might apprehend, for had thy yeares 151:67,010[A ]| Been lengthen'd to have paid those vast arrears 151:67,011[A ]| The world expected, we should then conclude 151:67,012[A ]| The Age of Miracles had been renew'd. 151:67,013[A ]| For thou already had'st with ease found out 151:67,014[A ]| (What others study with such pains and doubt) 151:67,015[A ]| That frame of soule which is content alone, 151:67,016[A ]| And needs no entertainment but its Own. 151:67,017[A ]| Thy even mind, which made thee good and great, 151:67,018[A ]| Was to thee both a shelter and retreat. 151:67,019[A ]| On all the tumults which the world do fill 151:67,020[A ]| Thou wert an unconcern'd spectator still; 151:67,021[A ]| And, were thy duty punctually supply'd, 151:67,022[A ]| Indifferent to all the world beside. 151:67,023[A ]| Thou wert made up within, resolv'd and fixt, 151:67,024[A ]| And couldst not with a base allay be mixt; 151:67,025[A ]| Above the world, couldst equally despise 151:67,026[A ]| Both its Temptations and its injurys; 151:67,027[A ]| Couldst summe up all, and find not worth desire 151:67,028[A ]| Those glittering triffles which the most admire; 151:67,029[A ]| But with a nobler aime, and higher borne, 151:67,030[A ]| Look'd down on Greatness with contempt and scorn. 151:67,031[A ]| Thou hadst no arts that others this might see, 151:67,032[A ]| Nor Lov'dst a Trumpet to thy Piety: 151:67,033[A ]| But silent and retir'd, calme and serene, 151:67,034[A ]| Stol'st to thy blessed Haven hardly seen. 151:67,035[A ]| It were hard to describe thee then, but now 151:67,036[A ]| Thy vast accession harder is to know; 151:67,037[A ]| How full of light, and satisfy'd thou art, 151:67,038[A ]| So early from this treacherous world to part; 151:67,039[A ]| How pleas'd thou art reflections now to make, 151:67,040[A ]| And find thou didst not things below mistake; 151:67,041[A ]| In how abstracted a converse dost live, 151:67,042[A ]| How much thy knowledge is intuitive; 151:67,043[A ]| How great and bright a glory is enjoy'd 151:67,044[A ]| With Angells, and in mysterys employ'd. 151:67,045[A ]| 'Tis sin then to lament thy fate, but we 151:67,046[A ]| Should help thee to a new eternity; 151:67,047[A ]| And by successive imitation strive, 151:67,048[A ]| Till time shall dy, to keep thee still alive; 151:67,049[A ]| And (by thy great example furnish'd) be 151:67,050[A ]| More apt to live then write thy Elegy. 151:68,000[' ]| 151:68,001[A ]| Great Soul of Friendship, whither art thou fled? 151:68,002[A ]| Where dost thou now chuse to repose thy head? 151:68,003[A ]| Or art thou nothing but voice, air and name, 151:68,004[A ]| Found out to put Souls in pursuit of fame? 151:68,005[A ]| Thy flames being thought Immortal, we may doubt 151:68,006[A ]| Whether they e're did burn, that see them out. 151:68,007[A ]| Go, weary'd Soul, find out thy wonted rest 151:68,008[A ]| In the safe Harbour of Orinda's brest; 151:68,009[A ]| There all unknown Adventures thou hast found 151:68,010[A ]| In thy late transmigrations, expound; 151:68,011[A ]| That so Rosania's darkness may be known 151:68,012[A ]| To be her want of Lustre, not thy own. 151:68,013[A ]| Then to the Great Lucasia have recourse, 151:68,014[A ]| There gather up new excellence and force, 151:68,015[A ]| Till by a free unbyass'd clear Commerce, 151:68,016[A ]| Endearments which no Tongue can e're rehearse, 151:68,017[A ]| Lucasia and Orinda shall thee give 151:68,018[A ]| Eternity, and make even Friendship live. 151:68,019[A ]| Hail, Great Lucasia, thou shalt doubly shine: 151:68,020[A ]| What was Rosania's own is now twice thine; 151:68,021[A ]| Thou saw'st Rosania's Chariot and her flight, 151:68,022[A ]| And so the double portion is thy right: 151:68,023[A ]| Though 'twas Rosania's Spirit, be content, 151:68,024[A ]| Since 'twas at first from thy Orinda sent. 151:69,000[' ]| 151:69,000[' ]| 151:69,001[A ]| Subduing Fayre! what will you win 151:69,002[A ]| To use a needless dart? 151:69,003[A ]| Why then so many to take in 151:69,004[A ]| One undefended heart? 151:69,005[A ]| I came expos'd to all your charms, 151:69,006[A ]| And for the first half houre 151:69,007[A ]| I had no will to take up arms, 151:69,008[A ]| And in the next no power. 151:69,009[A ]| How can you choose but win the day? 151:69,010[A ]| Who can resist your siege? 151:69,011[A ]| That in one action knows the way 151:69,012[A ]| To vanquish and oblige? 151:69,013[A ]| Your voice, which can in moving strains 151:69,014[A ]| Teach beauty to the blind, 151:69,015[A ]| Confines me yet in Stronger chains, 151:69,016[A ]| By being soft and kind. 151:69,017[A ]| Whilst you my triviall Fancy sing, 151:69,018[A ]| You it to wit refine, 151:69,019[A ]| As Leather once stamp'd by a King, 151:69,020[A ]| Became a currant coyne. 151:69,021[A ]| By this my verse is sure to gain 151:69,022[A ]| Eternity with Men, 151:69,023[A ]| Which by your voice it may obtein, 151:69,024[A ]| Though never by my Pen. 151:69,025[A ]| But in your favour I would live, 151:69,026[A ]| Rather then by a name, 151:69,027[A ]| And a much greater rate would give 151:69,028[A ]| For happiness then Fame. 151:70,000[' ]| 151:70,001[A ]| 'Tis so; and humbly I my will resign, 151:70,002[A ]| Nor dare dispute with Providence divine. 151:70,003[A ]| In vain, alas! we struggle with our chains, 151:70,004[A ]| But more entangled by the fruitless pains. 151:70,005[A ]| For as i'th'great Creation of this All, 151:70,006[A ]| Nothing by chance could in such order fall; 151:70,007[A ]| And what would single be deform'd contest, 151:70,008[A ]| Grows beauteous in its union with the rest: 151:70,009[A ]| So providence like wisedom we allow, 151:70,010[A ]| (Since what created once does govern now) 151:70,011[A ]| And the same fate that seems to one reverse, 151:70,012[A ]| Is necessary to the Universe. 151:70,013[A ]| All these particular and various things, 151:70,014[A ]| Link'd to their causes by such secret springs, 151:70,015[A ]| Are held so fast, and govern'd with such art, 151:70,016[A ]| That nothing can out of its order start. 151:70,017[A ]| The world's God's watch, where nothing is so small, 151:70,018[A ]| But makes a part of what composes all: 151:70,019[A ]| Could the least pin be lost or else misplac'd, 151:70,020[A ]| The whole would be disordred and defac'd. 151:70,021[A ]| It beats no pulse in vain, but keeps its time, 151:70,022[A ]| And undiscern'd to its own height does climb; 151:70,023[A ]| Strung first, and daily wound up by his hand 151:70,024[A ]| Who can its motions guide and understand. 151:70,025[A ]| No secret cunning then, or multitude, 151:70,026[A ]| Can providence divert, crosse or delude. 151:70,027[A ]| And her just full degrees are hidden things, 151:70,028[A ]| Which harder are to find then births of springs, 151:70,029[A ]| Yet all in various consorts fitly sound, 151:70,030[A ]| And by their discords harmony compound. 151:70,031[A ]| Hence is that Order, Life and Energy, 151:70,032[A ]| Whereby Forms are preserv'd though Matter dy; 151:70,033[A ]| And shifting dress, keep their own Living State: 151:70,034[A ]| So what kills this, does that thing propagate. 151:70,035[A ]| This made that Antique Sage in rapture Cry 151:70,036[A ]| That sure the world had full Eternity. 151:70,037[A ]| But though it self to fate and time submit, 151:70,038[A ]| Hee's above both, who made and governs it; 151:70,039[A ]| And to each creature hath such portion lent, 151:70,040[A ]| As Love and wisedom sees convenient. 151:70,041[A ]| For hee's no Tyrant, nor delights to grieve 151:70,042[A ]| The beings which by him alone can Live. 151:70,043[A ]| Hee's most concern'd, and hath the greatest share 151:70,044[A ]| In man, and therefore takes the greatest care 151:70,045[A ]| To make him happy, who alone can be 151:70,046[A ]| So by Submission and Conformity. 151:70,047[A ]| For why should changes here below surprize, 151:70,048[A ]| When the whole world its revolution trys? 151:70,049[A ]| Where were our springs, our harvests pleasant use, 151:70,050[A ]| Unless Vicissitude did them produce? 151:70,051[A ]| Nay, what can be so wearisome a paine, 151:70,052[A ]| As when no alterations entertain? 151:70,053[A ]| To loose, to suffer, to be sick and dy, 151:70,054[A ]| Arrest us by the same necessity. 151:70,055[A ]| Nor would they trouble us, but that our mind 151:70,056[A ]| Hath its own glorys unto drosse confin'd. 151:70,057[A ]| For outward things remove not from their place, 151:70,058[A ]| Till our soules run to beg their mean embrace; 151:70,059[A ]| Then doting on the choice make it our own, 151:70,060[A ]| By placing triffles in th'opinion's Throne, 151:70,061[A ]| So when they are divorc'd by some new crosse, 151:70,062[A ]| Our soules seem widdow'd by the fatall losse: 151:70,063[A ]| But could we keep our Grandeur and our state, 151:70,064[A ]| Nothing below would seem unfortunate; 151:70,065[A ]| But Grace and reason, which best succours bring, 151:70,066[A ]| Would with advantage mannage every thing; 151:70,067[A ]| And by right judgments would prevent our mone, 151:70,068[A ]| For loosing that which hever was our Own. 151:70,069[A ]| For right Opinion's like a Marble Grott, 151:70,070[A ]| In summer cold, and in the winter hot; 151:70,071[A ]| A principle which in each fortune lives, 151:70,072[A ]| Bestowing Catholique preservatives. 151:70,073[A ]| 'Tis this resolves, there are no losses where 151:70,074[A ]| Vertue and reason are continued there. 151:70,075[A ]| The meanest soule might such a fortune share, 151:70,076[A ]| But no meane soule could thus that fortune beare. 151:70,077[A ]| Thus I compose my thoughts grown insolent, 151:70,078[A ]| As th'Irish Harper doth his Instrument; 151:70,079[A ]| Which if once struck doth murmur and complain, 151:70,080[A ]| But the next touch will silence all again. 151:71,000[' ]| <2. Corinth. 5. 19. v.> 151:71,000[' ]| 151:71,000[' ]| 151:71,000[' ]| <8to Aprilis 1653> 151:71,001[A ]| When God, contracted to humanity, 151:71,002[A ]| Could sigh and suffer, could be sick and dy; 151:71,003[A ]| When all that heap of miracles combin'd 151:71,004[A ]| To form the greatest, which was, save mankind: 151:71,005[A ]| Then God took stand in Christ, studying a way 151:71,006[A ]| How to repaire the ruin'd world's decay. 151:71,007[A ]| His Love, pow'r, wisedome, must some means procure 151:71,008[A ]| His mercy to advance, justice secure: 151:71,009[A ]| And since man was in so much misery hurl'd, 151:71,010[A ]| It cost him more to save, then make the world. 151:71,011[A ]| 0 what a desperate Lump of sins had we, 151:71,012[A ]| When God must plot for our felicity! 151:71,013[A ]| When God must beg us that he may forgive! 151:71,014[A ]| And dy himself before mankind could Live! 151:71,015[A ]| And what still are we, when our king in vain 151:71,016[A ]| Begs his lost Rebells to be friends again! 151:71,017[A ]| What flouds of Love proceed from heaven's smile, 151:71,018[A ]| At once to pardon and to reconcile! 151:71,019[A ]| 0 wretched men! who dare your god confine, 151:71,020[A ]| Like those who separate what he does Joine. 151:71,021[A ]| Go, stop the Rivers with an infant's hand! 151:71,022[A ]| Or count with your Arithmetique the Sand! 151:71,023[A ]| Forbid the Light! the fertile earth perswade 151:71,024[A ]| To shut her bosom from the laborer's spade! 151:71,025[A ]| And yield your God (if these cannot be done) 151:71,026[A ]| As Universall as the Sea or Sun. 151:71,027[A ]| What God hath made he therefore cannot hate, 151:71,028[A ]| For it's one act to Love and to Create: 151:71,029[A ]| And hee's too perfect, full of Majesty, 151:71,030[A ]| To need additions from Our misery. 151:71,031[A ]| He hath a father's, not a tyrant's joy; 151:71,032[A ]| 'Tis equall pow'r to save, as to destroy. 151:71,033[A ]| Did there Ten thousand worlds to ruine fall 151:71,034[A ]| One God would save, one Christ redeem them all. 151:71,035[A ]| Be silenc'd then, you narrow souls; take heed 151:71,036[A ]| Least you restrain the mercy you will need. 151:71,037[A ]| But O my soule, from these be different, 151:71,038[A ]| Imitate thou a nobler president: 151:71,039[A ]| As God with open arms the World does woo, 151:71,040[A ]| Learn thou like him to be enlarged too; 151:71,041[A ]| As he begs thy consent to pardon thee, 151:71,042[A ]| Learn to submit unto thy enemy; 151:71,043[A ]| As he stands ready thee to entertain, 151:71,044[A ]| Be thou as forward to return again; 151:71,045[A ]| As he was Crucify'd for and by thee, 151:71,046[A ]| Crucify thou what caus'd his Agony; 151:71,047[A ]| And like to him be mortify'd to men, 151:71,048[A ]| Dy to the world, as he dy'd for it then. 151:72,000[' ]| 151:72,001[A ]| Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, 151:72,002[A ]| That we should grieve for their too early ends: 151:72,003[A ]| He that surveys the world with serious eys, 151:72,004[A ]| And stripps Her from her grosse and weak disguise, 151:72,005[A ]| Shall find 'tis injury to mourn their fate; 151:72,006[A ]| He only dy's untimely who dy's Late. 151:72,007[A ]| For if 'twere told to children in the womb, 151:72,008[A ]| To what a stage of mischief they must come; 151:72,009[A ]| Could they foresee with how much toile and sweat 151:72,010[A ]| Men court that Guilded nothing, being Great; 151:72,011[A ]| What paines they take not to be what they seem, 151:72,012[A ]| Rating their blisse by others false esteem, 151:72,013[A ]| And sacrifising their content, to be 151:72,014[A ]| Guilty of grave and serious Vanity; 151:72,015[A ]| How each condition hath its proper Thorns, 151:72,016[A ]| And what one man admires, another Scorns; 151:72,017[A ]| How frequently their happiness they misse, 151:72,018[A ]| And so farre from agreeing what it is, 151:72,019[A ]| That the same Person we can hardly find, 151:72,020[A ]| Who is an houre together in a mind; 151:72,021[A ]| Sure they would beg a period of their breath, 151:72,022[A ]| And what we call their birth would count their Death. 151:72,023[A ]| Mankind is mad; for none can live alone, 151:72,024[A ]| Because their joys stand by comparison: 151:72,025[A ]| And yet they quarrell at Society, 151:72,026[A ]| And strive to kill they know not whom, nor why. 151:72,027[A ]| We all live by mistake, delight in Dreames, 151:72,028[A ]| Lost to our selves, and dwelling in extreames; 151:72,029[A ]| Rejecting what we have, though ne're so good, 151:72,030[A ]| And prizing what we never understood. 151:72,031[A ]| Compar'd to our boystrous inconstancy 151:72,032[A ]| Tempests are calme, and discords harmony. 151:72,033[A ]| Hence we reverse the world, and yet doe find 151:72,034[A ]| The God that made can hardly please our mind. 151:72,035[A ]| We live by chance, and slip into Events; 151:72,036[A ]| Have all of Beasts except their Innocence. 151:72,037[A ]| The soule, which no man's pow'r can reach, a thing 151:72,038[A ]| That makes each woman Man, each man a king, 151:72,039[A ]| Doth so much loose, and from its height so fall, 151:72,040[A ]| That some contend to have no Soule at all. 151:72,041[A ]| 'Tis either not observ'd, or at the best 151:72,042[A ]| By passion fought withall, by sin deprest. 151:72,043[A ]| Freedome of will (god's image) is forgot; 151:72,044[A ]| And if we know it, we improve it not. 151:72,045[A ]| Our thoughts, thou nothing can be more our own, 151:72,046[A ]| Are still unguided, verry seldom known. 151:72,047[A ]| Time 'scapes our hands as water in a Sieve, 151:72,048[A ]| We come to dy ere we begin to Live. 151:72,049[A ]| Truth, the most suitable and noble Prize, 151:72,050[A ]| Food of our spirits, yet neglected ly's. 151:72,051[A ]| Errours and shaddows are our choice, and we 151:72,052[A ]| Ow our perdition to our Own decree. 151:72,053[A ]| If we search Truth, we make it more obscure; 151:72,054[A ]| And when it shines, we can't the Light endure. 151:72,055[A ]| For most men who plod on, and eat, and drink, 151:72,056[A ]| Have nothing less their business then to think; 151:72,057[A ]| And those few that enquire, how small a share 151:72,058[A ]| Of Truth they find! how dark their notions are! 151:72,059[A ]| That serious evenness that calmes the Brest, 151:72,060[A ]| And in a Tempest can bestow a rest, 151:72,061[A ]| We either not attempt, or elce decline, 151:72,062[A ]| By every trite snatch'd from our design. 151:72,063[A ]| (Others he must in his deceits involve, 151:72,064[A ]| Who is not true unto his own resolve.) 151:72,065[A ]| We govern not our selves, but loose the reins, 151:72,066[A ]| Courting our bondage to a thousand chains; 151:72,067[A ]| And with as many slaverys content, 151:72,068[A ]| As there are Tyrants ready to Torment, 151:72,069[A ]| We live upon a Rack, extended still 151:72,070[A ]| To one extreme, or both, but always ill. 151:72,071[A ]| For since our fortune is not understood, 151:72,072[A ]| We suffer less from bad then from the good. 151:72,073[A ]| The sting is better drest and longer lasts, 151:72,074[A ]| As surfeits are more dangerous than fasts. 151:72,075[A ]| And to compleat the misery to us, 151:72,076[A ]| We see extreames are still contiguous. 151:72,077[A ]| And as we run so fast from what we hate, 151:72,078[A ]| Like Squibs on ropes, to know no middle state; 151:72,079[A ]| So (outward storms strengthen'd by us) we find 151:72,080[A ]| Our fortune as disordred as our mind. 151:72,081[A ]| But that's excus'd by this, it doth its part; 151:72,082[A ]| A treacherous world befits a treacherous heart. 151:72,083[A ]| All ill's our own; the outward storms we loath 151:72,084[A ]| Receive from us their birth, or sting, or both; 151:72,085[A ]| And that our Vanity be past a doubt, 151:72,086[A ]| 'Tis one new vanity to find it out. 151:72,087[A ]| Happy are they to whom god gives a Grave, 151:72,088[A ]| And from themselves as from his wrath doth save. 151:72,089[A ]| 'Tis good not to be born; but if we must, 151:72,090[A ]| The next good is, soone to return to Dust: 151:72,091[A ]| When th'uncag'd soule, fled to Eternity, 151:72,092[A ]| Shall rest, and live, and sing, and love, and See. 151:72,093[A ]| Here we but crawle and grope, and play and cry; 151:72,094[A ]| Are first our own, then others Enemy: 151:72,095[A ]| But there shall be defac'd both stain and score, 151:72,096[A ]| For time, and Death, and sin shall be no more. 151:73,000[' ]| 151:73,001[A ]| How vaine a thing is man, whose noblest part, 151:73,002[A ]| That soule which through the world doth rome, 151:73,003[A ]| Traverses heav'n, finds out the depths of art, 151:73,004[A ]| Yet is so ignorant at home! 151:73,005[A ]| In every brook or mirrour we can find 151:73,006[A ]| Reflections of our face to be; 151:73,007[A ]| But a true optique to present our mind 151:73,008[A ]| We hardly get, and darkly see. 151:73,009[A ]| Yet in the search after our selves we run, 151:73,010[A ]| Actions and causes we survey; 151:73,011[A ]| And when the weary chase is almost done, 151:73,012[A ]| From our own quest we slip away. 151:73,013[A ]| 'Tis strange and sad, that since we do believe 151:73,014[A ]| We have a Soule must never dy, 151:73,015[A ]| There are so few that can a reason give 151:73,016[A ]| How it obtains that life, or why. 151:73,017[A ]| I wonder not to find those that know most, 151:73,018[A ]| Profess so much their ignorance; 151:73,019[A ]| Since in their own souls greatest wits are lost, 151:73,020[A ]| And of themselves have scarce a Glance. 151:73,021[A ]| But somewhat sure doth here obscurely ly, 151:73,022[A ]| That above drosse would faine advance, 151:73,023[A ]| And pants and catches at Eternity, 151:73,024[A ]| As 'twere its own inheritance. 151:73,025[A ]| A soule self=mov'd, which can dilate, contract, 151:73,026[A ]| Pearces and judges things unseen: 151:73,027[A ]| But this grosse heap of matter cannot act, 151:73,028[A ]| Unless impulsed from within. 151:73,029[A ]| Distance and Quantity, to bodies due, 151:73,030[A ]| The state of souls cannot admit; 151:73,031[A ]| And all the contrarys which nature knew 151:73,032[A ]| Meet there, nor hurt themselves, nor it. 151:73,033[A ]| God never made body so bright and cleane, 151:73,034[A ]| Which good and evill could discern: 151:73,035[A ]| What these words honesty and honour meane, 151:73,036[A ]| The Soule alone knows how to learn. 151:73,037[A ]| And though ('tis true) she is imprison'd here, 151:73,038[A ]| Yet hath she notions of her own, 151:73,039[A ]| Which sence doth onely Jogg, awake, and cleare, 151:73,040[A ]| But cannot at the first make known. 151:73,041[A ]| The soule her own felicity hath laid, 151:73,042[A ]| And independant on the sence, 151:73,043[A ]| Sees the weak terrours which the world invade 151:73,044[A ]| With pitty or with negligence. 151:73,045[A ]| So unconcern'd she lives, so much above 151:73,046[A ]| The rubbish of her clotty Gaole, 151:73,047[A ]| That nothing doth her energy improve 151:73,048[A ]| So much as when those structures faile. 151:73,049[A ]| Shee's then a substance subtill, strong and pure, 151:73,050[A ]| So immateriall and refin'd 151:73,051[A ]| As speaks her from the body's fate secure, 151:73,052[A ]| As wholly of a different kind, 151:73,053[A ]| Religion for reward in vain would look, 151:73,054[A ]| Vertue were doom'd to misery, 151:73,055[A ]| All actions were like bubbles in a brook, 151:73,056[A ]| Were't not for Immortallity. 151:73,057[A ]| And as that Conquerour who millions spent 151:73,058[A ]| Thought it too meane to give a Mite; 151:73,059[A ]| So the world's judge can never be content 151:73,060[A ]| To bestow less then infinite. 151:73,061[A ]| Treason against eternall Majesty 151:73,062[A ]| Must have eternall justice too; 151:73,063[A ]| And since unbounded Love did satisfy, 151:73,064[A ]| He will unbounded mercy show. 151:73,065[A ]| It is our narrow thoughts shortens these things, 151:73,066[A ]| By their companion flesh enclin'd; 151:73,067[A ]| Which, feeling its own weakness, gladly brings 151:73,068[A ]| The same opinion to the mind. 151:73,069[A ]| We stiffle our own Sun, and live in shade; 151:73,070[A ]| But where its beames do once appeare, 151:73,071[A ]| They make that person of himself affraid, 151:73,072[A ]| And to his own acts most severe. 151:73,073[A ]| For ways to sin close, and our brests disguise 151:73,074[A ]| From outward search, we soon may find: 151:73,075[A ]| But who can his own soule bribe or surprise, 151:73,076[A ]| Or sin without a sting behind? 151:73,077[A ]| He that commands himself is more a prince 151:73,078[A ]| Then he who nations keep in aw; 151:73,079[A ]| And those who yield to what their souls convince, 151:73,080[A ]| Shall never need another Law. 151:74,000[' ]| 151:74,001[A ]| Nature courts happiness, although it be 151:74,002[A ]| Unknown as the Athenian Deity. 151:74,003[A ]| It dwells not in man's sence, but he supplys 151:74,004[A ]| That want by growing fond of its disguise. 151:74,005[A ]| The false appearances of joy deceive, 151:74,006[A ]| And seeking her unto her like we cleave; 151:74,007[A ]| For sinking man hath scarce sence left to know 151:74,008[A ]| Whether the Plank he grasps will hold or no; 151:74,009[A ]| While all the business of the world is this: 151:74,010[A ]| To seek that good which by mistake they misse; 151:74,011[A ]| And all the severall passions men expresse 151:74,012[A ]| Are but for pleasure in a diff'rent dresse. 151:74,013[A ]| They hope for happiness in being Great, 151:74,014[A ]| Or rich, or lov'd, then hug their own conceit; 151:74,015[A ]| And those which promise what they never had 151:74,016[A ]| I'th' midst of Laughter leave the Spirit sad. 151:74,017[A ]| But the Good man can find this Treasure out, 151:74,018[A ]| For which in vaine others doe dig and doubt; 151:74,019[A ]| And hath such secret full content within, 151:74,020[A ]| Though all abroad be stormes, yet he can sing. 151:74,021[A ]| His peace is made; all's quiet in that place 151:74,022[A ]| Where Nature's tun'd and exercis'd by Grace. 151:74,023[A ]| His inward calme prevents his Enemys, 151:74,024[A ]| For he can neither envy nor despise: 151:74,025[A ]| But in the beauty of his ordred mind 151:74,026[A ]| Doth still a new rich satisfaction find. 151:74,027[A ]| Innocent Epicure! whose single Brest 151:74,028[A ]| Can furnish him with a continuall Feast. 151:74,029[A ]| A Prince at home! and Scepters can refuse; 151:74,030[A ]| Valuing onely what he cannot loose. 151:74,031[A ]| He study's to doe good, (a man may be 151:74,032[A ]| Harmeless for want of opportunity:) 151:74,033[A ]| But hee's industrious kindness to dispence, 151:74,034[A ]| And therein onely covets Eminence. 151:74,035[A ]| Others doe court applause and fame, but he 151:74,036[A ]| Thinks all that giddy noise but Vanity. 151:74,037[A ]| He takes no paines to be observ'd or seen, 151:74,038[A ]| While all his acts are eccho'd from within. 151:74,039[A ]| Hee's still himself when company are gone, 151:74,040[A ]| Too well employ'd ever to be alone; 151:74,041[A ]| For studying God in all his volumes, he 151:74,042[A ]| Begins the business of Eternity; 151:74,043[A ]| And unconcern'd without, retains a pow'r 151:74,044[A ]| To suck (like Bees) a sweet from every Flower. 151:74,045[A ]| And as the Manna of the Israellites 151:74,046[A ]| Had severall tasts to please all appetites: 151:74,047[A ]| So his contentment is that Catholique food, 151:74,048[A ]| That makes all 'states seem fit as well as good. 151:74,049[A ]| He dares not wish, nor his own fate propound; 151:74,050[A ]| But (if God sends) reads Love in every wound: 151:74,051[A ]| And would not loose, for all the joys of sence, 151:74,052[A ]| The Glorious pleasure of Obedience. 151:74,053[A ]| His better part can neither change nor loose, 151:74,054[A ]| And all God's will can doe, and beare, and choose. 151:75,000[' ]| 151:75,001[A ]| How weak a Star doth rule mankind, 151:75,002[A ]| Which ow's its ruine to the same 151:75,003[A ]| Causes which nature had design'd 151:75,004[A ]| To cherish and preserve the frame! 151:75,005[A ]| As Commonwealths may be secure, 151:75,006[A ]| And no remote invasion dread; 151:75,007[A ]| Yet may a sadder fall endure 151:75,008[A ]| From Traytors in their bosom bred: 151:75,009[A ]| So while we feele no Violence, 151:75,010[A ]| And on our active health doe trust, 151:75,011[A ]| A secret hand doth snatch us hence, 151:75,012[A ]| And Tumbles us into the Dust. 151:75,013[A ]| Yet carelessly we run our race, 151:75,014[A ]| As if we could death's summons wave; 151:75,015[A ]| And think not on the narrow space 151:75,016[A ]| Betwixt a Table and a Grave. 151:75,017[A ]| But since we cannot death reprieve, 151:75,018[A ]| Our soules and Fame we ought to mind, 151:75,019[A ]| For they our bodys will survive; 151:75,020[A ]| That goes beyond, this stays behind. 151:75,021[A ]| If I am sure my Soule is safe, 151:75,022[A ]| And that my actions will provide 151:75,023[A ]| My Tomb a nobler Epitaph, 151:75,024[A ]| Then that I onely Liv'd and Dy'd: 151:75,025[A ]| So that in various accidents 151:75,026[A ]| I conscience may, and Honour, keep; 151:75,027[A ]| I with that ease and inocence 151:75,028[A ]| Shall dy, as infants go to Sleep. 151:76,000[' ]| 151:76,000[' ]| 151:76,001[A ]| The publick Gladness that's to us restor'd, 151:76,002[A ]| For your escape from what we so deplor'd, 151:76,003[A ]| Will want as well resemblance as belief, 151:76,004[A ]| Unless our joy be measur'd by our Grief 151:76,005[A ]| When in your Fever we with terrour saw 151:76,006[A ]| At once our Hopes and Happiness withdraw; 151:76,007[A ]| And every crisis did with jealous fear 151:76,008[A ]| Enquire the News we scarce durst stay to hear. 151:76,009[A ]| Some dying Princes have their Servants slain, 151:76,010[A ]| That after death they might not want a Train. 151:76,011[A ]| Such cruelty were here a needless sin; 151:76,012[A ]| For had our fatal Fears prophetick been, 151:76,013[A ]| Sorrow alone that service would have done, 151:76,014[A ]| And you by Nations had been waited on. 151:76,015[A ]| Your danger was in ev'ry Visage seen, 151:76,016[A ]| And onely yours was quiet and serene. 151:76,017[A ]| But all our zealous Grief had been in vain, 151:76,018[A ]| Had not Great Charles's call'd you back again: 151:76,019[A ]| Who did your suff'rings with such pain discern, 151:76,020[A ]| He lost three Kingdoms once with less concern. 151:76,021[A ]| Laboring your safety he neglected his, 151:76,022[A ]| Nor fear'd he Death in any shape but this. 151:76,023[A ]| His Genius did the bold Distemper tame, 151:76,024[A ]| And his rich Tears quench'd the rebellious Flame. 151:76,025[A ]| As once the Thracian Hero lov'd and griev'd, 151:76,026[A ]| Till he his lost Felicity retriev'd; 151:76,027[A ]| And with the moving accents of his wo, 151:76,028[A ]| His Spouse recover'd from the shades below. 151:76,029[A ]| So the King's grief your threatned loss withstood, 151:76,030[A ]| Who mourn'd with the same fortune that he woo'd 151:76,031[A ]| And to his happy Passion we have been 151:76,032[A ]| Now twice oblig'd for so ador'd a Queen. 151:76,033[A ]| But how severe a Choice had you to make, 151:76,034[A ]| When you must Heav'n delay, or Him forsake? 151:76,035[A ]| Yet since those joys you made such haste to find 151:76,036[A ]| Had scarce been so, if he were left behind, 151:76,037[A ]| How well did Fate decide your inward strife 151:76,038[A ]| By making him a Present of your Life? 151:76,039[A ]| Which rescu'd Blessing we must long enjoy 151:76,040[A ]| Since our Offences could it not destroy. 151:76,041[A ]| For none but Death durst rival him in you; 151:76,042[A ]| And Death himself was baffled in it too. 151:77,000[' ]| 151:77,000[' ]| 151:77,001[A ]| No, no, unfaithfull World, thou hast 151:77,002[A ]| Too long my easy heart betray'd, 151:77,003[A ]| And me too long thy football made: 151:77,004[A ]| But I am wiser growne at last, 151:77,005[A ]| And will improve by all that I have past. 151:77,006[A ]| I know 'twas just I should be practis'd on; 151:77,007[A ]| For I was told before, 151:77,008[A ]| And told in sober and instructive lore, 151:77,009[A ]| How little all that trusted thee have won: 151:77,010[A ]| And yet I would make hast to be undone. 151:77,011[A ]| And by my suff'rings I am better taught, 151:77,012[A ]| And shall no more committ that stupid fault. 151:77,013[A ]| Go, get some other foole, 151:77,014[A ]| Whom thou mayst next cajole: 151:77,015[A ]| On me thy frownes thou dost in vaine bestow; 151:77,016[A ]| For I know now 151:77,017[A ]| To be as coy and as reserv'd as thou. 151:77,018[A ]| In my remote and humble seate 151:77,019[A ]| Now I'm again possest 151:77,020[A ]| Of that late fugitive, my breast, 151:77,021[A ]| From all thy tumult and from all thy heat 151:77,022[A ]| I'le find a quiet and a coole retreate; 151:77,023[A ]| And on the fetters I have worne 151:77,024[A ]| Looke with experienced and revengefull scorne, 151:77,025[A ]| In this my soveraigne privacie. 151:77,026[A ]| 'Tis true I cannot governe thee, 151:77,027[A ]| But yet my selfe I can subdue; 151:77,028[A ]| And that's the nobler empire of the two. 151:77,029[A ]| If every passion had got leave 151:77,030[A ]| Its satisfaction to receive, 151:77,031[A ]| Yet I would it a higher pleasure call, 151:77,032[A ]| To conquer one, then to indulge them all. 151:77,033[A ]| For thy inconstant Sea, no more 151:77,034[A ]| I'le leave that safe and solid shore: 151:77,035[A ]| No, though to prosper in the cheat, 151:77,036[A ]| Thou shouldst my destiny defeat, 151:77,037[A ]| And make me belov'd, and rich, and great: 151:77,038[A ]| Nor from my selfe shouldst me reclaime 151:77,039[A ]| With all the noise and all the pomp of fame. 151:77,040[A ]| Judiciously I'le these despise; 151:77,041[A ]| Too small the bargaine, and too great the price, 151:77,042[A ]| For them to couzen twice. 151:77,043[A ]| At length this secret I have learn'd; 151:77,044[A ]| Who will be happy, must be unconcern'd, 151:77,045[A ]| Must all their comfort in their bosome weare, 151:77,046[A ]| And seeke their power and their treasure there. 151:77,047[A ]| No other Wealth will I aspire, 151:77,048[A ]| But that of nature to admire; 151:77,049[A ]| Nor envy on a lawrell will bestow, 151:77,050[A ]| Whilst I have any in my garden grow. 151:77,051[A ]| And when I would be great, 151:77,052[A ]| 'Tis but ascending to a seat 151:77,053[A ]| Which nature in a lofty rock hath built; 151:77,054[A ]| A throne as free from trouble as from guilt. 151:77,055[A ]| Where when my soule her wings doth raise 151:77,056[A ]| Above what worldlings feare or praise, 151:77,057[A ]| With innocent and quiet pride I'le sit, 151:77,058[A ]| And see the waves pay tribute to my feet. 151:77,059[A ]| O life divine, when free from joyes diseas'd, 151:77,060[A ]| Not altwayes merry, but yet allwayes pleas'd. 151:77,061[A ]| A heart, which is too great a thing 151:77,062[A ]| To be a present for a persian King, 151:77,063[A ]| Which God himselfe would have to be his court, 151:77,064[A ]| Where Angels would officiously resort, 151:77,065[A ]| From its owne height should much decline, 151:77,066[A ]| If this converse it should resigne, 151:77,067[A ]| (Ill natur'd world!) for thine. 151:77,068[A ]| Thy unwise rigour hath thy empire lost; 151:77,069[A ]| It hath not only set me free, 151:77,070[A ]| But it hath let me see, 151:77,071[A ]| They only can of thy possession boast, 151:77,072[A ]| Who do enjoy thee least, and understand thee most. 151:77,073[A ]| For lo! the man whom all mankind admir'd 151:77,074[A ]| By every grace adorn'd, and every must inspir'd, 151:77,075[A ]| Is now triumphantly retir'd. 151:77,076[A ]| The mighty Cowley this hath done, 151:77,077[A ]| And over thee a Parthian conquest won: 151:77,078[A ]| Which future ages shall adore, 151:77,079[A ]| And which in this subdues thee more 151:77,080[A ]| Then either Greeke or Roman ever could before. 151:78,000[' ]| 151:78,001[A ]| Behold this Creature's Form and State, 151:78,002[A ]| Which Nature therfore did create; 151:78,003[A ]| That to the World might be express'd 151:78,004[A ]| What meen there can be in a Beast; 151:78,005[A ]| And that we in this Shape may find 151:78,006[A ]| A Lyon of another kind; 151:78,007[A ]| For this Heroick beast does seem 151:78,008[A ]| In Majesty to Rivall him: 151:78,009[A ]| And yet vouchsafes, to Man, to shew 151:78,010[A ]| Both service and submission too; 151:78,011[A ]| From whence we this distinction have, 151:78,012[A ]| That Beast is fierce, but this is brave. 151:78,013[A ]| This Dog hath so himself subdu'd, 151:78,014[A ]| That hunger cannot make him rude, 151:78,015[A ]| And his behaviour does confess 151:78,016[A ]| True Courrage dwells with Gentleness. 151:78,017[A ]| With Stearnest Wolves he dares engage, 151:78,018[A ]| And acts on them successfull rage; 151:78,019[A ]| Yet too much courtesy may chance 151:78,020[A ]| To put him out of countenance. 151:78,021[A ]| But when in his opposers' blood, 151:78,022[A ]| Fortune hath made his vertue good; 151:78,023[A ]| This Creature from an Act so brave 151:78,024[A ]| Grows not more sullen, but more grave; 151:78,025[A ]| Man's Guard would now be, not his sport, 151:78,026[A ]| Beleiving he hath ventur'd for't; 151:78,027[A ]| But yet no blood or shed or spent 151:78,028[A ]| Can ever make him insolent. 151:78,029[A ]| Few Men of him to doe great things have learn'd, 151:78,030[A ]| And when th' are done, to be so unconcern'd. 151:79,000[' ]| 151:79,000[' ]| 151:79,001[A ]| How prodigious is my Fate, 151:79,002[A ]| Since I can't determine clearly, 151:79,003[A ]| Whether you'll doe more severely, 151:79,004[A ]| Giving me your love or Hate. 151:79,005[A ]| For if you with kindness bless me, 151:79,006[A ]| Since from you I soon must part, 151:79,007[A ]| Fortune will so dispossess me, 151:79,008[A ]| That your Love will break my heart. 151:79,009[A ]| But since death all Sorrow cures, 151:79,010[A ]| Might I choose my way of dying, 151:79,011[A ]| I could wish the arrow flying 151:79,012[A ]| From Fortune's Quiver, not from yours. 151:79,013[A ]| For in the sad unusuall story 151:79,014[A ]| How my wretched heart was torne, 151:79,015[A ]| It will more concern your glory 151:79,016[A ]| That I by absence fell, then scorn. 151:80,000[' ]| 151:80,000[' ]| 151:80,001[B ]| My Lucasia, leave the Mountain tops, 151:80,002[B ]| And like a nearer aire. 151:80,003[C ]| How shall I then forsake my lovely flocks 151:80,004[C ]| Bequeathed to my care? 151:80,005[B ]| Sheapheardess, thy flocks will not be less, 151:80,006[B ]| Although thou shouldst come hither. 151:80,007[C ]| But, I feare, the world will be severe, 151:80,008[C ]| Should I leave them to go thither. 151:80,009[B ]| O! my friend, if you on that depend, 151:80,010[B ]| You'll never know content. 151:80,011[C ]| Rather I neare thee would live and dy, 151:80,012[C ]| Would Fortune but consent. 151:80,013[B ]| But did you ask leave to love me too, 151:80,014[B ]| That others should deprive me? 151:80,015[C ]| Not all Mankind a stratagem can find, 151:80,016[C ]| Which from that heart should drive me. 151:80,017[B ]| Better't had been, I thee had never seen, 151:80,018[B ]| Then that content to loose. 151:80,019[C ]| Such are thy charms, I'de dwell within thy arms, 151:80,020[C ]| Could I my station choose. 151:80,021[B ]| When Life is done, the World to us is gone, 151:80,022[B ]| And all our cares doe end. 151:80,023[C ]| Nay, I know there's nothing sweet below, 151:80,024[C ]| Unless it be a friend. 151:80,025[B ]| Then whilst we live,this joy let's take and give, 151:80,026[B ]| Since death so soon will sever. 151:80,027[C ]| But I trust, when crumbled into dust, 151:80,028[C ]| We shall meet and love forever. 151:81,000[' ]| 151:81,000[' ]| 151:81,001[A ]| 'Tis true, our life is but a long disease, 151:81,002[A ]| Made up of reall pain and seeming ease; 151:81,003[A ]| You stars, who these entangled fortunes give, 151:81,004[A ]| 0 tell me why 151:81,005[A ]| It is so hard to dy, 151:81,006[A ]| Yet such a task to live? 151:81,007[A ]| If with some pleasure we our griefs betray, 151:81,008[A ]| It costs us dearer then it can repay: 151:81,009[A ]| For time or fortune all things so devours; 151:81,010[A ]| Our hopes are cross'd, 151:81,011[A ]| Or els the object lost, 151:81,012[A ]| Ere we can call it ours. 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,001[A ]| Reader, stay, it is but just; 151:82,002[A ]| Thou dost not tread on common dust, 151:82,003[A ]| For underneath this Stone does ly 151:82,004[A ]| One whose name can never dy: 151:82,005[A ]| Who from an honourable linage sprung, 151:82,006[A ]| Was to another matched young; 151:82,007[A ]| Whose happiness she ever sought; 151:82,008[A ]| One blessing was, and many brought: 151:82,009[A ]| Was thirty seaven yeares of her life 151:82,010[A ]| A vertuous, prudent, humble Wife, 151:82,011[A ]| And to her Spouse her faith did prove 151:82,012[A ]| By fifteen pledges of their Love. 151:82,013[A ]| But when by death of him depriv'd, 151:82,014[A ]| An honourable widdow liv'd 151:82,015[A ]| Full fower and twenty yeares, wherein, 151:82,016[A ]| Though she had much afflicted been, 151:82,017[A ]| Saw many of her children fall, 151:82,018[A ]| And publick ruine threaten all; 151:82,019[A ]| Yet from above assisted, she 151:82,020[A ]| Both did and suffer'd worthily. 151:82,021[A ]| She to the Crown and Church adher'd, 151:82,022[A ]| And in their sorrows them rever'd, 151:82,023[A ]| With Piety which knew no strife, 151:82,024[A ]| But was as sober as her life. 151:82,025[A ]| A furnish'd table, open door, 151:82,026[A ]| That for her friends, this for the poor, 151:82,027[A ]| She kept; yet did her fortune find 151:82,028[A ]| Too narrow for her nobler mind; 151:82,029[A ]| Which seeking objects to relieve, 151:82,030[A ]| Did food to many Orphans give, 151:82,031[A ]| Who in her life no want did know, 151:82,032[A ]| But all the poor are Orphans now. 151:82,033[A ]| Yet hold, her fame is much too safe 151:82,034[A ]| To need a written Epitaph. 151:82,035[A ]| Her fame was so confess'd that she 151:82,036[A ]| Can never here forgotten be, 151:82,037[A ]| Till Cardigan it self become 151:82,038[A ]| To its own ruin'd heaps a Tomb. 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,001[A ]| Here, here are our enjoyments done, 151:83,002[A ]| And since the Love and grief we weare 151:83,003[A ]| Forbids us either word or teare, 151:83,004[A ]| And Art wants here expression, 151:83,005[A ]| See Nature furnish us with one. 151:83,006[A ]| The kind and mournfull Nimph which here 151:83,007[A ]| Inhabits in her humble Cells, 151:83,008[A ]| No longer her own Sorrow tells, 151:83,009[A ]| Nor for it now concern'd appears, 151:83,010[A ]| But for our parting sheds these tears. 151:83,011[A ]| Unless she may afflicted be, 151:83,012[A ]| Least we should doubt her Innocence; 151:83,013[A ]| Since she hath lost her best pretence 151:83,014[A ]| Unto a matchless purity; 151:83,015[A ]| Our Love being clearer far then she. 151:83,016[A ]| Cold as the streams which from her flow, 151:83,017[A ]| Or (if her privater recess 151:83,018[A ]| A greater coldness can express) 151:83,019[A ]| Then cold as those dark beds of snow 151:83,020[A ]| Our hearts are at this parting blow. 151:83,021[A ]| But Time, that has both wings and feet, 151:83,022[A ]| Our suffering Minutes being Spent, 151:83,023[A ]| Will visit us with new content; 151:83,028[A ]| And sure, if kindness be so sweet, 151:83,029[A ]| 'Tis harder to forget then meet. 151:83,030[A ]| Then though the sad Adieu we say, 151:83,031[A ]| Yet as the wine we hither bring, 151:83,032[A ]| Revives, and then exalts the Spring; 151:83,033[A ]| So let our hopes to meet allay 151:83,034[A ]| The fears and Sorrows of this day. 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,001[A ]| My Dear Rosania, sometimes be so kind, 151:83,002[A ]| To think upon the friend thou leav'st behind; 151:83,003[A ]| And wish thee here, to make my joys compleat, 151:83,004[A ]| Or else me there, to share thy blest retreat. 151:83,005[A ]| But to the heart which for thy Loss doth mourn, 151:83,006[A ]| The kindest thought is that of quick return. 151:84,007[A ]| 151:84,008[A ]| 151:84,009[A ]| Ador'd Valeria, and can you conclude 151:84,010[A ]| Orinda lost in such Ingratitude? 151:84,011[A ]| And so mispell the language of my Face, 151:84,012[A ]| When in my heart you have so great a place? 151:84,013[A ]| Ah! be assur'd I could no look direct 151:84,014[A ]| To you, not full of Passion and respect; 151:84,015[A ]| Or if my looks have play'd that treacherous part, 151:84,016[A ]| And so much misinterpreted my heart, 151:84,017[A ]| I shall forgive them that one falshood less 151:84,018[A ]| Then all their folly, and their Uglyness; 151:84,019[A ]| And had much rather choose they should appear 151:84,020[A ]| Always unhandsom, then once unsincere. 151:84,021[A ]| But I must thank your Errour, which procures 151:84,022[A ]| Me such obliging jealousy as yours: 151:84,023[A ]| For at that quarrell I can ne're repine, 151:84,024[A ]| Which shews your Kindness, though it questions mine. 151:84,025[A ]| To your Concern I pardon your Distrust, 151:84,026[A ]| And prize your Love, ev'n when it is unjust. 151:85,000[' ]| 151:85,001[A ]| If honour to an ancient name be due, 151:85,002[A ]| Or Riches challenge it for one that's new, 151:85,003[A ]| The Brittish Language claims in either Sence, 151:85,004[A ]| Both for its Age, and for its Opulence. 151:85,005[A ]| But all great things must be from us remov'd, 151:85,006[A ]| To be with higher Reverence belov'd: 151:85,007[A ]| So Lantskips which in prospects distant ly, 151:85,008[A ]| With greater wonder draw the pleased Ey. 151:85,009[A ]| Is not great Troy to one dark ruine hurl'd? 151:85,010[A ]| Once the fam'd Scene of all the fighting World. 151:85,011[A ]| Where's Athens now, to whom Rome learning ows, 151:85,012[A ]| And the safe Lawrells that Adorn'd her brows? 151:85,013[A ]| A strange reverse of Fate she did endure, 151:85,014[A ]| Never once greater, then she's now obscure. 151:85,015[A ]| Ev'n Rome her self can but some footstepps shew 151:85,016[A ]| Of Scipio's times, or those of Cicero: 151:85,017[A ]| And as the Roman and the Grecian State, 151:85,018[A ]| The Brittish fell, the spoyle of Time and Fate. 151:85,019[A ]| But though the Language hath her beauty Lost, 151:85,020[A ]| Yet she has still some great remains to boast; 151:85,021[A ]| For 'twas in that, the sacred Bards of old, 151:85,022[A ]| In deathless numbers did their thoughts unfold. 151:85,023[A ]| In Groves, by Rivers, and on fertil plaines, 151:85,024[A ]| They civilized and taught the Listening Swains; 151:85,025[A ]| Whilst with high Raptures, and as great success, 151:85,026[A ]| Virtue they cloath'd in musick's charming dress. 151:85,027[A ]| This Merlin spoke, who in his gloomy Cave, 151:85,028[A ]| Ev'n Destiny her self seem'd to enslave. 151:85,029[A ]| For to his Sight the future time was known, 151:85,030[A ]| Much better then to others is their own: 151:85,031[A ]| And with such state, Predictions from him fell, 151:85,032[A ]| As if he did Decree, and not foretell. 151:85,033[A ]| This spoke King Arthur; who, if fame be true, 151:85,034[A ]| Could have compell'd mankind to speak it too. 151:85,035[A ]| In this once Boadicia valour taught, 151:85,036[A ]| And spoke more nobly then her souldiers fought: 151:85,037[A ]| Tell me what Hero could do more then she, 151:85,038[A ]| Who fell at once for Fame and Liberty? 151:85,039[A ]| Nor could a greater sacrifice belong, 151:85,040[A ]| Or to her children's, or her Countrey's wrong. 151:85,041[A ]| This spoke Caraticus, who was so brave, 151:85,042[A ]| That to the Roman fortune check he gave; 151:85,043[A ]| And when their yoak he could decline no more, 151:85,044[A ]| He it so decently and nobly wore, 151:85,045[A ]| That Rome her self with blushes did beleive 151:85,046[A ]| A Brittan would the Law of Honour give; 151:85,047[A ]| And hastily his chains away she threw, 151:85,048[A ]| Least her own Captive else should her subdue. 151:86,000[' ]| 151:86,000[' ]| 151:86,001[A ]| Since you, who Credit to all wonders bring, 151:86,002[A ]| That Lovers can believe, or Poets sing; 151:86,003[A ]| Whose onely shape and Fashion does express, 151:86,004[A ]| Your Virtue is your Nature, not your dress; 151:86,005[A ]| In whom the most admir'd extreams appear 151:86,006[A ]| Humble and Fair, Prudent and yet Sincere; 151:86,007[A ]| Whose matchless worth transmits such Splendid rayes, 151:86,008[A ]| As those that envy it are forc'd to prayse; 151:86,009[A ]| Since you have found such an Illustrious Spheare, 151:86,010[A ]| And are resolv'd to fix your Gloryes there; 151:86,011[A ]| A Heart whose bravery to his Sex secures 151:86,012[A ]| As much renown as you have done to yours; 151:86,013[A ]| And whose perfections, in obtaining you, 151:86,014[A ]| Are both discover'd and rewarded too; 151:86,015[A ]| 'Twere almost equall bouldness to invent 151:86,016[A ]| How to encrease your Merit, or Content. 151:86,017[A ]| Yet sure the Muses somewhat have to say; 151:86,018[A ]| But they will send it you a better way: 151:86,019[A ]| The Court, who so much to your Lustre ow's, 151:86,020[A ]| Must also pay you its officious vowes. 151:86,021[A ]| But whilst this shews respect, and those their art, 151:86,022[A ]| Let me too speak the Language of my heart; 151:86,023[A ]| Whose ruder off'rings dare approach your Shrine, 151:86,024[A ]| For you, who merit theirs, can pardon mine. 151:86,025[A ]| Fortune and Virtue with such heat contend 151:86,026[A ]| (As once for Rome) now to make you their Friend: 151:86,027[A ]| And you so well can this prefer to that, 151:86,028[A ]| As you can neither fear, nor mend your Fate: 151:86,029[A ]| Yet since the votes of joy from all are due, 151:86,030[A ]| A love like mine must find some wishes too. 151:86,031[A ]| May you, in this bright Constellation set, 151:86,032[A ]| Still shew how much the good outshine the Great: 151:86,033[A ]| May you be courted with all joyes of Sense, 151:86,034[A ]| Yet place the highest in your Innocence; 151:86,035[A ]| Whose Praise may you enjoy, but not regard; 151:86,036[A ]| Finding within both Motive and Reward. 151:86,037[A ]| May Fortune still to your Commands be just, 151:86,038[A ]| Yet still beneath your kindness or your Trust. 151:86,039[A ]| May you no Trouble either feel or fear, 151:86,040[A ]| But from your Pitty for what others wear; 151:86,041[A ]| And may the happy Owner of your breast, 151:86,042[A ]| Still find his Passion with his joyes encreas'd; 151:86,043[A ]| Whilst every Moment your Concern makes known, 151:86,044[A ]| And gives him too, fresh reason for his own: 151:86,045[A ]| And from their Parents may your Ofspring have 151:86,046[A ]| All that is wise and lovely, soft and brave: 151:86,047[A ]| Or if all wishes we in one would give, 151:86,048[A ]| For him, and for the world, long may you live. 151:87,000[' ]| 151:87,000[' ]| 151:87,001[A ]| What on Earth deserves our Trust? 151:87,002[A ]| Youth and Beauty both are dust. 151:87,003[A ]| Long we gathering are with pain, 151:87,004[A ]| What one Moment calls again. 151:87,005[A ]| Seaven years Childless Marriage past, 151:87,006[A ]| A Son, A Son is born at last; 151:87,007[A ]| So exactly limm'd and Fair, 151:87,008[A ]| Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Aire, 151:87,009[A ]| As a long life promised; 151:87,010[A ]| Yet, in less then six weeks, dead. 151:87,011[A ]| Too promising, too great a Mind 151:87,012[A ]| In so small room to be confin'd: 151:87,013[A ]| Therfore, fit in Heav'n to dwell, 151:87,014[A ]| He quickly broke the Prison shell. 151:87,015[A ]| So the Subtle Alchymist, 151:87,016[A ]| Can't with Hermes=seal resist 151:87,017[A ]| The Powerfull Spirit's subtler flight, 151:87,018[A ]| But 'twill bid him long good night. 151:87,019[A ]| So the Sun, if it arise 151:87,020[A ]| Half so Glorious as his Ey's, 151:87,021[A ]| Like this Infant, takes a shroud, 151:87,022[A ]| Bury'd in a morning Cloud. 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,001[A ]| Have not so many precious lives of late 151:88,002[A ]| Suffis'd to quench the greedy thirst of Fate? 151:88,003[A ]| Though to encrease the mournfull purple Flood, 151:88,004[A ]| As well as Noble, she drank Royal Blood; 151:88,005[A ]| That not content against us to engage 151:88,006[A ]| Our own wild fury, and Usurpers rage; 151:88,007[A ]| By Sickness now, when all that Storm is past, 151:88,008[A ]| She strives to hew our Hero's down as fast; 151:88,009[A ]| And by the prey she chooses, shews her aym 151:88,010[A ]| Is to extinguish all the English Fame; 151:88,011[A ]| Else had this Generous Youth we now have lost, 151:88,012[A ]| Been still his friends delight, and Countrey's boast, 151:88,013[A ]| And higher rais'd th'Illustrious name he bore, 151:88,014[A ]| Then all our Chronicles had done before. 151:88,015[A ]| Had Death consider'd, e're he struck this blow, 151:88,016[A ]| How many noble hopes t'would overthrow; 151:88,017[A ]| The Genius of his House (who did complain 151:88,018[A ]| That all her Worthy's now dy'd o're again) 151:88,019[A ]| His flourishing, and yet untainted years; 151:88,020[A ]| His Father's anguish, and his Mother's tears; 151:88,021[A ]| Sure he had been perswaded to relent, 151:88,022[A ]| Nor had for so much early sweetness, sent 151:88,023[A ]| That fierce disease, which knows not how to spare 151:88,024[A ]| The young, the Great, the Knowing, or the Fair. 151:88,025[A ]| But we as well might flatter every wind, 151:88,026[A ]| And court the Tempests to be less unkind, 151:88,027[A ]| As hope from Churlish Death to snatch his prey, 151:88,028[A ]| Who is as furious and as deaf as they; 151:88,029[A ]| And who hath cruelly surpriz'd in him, 151:88,030[A ]| His parents joy, and all the world's Esteem. 151:88,031[A ]| Say, treacherous hopes that whisper in our Eare, 151:88,032[A ]| Still to expect some steady comfort here, 151:88,033[A ]| And though we oft discover all your Arts, 151:88,034[A ]| would still betray our disappointed hearts; 151:88,035[A ]| What new delusion can you now prepare, 151:88,036[A ]| Since this pale Object shews how false you are? 151:88,037[A ]| 'Twill fully answer all you have to plead, 151:88,038[A ]| If we reply, great Warwick's heyr is dead: 151:88,039[A ]| Blush, humane hopes and Joyes, and then be all 151:88,040[A ]| In solemn mourning at this Funerall. 151:88,041[A ]| For since such expectations brittle prove, 151:88,042[A ]| What can we safely either hope or Love? 151:89,000[' ]| 151:89,001[A ]| The things that make a Virgin please, 151:89,002[A ]| She that seeks, will find them these; 151:89,003[A ]| A Beauty, not to Art in debt, 151:89,004[A ]| Rather agreable then Great; 151:89,005[A ]| An Eye, wherein at once do meet 151:89,006[A ]| The beams of kindness, and of wit; 151:89,007[A ]| An undissembled Innocence, 151:89,008[A ]| Apt nor to give, nor take offence: 151:89,009[A ]| A Conversation at once free 151:89,010[A ]| From Passion, and from Subtiltie: 151:89,011[A ]| A Face that's Modest, yet Serene; 151:89,012[A ]| A sober, and yet lively Meen; 151:89,013[A ]| The vertue which does her adorn, 151:89,014[A ]| By Honour guarded, not by scorn; 151:89,015[A ]| With such wise lowlyness indued, 151:89,016[A ]| As never can be mean, or rude; 151:89,017[A ]| That prudent negligence enrich, 151:89,018[A ]| And Time's her silence and her speech; 151:89,019[A ]| Whose equal Mind does alwayes move, 151:89,020[A ]| Neither a foe, nor Slave to Love; 151:89,021[A ]| And whose Religion's strong and plaine, 151:89,022[A ]| Not superstitious, or profane. 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,001[A ]| Alass! how barbarous are we, 151:90,002[A ]| Thus to requite the courteous Tree! 151:90,003[A ]| Who its broad shade affording us, 151:90,004[A ]| Deserv'd not to be wounded thus. 151:90,005[A ]| See how the yielding bark complyes 151:90,006[A ]| With our ingratefull injuries! 151:90,007[A ]| And Seing this, say how much then 151:90,008[A ]| Trees are more generous then Men; 151:90,009[A ]| Who, by a Nobleness so pure, 151:90,010[A ]| Can first oblige, and then endure. 151:91,000[' ]| 151:91,000[' ]| 151:91,001[A ]| As when two sister rivelets, who crept 151:91,002[A ]| From that dark bed of snow wherein they slept, 151:91,003[A ]| By private distant currents under ground, 151:91,004[A ]| Have by Moeanders either's bosom found, 151:91,005[A ]| They sob aloud, and break down what withstood, 151:91,006[A ]| Swoln by their own embraces to a flood: 151:91,007[A ]| So when my simpathy for thy dear grief 151:91,008[A ]| Had brought me near, in hope to give relief, 151:91,009[A ]| I found my sorrow heightned when so joyn'd, 151:91,010[A ]| And thine increas'd by being so combin'd, 151:91,011[A ]| Since to the bleeding hopes of many years, 151:91,012[A ]| I could contribute nothing but my tears; 151:91,013[A ]| Tears which to thy sad fate were justly due, 151:91,014[A ]| And to his loss, by all who that loss knew; 151:91,015[A ]| For thy Charistus was so much above 151:91,016[A ]| The Eloquence of all our grief and love, 151:91,017[A ]| That it would be Injurious to his Hearse, 151:91,018[A ]| To think to crowd his worth into a verse. 151:91,019[A ]| Could I (by miracle) such praise indite, 151:91,020[A ]| Who with more ease and justice weep then write, 151:91,021[A ]| He was all that which History can boast, 151:91,022[A ]| Or bolder Poetry had ere engross'd: 151:91,023[A ]| So pious, just, noble, discreet, and kind, 151:91,024[A ]| Their best Ideas knew not how to find. 151:91,025[A ]| His strong Religion not on trifles spent, 151:91,026[A ]| Was useful, firm, early, and eminent, 151:91,027[A ]| Never betray'd to indigested heat, 151:91,028[A ]| Nor yet entic'd from what was safely great; 151:91,029[A ]| And this so soon, as if he had foresight, 151:91,030[A ]| He must begin betimes whose noon is night. 151:91,031[A ]| His vertue was his choice, and not his chance, 151:91,032[A ]| Not mov'd by Age, nor born of Ignorance. 151:91,033[A ]| He well knew whom, and what he did believe, 151:91,034[A ]| And for his Faith did not dispute, but live, 151:91,035[A ]| And liv'd just like his infant Innocence, 151:91,036[A ]| But that was crown'd with free obedience. 151:91,037[A ]| How did he scorn design, and equally 151:91,038[A ]| How much abhorr'd this Ages vanity! 151:91,039[A ]| He neither lik'd its tumults, nor its joys, 151:91,040[A ]| Slighted alike Earth's pleasures, and her noise; 151:91,041[A ]| But unconcern'd in both, in his own mind 151:91,042[A ]| Alone could power and satisfaction find. 151:91,043[A ]| A treasury of merit there lay hid, 151:91,044[A ]| Which though he ne're confes'd, he actions did. 151:91,045[A ]| His modesty unto his vertue lent 151:91,046[A ]| At once a shadow and an ornament; 151:91,047[A ]| But what could hide those filial rites he paid; 151:91,048[A ]| How much he lov'd, how prudently obey'd? 151:91,049[A ]| How as a Brother did he justly share 151:91,050[A ]| His kind concern betwixt respect and care? 151:91,051[A ]| And to a wife how fully did he prove 151:91,052[A ]| How wisely he could judge, how fondly love? 151:91,053[A ]| As Husbands serious, but as Lovers kind, 151:91,054[A ]| He valu'd all of her, but lov'd her mind; 151:91,055[A ]| And with a passion made this Riddle true, 151:91,056[A ]| 'Twas ever perfect, and yet still it grew. 151:91,057[A ]| Such handsome thoughts his Breast did ever fill, 151:91,058[A ]| He durst do any thing, but what was ill; 151:91,059[A ]| Unlike those Gallants who so use their time, 151:91,060[A ]| As opportunity to act their crime, 151:91,061[A ]| And lost in wine or vanity when young, 151:91,062[A ]| They dye too soon, because they liv'd too long: 151:91,063[A ]| But he has hallowed so his early death, 151:91,064[A ]| 'Tis almost shame to draw a longer breath. 151:91,065[A ]| I can no more, they that can must have learn'd 151:91,066[A ]| To be more eloquent, and less concern'd; 151:91,067[A ]| But all that Noble justice to his Name, 151:91,068[A ]| His own good Angel will commit to Fame. 151:91,069[A ]| Could grief recall this happiness again, 151:91,070[A ]| Of thy dear sorrow I would nere complain, 151:91,071[A ]| But such an opportunity would take 151:91,072[A ]| To grieve an useless life out for thy sake; 151:91,073[A ]| But since it cannot, I must pray thee live, 151:91,074[A ]| That so much of Charistus may survive, 151:91,075[A ]| And that thou do no act so harsh to Love, 151:91,076[A ]| As that his glory should thy sorrow move: 151:91,077[A ]| Endure thy loss till Heav'n shall it repay, 151:91,078[A ]| Upon thy last and glorious wedding-day, 151:91,079[A ]| When thou shalt know him more, and quickly find 151:91,080[A ]| The love increas'd by being so refind, 151:91,081[A ]| And there possess him without parting fears, 151:91,082[A ]| As I my friendship free from future tears. 150:92,000[' ]| 151:92,000[' ]| 151:92,001[A ]| Adieu, dear object of my Love's excess, 151:92,002[A ]| And with thee all my hopes of happiness, 151:92,003[A ]| With the same fervent and unchanged heart 151:92,004[A ]| Which did its whole self once to thee impart, 151:92,005[A ]| (And which, though fortune has so sorely bruis'd, 151:92,006[A ]| Would suffer more, to be from this excus'd) 151:92,007[A ]| I to resign thy dear Converse submit, 151:92,008[A ]| Since I can neither keep, nor merit it. 151:92,009[A ]| Thou hast too long to me confined been, 151:92,010[A ]| Who ruine am without, passion within. 151:92,011[A ]| My mind is sunk below thy tenderness, 151:92,012[A ]| And my condition does deserve it less; 151:92,013[A ]| I'm so entangl'd and so lost a thing 151:92,014[A ]| By all the shocks my daily sorrows bring, 151:92,015[A ]| That wouldist thou for thy old Orinda call, 151:92,016[A ]| Thou hardly couldst unravel her at all. 151:92,017[A ]| And should I thy clear fortunes interline 151:92,018[A ]| With the incessant miseries of mine? 151:92,019[A ]| No, no, I never lov'd at such a rate, 151:92,020[A ]| To tye thee to the rigours of my fate. 151:92,021[A ]| As from my obligations thou art free, 151:92,022[A ]| Sure thou shalt be so from my Injury; 151:92,023[A ]| Though every other worthiness I miss, 151:92,024[A ]| Yet I'le at least be generous in this. 151:92,025[A ]| I'd rather perish without sigh or groan, 151:92,026[A ]| Then thou shouldst be condemn'd to give me one; 151:92,027[A ]| Nay, in my soul I rather could allow 151:92,028[A ]| Friendship should be a sufferer, then thou; 151:92,029[A ]| Go then, since my sad heart has set thee free, 151:92,030[A ]| Let all the loads and chains remain on me. 151:92,031[A ]| Though I be left the prey of sea and wind, 151:92,032[A ]| Thou, being happy, wilt in that be kind; 151:92,033[A ]| Nor shall I my undoing much deplore, 151:92,034[A ]| Since thou art safe, whom I must value more. 151:92,035[A ]| Oh! mayst thou ever be so, and as free 151:92,036[A ]| From all ills else, as from my company; 151:92,037[A ]| And may the torments thou hast had from it, 151:92,038[A ]| Be all that heaven will to thy life permit; 151:92,039[A ]| And that they may thy vertue service do, 151:92,040[A ]| Mayest thou be able to forgive them too: 151:92,041[A ]| But though I must this sharp submission learn, 151:92,042[A ]| I cannot yet unwish thy dear concern. 151:92,043[A ]| Not one new comfort I expect to see, 151:92,044[A ]| I quit my joy, hope, life, and all but thee; 151:92,045[A ]| Nor seek I thence ought that may discompose 151:92,046[A ]| That mind where so serene a goodness grows. 151:92,047[A ]| I ask no inconvenient kindness now, 151:92,048[A ]| To move thy passion, or to cloud thy brow; 151:92,049[A ]| And thou wilt satisfie my boldest plea 151:92,050[A ]| By some few soft remembrances of me, 151:92,051[A ]| Which may present thee with this candid thought, 151:92,052[A ]| I meant not all the troubles that I brought. 151:92,053[A ]| Own not what Passion rules, and Fate does crush, 151:92,054[A ]| But wish thou coulds't have don't without a blush; 151:92,055[A ]| And that I had been, ere it was too late, 151:92,056[A ]| Either more worthy, or more fortunate. 151:92,057[A ]| Ah, who can love the thing they cannot prize? 151:92,058[A ]| But thou mayst pity though thou dost despise. 151:92,059[A ]| Yet I should think that pity bought too dear, 151:92,060[A ]| If it should cost those precious Eyes a tear. 151:92,061[A ]| Oh, may no minute's trouble thee possess, 151:92,062[A ]| But to endear the next hour's happiness; 151:92,063[A ]| And maist thou when thou art from me remov'd, 151:92,064[A ]| Be better pleas'd, but never worse belov'd: 151:92,065[A ]| Oh, pardon me for pow'ring out my woes 151:92,066[A ]| In Rhime, now that I dare not do't in Prose: 151:92,067[A ]| For I must lose whatever is call'd dear, 151:92,068[A ]| And thy assistance all that loss to bear, 151:92,069[A ]| And have more cause than ere I had before, 151:92,070[A ]| To fear that I shall never see thee more. 151:93,000[' ]| 151:93,001[A ]| Th'Eternal Centre of my life and me, 151:93,002[A ]| Who when I was not, gave me room to be, 151:93,003[A ]| Hath since (my time preserving in his hands) 151:93,004[A ]| By moments numbred out the precious sand, 151:93,005[A ]| Till it is swell'd to six and twenty years, 151:93,006[A ]| Checquer'd by Providence with smiles and tears. 151:93,007[A ]| I have observ'd how vain all glories are, 151:93,008[A ]| The change of Empire, and the chance of War: 151:93,009[A ]| Seen Faction with its native venom burst, 151:93,010[A ]| And Treason struck, by what it self had nurs'd: 151:93,011[A ]| Seen useless Crimes, whose Owners but made way 151:93,012[A ]| For future Candidates to wear the Bay. 151:94,000[' ]| 151:94,000[' ]| 151:94,001[A ]| That Nature in your frame has taken care, 151:94,002[A ]| As well your Birth as Beauty do declare, 151:94,003[A ]| Since we at once discover in your Face, 151:94,004[A ]| The lustre of your Eyes and of your Race: 151:94,005[A ]| And that your shape and fashion does attest, 151:94,006[A ]| So bright a form has yet a brighter guest, 151:94,007[A ]| To future times authentick fame shall bring, 151:94,008[A ]| Historians shall relate, and Poets sing. 151:94,009[A ]| But since your boundless mind upon my head, 151:94,010[A ]| Some rays of splendour is content to shed; 151:94,011[A ]| And least I suffer by the great surprize, 151:94,012[A ]| Since you submit to meet me in disguise, 151:94,013[A ]| Can lay aside what dazles vulgar sight, 151:94,014[A ]| And to Orinda can be Policrite. 151:94,015[A ]| You must endure my vows, and find the way 151:94,016[A ]| To entertain such Rites as I can pay: 151:94,017[A ]| For so the pow'r divine new praise acquires, 151:94,018[A ]| By scorning nothing that it once inspires: 151:94,019[A ]| I have no merits that your smile can win, 151:94,020[A ]| Nor offering to appease you when I sin; 151:94,021[A ]| Nor can my useless homage hope to raise, 151:94,022[A ]| When what I cannot serve, I strive to praise: 151:94,023[A ]| But I can love, and love at such a pitch, 151:94,024[A ]| As I dare boast it will ev'n you enrich: 151:94,025[A ]| For kindness is a Mine, when great and true, 151:94,026[A ]| Of nobler Ore than ever Indians knew; 151:94,027[A ]| 'Tis all that mortals can on Heav'n bestow, 151:94,028[A ]| And all that Heav'n can value here below. 151:95,000[' ]| 151:95,001[A ]| Hence, Cupid! with your cheating Toies, 151:95,002[A ]| Your real Griefs, and painted Joies, 151:95,003[A ]| Your Pleasure which it self destroies. 151:95,004[A ]| Lovers like men in Feavers burn and rave, 151:95,005[A ]| And only what will injure them do crave. 151:95,006[A ]| Men's weakness makes Love so severe, 151:95,007[A ]| They give him power by their fear, 151:95,008[A ]| And make the Shackles which they wear. 151:95,009[A ]| Who to another does his heart submit, 151:95,010[A ]| Makes his own Idol, and then worships it. 151:95,011[A ]| Him whose heart is all his own, 151:95,012[A ]| Peace and liberty does crown, 151:95,013[A ]| He apprehends no killing frown. 151:95,014[A ]| He feels no raptures, which are joies diseas'd, 151:95,015[A ]| And is not much transported, but still pleas'd. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,001[B ]| Will you unto one single sense 151:96,002[B ]| Confine a starry influence? 151:96,003[B ]| Or when you do the raies combine, 151:96,004[B ]| To themselves only make them shine? 151:96,005[B ]| Love that's engross'd by one alone, 151:96,006[B ]| Is envy, not affection. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,007[A ]| No, Musidorus, this would be 151:96,008[A ]| But Friendship's prodigality; 151:96,009[A ]| Union in raies does not confine, 151:96,010[A ]| But doubles lustre when they shine, 151:96,011[A ]| And souls united live above 151:96,012[A ]| Envy, as much as scatter'd Love. 151:96,013[A ]| Friendship (like Rivers) as it multiplies 151:96,014[A ]| In many streams, grows weaker still and dies. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,015[B ]| Rivers indeed may lose their force, 151:96,016[B ]| When they divide or break their course; 151:96,017[B ]| For they may want some hidden Spring, 151:96,018[B ]| Which to their streams recruits may bring: 151:96,019[B ]| But Friendship's made of purest fire, 151:96,020[B ]| Which burns and keeps its stock entire. 151:96,021[B ]| Love, like the Sun, may shed his beams on all, 151:96,022[B ]| And grow more great by being general. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,023[A ]| The purity of friendship's flame 151:96,024[A ]| Proves that from simpathy it came, 151:96,025[A ]| And that the hearts so close do knit, 151:96,026[A ]| They no third partner can admit; 151:96,027[A ]| Love, like the Sun, does all inspire, 151:96,028[A ]| But burns most by contracted fire. 151:96,029[A ]| Then though I honour every worthy guest, 151:96,030[A ]| Yet my Lucasia only rules my breast. 151:97,000[' ]| 151:97,001[B ]| Ah! strike outright, or else forbear; 151:97,002[B ]| Be more kind, or more severe; 151:97,003[B ]| For in this checquer'd mixture I 151:97,004[B ]| Cannot live, and would not die, 151:97,005[B ]| And must I neither? tell me why? 151:97,006[B ]| When thy Pen thy kindness tells, 151:97,007[B ]| My heart transported leaps and swells. 151:97,008[B ]| But when my greedy eye does stray, 151:97,009[B ]| Thy threatn'd absence to survey, 151:97,010[B ]| That heart is struck, and faints away. 151:97,011[B ]| To give me title to rich land, 151:97,012[B ]| And the fruition to withstand, 151:97,013[B ]| Or solemnly to send the key 151:97,014[B ]| Of treasures I must never see, 151:97,015[B ]| Would it contempt, or bounty be? 151:97,016[B ]| This is such refin'd distress, 151:97,017[B ]| That thy sad Lovers sigh for less, 151:97,018[B ]| Though thou their hopes hast overthrown, 151:97,019[B ]| They lose but what they ne're have known, 151:97,020[B ]| But I am plunder'd from my own. 151:97,021[B ]| How canst thou thy Rosania prize, 151:97,022[B ]| And be so cruel and so wise? 151:97,023[B ]| For if such rigid policy 151:97,024[B ]| Must thy resolves dispute with me, 151:97,025[B ]| Where then is friendship's victory? 151:97,026[B ]| Kindness is of so brave a make, 151:97,027[B ]| 'Twil rather death then bondage take; 151:97,028[B ]| So that if thine no power can have, 151:97,029[B ]| Give it and me one common grave, 151:97,030[B ]| But quickly either kill or save. 151:98,000[' ]| 151:98,001[A ]| My dear Antenor, now give o're, 151:98,002[A ]| For my sake talk of graves no more; 151:98,003[A ]| Death is not in our power to gain, 151:98,004[A ]| And is both wish'd and fear'd in vain. 151:98,005[A ]| Let's be as angry as wee will, 151:98,006[A ]| Grief sooner may distract then kill, 151:98,007[A ]| And the unhappy often prove 151:98,008[A ]| Death is as coy a thing as Love. 151:98,009[A ]| Those whose own sword their death did give, 151:98,010[A ]| Afraid were or asham'd to Live; 151:98,011[A ]| And by an act so desperate, 151:98,012[A ]| Did poorly run away from fate; 151:98,013[A ]| 'Tis braver much t'out-ride the storm, 151:98,014[A ]| Endure its rage, and shun his harm; 151:98,015[A ]| Affliction nobly undergone, 151:98,016[A ]| More Greatness shews then having none. 151:98,017[A ]| But yet the wheel in turning round, 151:98,018[A ]| At last may lift us from the ground, 151:98,019[A ]| And when our fortune's most severe, 151:98,020[A ]| The less we have, the less we fear. 151:98,021[A ]| And why should we that grief permit, 151:98,022[A ]| Which can nor mend nor shorten it? 151:98,023[A ]| Let's wait for a succeeding good, 151:98,024[A ]| Woes have their Ebb as well as flood: 151:98,025[A ]| And since the Parliament have rescu'd you, 151:98,026[A ]| Believe that Providence will do so too. 151:99,000[' ]| 151:99,000[' ]| 151:99,001[B ]| My Master Neptune took such pains of late 151:99,002[B ]| To quiet the Commotions of his state, 151:99,003[B ]| That he might give, through his fierce winds and Seas, 151:99,004[B ]| Safe passage to the Royal Portugueze, 151:99,005[B ]| That he e're since at home has kept, 151:99,006[B ]| And in his Chrystal pallace slept, 151:99,007[B ]| Till a swift wind told him to day, 151:99,008[B ]| A stranger was to pass this way, 151:99,009[B ]| Whom he hath sent me out to view, 151:99,010[B ]| And I must tell him, Madam, it is you. 151:99,011[B ]| He knowes you by an Honourable fame: 151:99,012[B ]| Who hath not heard Lucasia's worthy name? 151:99,013[B ]| But should he see you too, I doubt he will 151:99,014[B ]| Grow amorous, and here detain you still: 151:99,015[B ]| I know his humor very well, 151:99,016[B ]| So best can the event foretel, 151:99,017[B ]| But wishing you better success, 151:99,018[B ]| And that my Master's guilt be less, 151:99,019[B ]| I will say nothing of your form, 151:99,020[B ]| Till you are past the danger of a storm. 151:99,021[B ]| Fear nothing else, for eyes so sweet as these, 151:99,022[B ]| No power that is Sea-born can displease; 151:99,023[B ]| You are much more then Nymph or Goddess bright; 151:99,024[B ]| I saw 'm all at supper t'other Night: 151:99,025[B ]| They with far less attraction draw, 151:99,026[B ]| They give us Love, you give us Law, 151:99,027[B ]| Your Charms the winds and seas will move, 151:99,028[B ]| But 'tis to wonder, not to Love. 151:99,029[B ]| Your only danger is, least they 151:99,030[B ]| Stiff with amazement should becalm your way. 151:99,031[B ]| But should they all want breath to make a gale, 151:99,032[B ]| What's sent in prayers for you will fill your sail; 151:99,033[B ]| What brought you hither will your way secure, 151:99,034[B ]| Courage and kindness can no slip endure; 151:99,035[B ]| The winds will do as much for you. 151:99,036[B ]| Yet since our birth the English Ocean boasts, 151:99,037[B ]| We hope sometimes to see you on these Coasts, 151:99,038[B ]| And we will order for you as you pass, 151:99,039[B ]| Winds soft as Lovers' vows, waves smooth as glass. 151:99,040[B ]| Each Deity shall you befriend, 151:99,041[B ]| And all the Sea-Nimphs shall attend; 151:99,042[B ]| But if because a Ship's too straight, 151:99,043[B ]| Or else unworthy such a freight, 151:99,044[B ]| A Coach more useful would appear 151:99,045[B ]| That and six Danish Steeds you know are here. 152:01,000[' ]| 152:01,000[' ]| 152:01,000[' ]| <23d of Aprill, and dy'd the 2d of May> 152:01,000[' ]| <1655. set by Mr Lawes> 152:01,001[A ]| Twice Forty moneths in wedlock I did stay, 152:01,002[A ]| Then had my vows crown'd with a lovely boy. 152:01,003[A ]| And yet in forty days he dropt away; 152:01,004[A ]| O! swift vicissitude of humane Joy! 152:01,005[A ]| I did but see him, and he disappear'd, 152:01,006[A ]| I did but touch the Rose=bud, and it fell; 152:01,007[A ]| A sorrow unfore=seen and scarcely fear'd, 152:01,008[A ]| Soe ill can mortalls their afflictions spell. 152:01,009[A ]| And now (sweet Babe) what can my trembling heart 152:01,010[A ]| Suggest to right my doleful fate or thee? 152:01,011[A ]| Tears are my Muse, and sorrow all my Art, 152:01,012[A ]| So piercing groans must be thy Elogy. 152:01,013[A ]| Thus whilst no eye is witness of my mone, 152:01,014[A ]| I grieve thy loss (Ah, boy too dear to live!) 152:01,015[A ]| And let the unconcerned World alone, 152:01,016[A ]| Who neither will, nor can refreshment give. 152:01,017[A ]| An Off'ring too for thy sad Tomb I have, 152:01,018[A ]| Too just a tribute to thy early Herse; 152:01,019[A ]| Receive these gasping numbers to thy grave, 152:01,020[A ]| The last of thy unhappy Mother's Verse. 152:02,000[' ]| 152:02,001[A ]| Ah, lovely Celimena! why 152:02,002[A ]| Are you so full of charms, 152:02,003[A ]| That neither Sex can from them flie, 152:02,004[A ]| Nor take against them arms? 152:02,005[A ]| Others in time may gain a part, 152:02,006[A ]| But you at once snatch all the heart. 152:02,007[A ]| Dear Tyrant, why will you subdue 152:02,008[A ]| Orinda's trivial heart, 152:02,009[A ]| Which can no triumph add to you, 152:02,010[A ]| Not meriting your dart? 152:02,011[A ]| And sure you will not grant it one, 152:02,012[A ]| If not for my sake, for your own. 152:02,013[A ]| For it has been by tenderness 152:02,014[A ]| Already so much bruis'd, 152:02,015[A ]| That at your Altars I may guess 152:02,016[A ]| It will be but refus'd. 152:02,017[A ]| For never Deity did prize 152:02,018[A ]| A torn and maimed Sacrifice. 152:02,019[A ]| But oh! what madness can or dare 152:02,020[A ]| Dispute this noble chain, 152:02,021[A ]| Which 'tis a greater thing to wear, 152:02,022[A ]| Than Empires to obtain? 152:02,023[A ]| To be your slave I more design, 152:02,024[A ]| Than to have all the world be mine. 152:02,025[A ]| Those glorious Fetters will create 152:02,026[A ]| A merit fit for them, 152:02,027[A ]| Repair the breaches made by Fate, 152:02,028[A ]| And whom they own redeem. 152:02,029[A ]| What thus ennobles and thus cures, 152:02,030[A ]| Can be no influence but yours. 152:02,031[A ]| Pardon th' Ambition of my aim, 152:02,032[A ]| Who love you at that rate, 152:02,033[A ]| That story cannot boast a flame 152:02,034[A ]| So lasting and so great. 152:02,035[A ]| I can be only kind and true, 152:02,036[A ]| But what else can be worthy you? 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,001[A ]| Though you (Great Sir) be Heaven's immediate Care, 152:03,002[A ]| Who shew'd your Danger, and then broke the Snare; 152:03,003[A ]| And our first Gratitude to that be due, 152:03,004[A ]| Yet there is much that must be pay'd to you: 152:03,005[A ]| For 'tis your Prudence Ireland's Peace secures, 152:03,006[A ]| Gives her her safety, and (what's dearer) yours. 152:03,007[A ]| Less honour from a Battell won is got, 152:03,008[A ]| Then to repel soe desperate a Plot; 152:03,009[A ]| Fortune with Courage oft plays booty there, 152:03,010[A ]| But single Vertue is Triumphant here; 152:03,011[A ]| Whilst your prevailing Genius does dispence, 152:03,012[A ]| At once its conduct and its Influence; 152:03,013[A ]| In vain the bold ungratefull Rebells aym 152:03,014[A ]| To overturn, when you support the Frame. 152:03,015[A ]| You, who three Potent Kingdoms late have seen 152:03,016[A ]| Tremble with fury, and yet stedfast been; 152:03,017[A ]| Who on afflicted Majesty could wait, 152:03,018[A ]| When it was seemingly forsook by Fate; 152:03,019[A ]| Whose settled Loyalty no Storm dismay'd, 152:03,020[A ]| Nor the more flattering Mischiefs could disswade; 152:03,021[A ]| And having 'scap'd so dangerous a Coast, 152:03,022[A ]| Could you now fall, expiring Treason's boast? 152:03,023[A ]| Or was it hop'd by this contemned Crew, 152:03,024[A ]| That you could Fortune and not them subdue? 152:03,025[A ]| But whilst these Wretches at this impious rate, 152:03,026[A ]| Will buy the Knowledge of your Mighty Fate; 152:03,027[A ]| Annalls and Fame to all the world shall tell, 152:03,028[A ]| You suffer'd bravely, and you rule as well. 152:03,029[A ]| You shall secure your King's entrusted Crown, 152:03,030[A ]| Assisted by his Fortune, and your Own; 152:03,031[A ]| And whilst his Sword Kingdoms abroad bestows, 152:03,032[A ]| You, with the next renown, shall this dispose. 152:04,000[' ]| 152:04,000[' ]| 152:04,001[A ]| Great Pompey's Fame from Egypt made escape, 152:04,002[A ]| And flies to you for succour in this shape: 152:04,003[A ]| A shape, which, I assur'd him, would appear, 152:04,004[A ]| Nor fit for you to see, nor him to wear. 152:04,005[A ]| Yet he says, Madam, he's resolv'd to come, 152:04,006[A ]| And run a hazard of a second doom: 152:04,007[A ]| But still he hopes to bribe you, by that trust 152:04,008[A ]| You may be kind, but cannot be unjust; 152:04,009[A ]| Each of whose favours will delight him more 152:04,010[A ]| Than all the Lawrels that his temples wore: 152:04,011[A ]| Yet if his Name and his misfortunes fall, 152:04,012[A ]| He thinks my intercession will prevail; 152:04,013[A ]| And whilst my Numbers would relate his end, 152:04,014[A ]| Not like a Judge you'l listen, but a friend; 152:04,015[A ]| For how can either of us fear your frown, 152:04,016[A ]| Since he and I are both so much your own. 152:04,017[A ]| But when you wonder at my bold design, 152:04,018[A ]| Remember who did that high task enjoin; 152:04,019[A ]| Th'illustrious Orrery, whose least command, 152:04,020[A ]| You would more wonder if I could withstand: 152:04,021[A ]| Of him I cannot which is hardest tell, 152:04,022[A ]| Or not to praise him, or to praise him well; 152:04,023[A ]| Who on that height from whence true glory came, 152:04,024[A ]| Does there possess and thence distribute fame; 152:04,025[A ]| Where all their Lyres the willing Muses bring, 152:04,026[A ]| To learn of him whatever they shall sing; 152:04,027[A ]| Since all must yield, whilst there are Books or Men, 152:04,028[A ]| The Universal Empire to his Pen; 152:04,029[A ]| Oh! had that powerfull genius but inspir'd 152:04,030[A ]| The feeble hand, whose service he requir'd, 152:04,031[A ]| It had your justice then, not mercy pray'd, 152:04,032[A ]| Had pleas'd you more, and better him obey'd. 152:05,000[' ]| 152:05,000[' ]| 152:05,001[A ]| At Obsequies where so much grief is due, 152:05,002[A ]| The Muses are in solemn mourning too, 152:05,003[A ]| And by their dead astonishment confess, 152:05,004[A ]| They can lament this loss, though not express: 152:05,005[A ]| Nay, if those ancient Bards had seen this Herse, 152:05,006[A ]| Who once in British shades spoke living Verse, 152:05,007[A ]| Their high concern for him had made them be 152:05,008[A ]| Apter to weep, than write his Elogy. 152:05,009[A ]| When on our Land that flood of woes was sent, 152:05,010[A ]| Which swallow'd all things sacred as it went, 152:05,011[A ]| The injur'd Arts and Vertues made his breast 152:05,012[A ]| The Ark wherein they did securely rest: 152:05,013[A ]| For as that old one was toss'd up and down, 152:05,014[A ]| And yet the angry billows could not drown; 152:05,015[A ]| So Heav'n did him in this worse deluge save, 152:05,016[A ]| And made him triumph o're th' unquiet wave: 152:05,017[A ]| Who while he did with that wild storm contest, 152:05,018[A ]| Such real magnanimity express'd, 152:05,019[A ]| That he dar'd to be loyal, in a time 152:05,020[A ]| When 'twas a danger made, and thought a crime: 152:05,021[A ]| Duty, and not ambition, was his aim, 152:05,022[A ]| Who study'd Conscience ever More than Fame; 152:05,023[A ]| And thought it so desirable a thing, 152:05,024[A ]| To be prefer'd to suffer for his King, 152:05,025[A ]| That he all Fortune's spight had pardon'd her, 152:05,026[A ]| Had she not made his Prince a sufferer; 152:05,027[A ]| For whose lov'd cause he did both act and grieve, 152:05,028[A ]| And for it only did endure to live, 152:05,029[A ]| To teach the world what man can be and do, 152:05,030[A ]| Arm'd by Allegiance and Religion too. 152:05,031[A ]| His head and heart mutual assistance gave, 152:05,032[A ]| That being still so wise, and this so brave, 152:05,033[A ]| That 'twas acknowledg'd all he said and did, 152:05,034[A ]| From judgement, and from honour did proceed: 152:05,035[A ]| Such was the useful mixture of his mind, 152:05,036[A ]| 'Twas at once meek and knowing, stout and kind; 152:05,037[A ]| For he was civil, bountiful, and learn'd, 152:05,038[A ]| And for his Friends so generously concern'd, 152:05,039[A ]| That both his heart and house, his hand and tongue, 152:05,040[A ]| To them, more than himself, seem'd to belong; 152:05,041[A ]| As if to his wrong'd party he would be 152:05,042[A ]| Both an Example and Apology: 152:05,043[A ]| For when both Swords and Pens ceas'd the dispute, 152:05,044[A ]| His life alone Rebellion did confute. 152:05,045[A ]| But when his Vows propitious Heaven had heard, 152:05,046[A ]| And our unequal'd King at length appear'd, 152:05,047[A ]| As aged Simeon did his spirits yield, 152:05,048[A ]| When he had seen his dearest hopes fulfil'd; 152:05,049[A ]| He gladly saw the morning of that day, 152:05,050[A ]| Which Charles his growing splendour did display; 152:05,051[A ]| Then to Eternal joies made greater haste, 152:05,052[A ]| Because his present ones flow'd in so fast; 152:05,053[A ]| From which he fled, out of a pious fear, 152:05,054[A ]| Lest he by them should be rewarded here; 152:05,055[A ]| While his sad Country by his death have lost 152:05,056[A ]| Their noblest Pattern, and their greatest boast. 152:06,000[' ]| 152:06,001[A ]| Observe the weary birds e're night be done, 152:06,002[A ]| How they would fain call up the tardy Sun, 152:06,003[A ]| With Feathers hung with dew, 152:06,004[A ]| And trembling voices too, 152:06,005[A ]| They court their glorious Planet to appear, 152:06,006[A ]| That they may find recruits of spirits there. 152:06,007[A ]| The drooping Flowers hang their heads, 152:06,008[A ]| And languish down into their beds: 152:06,009[A ]| While Brooks more bold and fierce than they, 152:06,010[A ]| Wanting those beams, from whence 152:06,011[A ]| All things drink influence, 152:06,012[A ]| Openly murmur, and demand the day. 152:06,013[A ]| Thou, my Lucasia, art far more to me, 152:06,014[A ]| Than he to all the under-world can be; 152:06,015[A ]| From thee I've heat and light, 152:06,016[A ]| Thy absence makes my night. 152:06,017[A ]| But ah! my Friend, it now grows very long, 152:06,018[A ]| The sadness weighty, and the darkness strong: 152:06,019[A ]| My tears (its dew) dwell on my cheeks, 152:06,020[A ]| And still my heart thy dawning seeks, 152:06,021[A ]| And to thee mournfully it cries, 152:06,022[A ]| That if too long I wait, 152:06,023[A ]| Ev'n thou may'st come too late, 152:06,024[A ]| And not restore my life, but close my eyes. 152:07,000[' ]| 152:07,001[A ]| Forbear, fond heart (say I), torment no more 152:07,002[A ]| That Celimena whom thou dost adore; 152:07,003[A ]| For since so many of her Chains are proud, 152:07,004[A ]| How canst thou be distinguish'd in the crowd? 152:07,005[A ]| But say, bold trifler, what dost thou pretend? 152:07,006[A ]| Wouldst thou depose thy Saint into thy Friend? 152:07,007[A ]| Equality in friendship is requir'd, 152:07,008[A ]| Which here were criminal to be desir'd. 152:08,000[' ]| 152:08,000[' ]| 152:08,001[A ]| Forbear bold Youth, all's Heaven here, 152:08,002[A ]| And what you do aver, 152:08,003[A ]| To others Courtship may appear, 152:08,004[A ]| 'Tis Sacriledge to her. 152:08,005[A ]| She is a publick Deity, 152:08,006[A ]| And were't not very odd 152:08,007[A ]| She should depose her self to be 152:08,008[A ]| A petty Houshold God? 152:08,009[A ]| First make the Sun in private shine, 152:08,010[A ]| And bid the World adieu, 152:08,011[A ]| That so he may his beams confine 152:08,012[A ]| In complement to you. 152:08,013[A ]| But if of that you do despair, 152:08,014[A ]| Think how you did amiss, 152:08,015[A ]| To strive to fix her beams which are 152:08,016[A ]| More bright and large than this. 152:09,000[' ]| 152:09,000[' ]| 152:09,001[A ]| In your converse we best can read, 152:09,002[A ]| How constant we should be; 152:09,003[A ]| But, 'tis in losing that, we need 152:09,004[A ]| All your Philosophy. 152:09,005[A ]| How perish'd is the joy that's past, 152:09,006[A ]| The present how unsteady! 152:09,007[A ]| What comfort can be great, and last, 152:09,008[A ]| When this is gone already? 152:09,009[A ]| Yet that it subtly may torment, 152:09,010[A ]| The memory does remain; 152:09,011[A ]| For what was, when enjoy'd, content, 152:09,012[A ]| Is, in its absence, pain. 152:09,013[A ]| If you'll restore it, we'll not grieve 152:09,014[A ]| That Fate does now us sever; 152:09,015[A ]| 'Tis better by your gift to live, 152:09,016[A ]| Than by our own endeavour. 152:10,000[' ]| 152:10,001[A ]| To the officious Marble we commit 152:10,002[A ]| A Name, above the art of time or wit; 152:10,003[A ]| 'Tis righteous, Valiant Scipio, whose life we 152:10,004[A ]| Found the best Sermon, and best History: 152:10,005[A ]| Whose Courage was no Aguish, bru'tish heat, 152:10,006[A ]| But such as spoke him good, as well as great; 152:10,007[A ]| Which first Engaged his Arms to prop the State 152:10,008[A ]| Of the almost undone Palatinate, 152:10,009[A ]| And help the Nether-Lands to stem the tide 152:10,010[A ]| Of Rome's ambition, and the Austrian Pride; 152:10,011[A ]| Which shall in every History be fam'd, 152:10,012[A ]| Wherein Breda or Frankendale are name'd. 152:10,013[A ]| And when forced by his Country's angry Stars 152:10,014[A ]| To be a Party in her Civil Wars, 152:10,015[A ]| He so much conduct by his Valour taught, 152:10,016[A ]| So wisely govern'd, and so bravely Faught, 152:10,017[A ]| That the English Annals shall this Record bear: 152:10,018[A ]| None better could direct, or further dare. 152:10,019[A ]| Form'd both for War and Peace, was brave in fight, 152:10,020[A ]| And in Debate judicious and upright: 152:10,021[A ]| Religion was his first and highest care, 152:10,022[A ]| Which rul'd his Heart in Peace, his Hand in War: 152:10,023[A ]| Which at the least Sin made him tremble still, 152:10,024[A ]| And rather stand a Breach, than act an Ill; 152:10,025[A ]| For his great Heart did such a temper show, 152:10,026[A ]| Stout as a Rock, yet soft as melting Snow. 152:10,027[A ]| In him so prudent, and yet so sinsere, 152:10,028[A ]| The Serpent much, the Dove did more appear: 152:10,029[A ]| He was above the little arts of state, 152:10,030[A ]| And scorn'd to sell his peace to mend his Fate; 152:10,031[A ]| Anxious of nothing, but an inward spot, 152:10,032[A ]| His hand was open, but his Conscience not; 152:10,033[A ]| Just to his word, to all Religions kind, 152:10,034[A ]| In duty strict, in Bounty unconfin'd; 152:10,035[A ]| And yet so modest; 'twas to him less pain 152:10,036[A ]| To do great things, then hear them told again. 152:10,037[A ]| Perform, sad Stone, thy honourable trust, 152:10,038[A ]| Unto his memory and thy self be just; 152:10,039[A ]| For his immortal name shall thee befriend, 152:10,040[A ]| And pay thee back more fame then thou canst lend. 152:11,000[' ]| 152:11,000[' ]| 152:11,001[A ]| If noble things can noble thoughts infuse, 152:11,002[A ]| Your Art might even in me create a Muse, 152:11,003[A ]| And what you did inspire, you would Excuse. 152:11,004[A ]| But if it such a Miracle could do, 152:11,005[A ]| That Muse would not return you half your due, 152:11,006[A ]| Since 'twould my thanks, but not the praise pursue. 152:11,007[A ]| To praise your Art is then it self more hard, 152:11,008[A ]| Nor would it the Endeavour much regard, 152:11,009[A ]| Since it and Vertue are their own reward. 152:11,010[A ]| A Pencil from an Angel newly caught, 152:11,011[A ]| And Colours in the Morning's bosom sought, 152:11,012[A ]| Would make no picture, if by you not wrought. 152:11,013[A ]| But done by you it does no more admit 152:11,014[A ]| Of an Encomium from the highest Wit, 152:11,015[A ]| Then that another hand should equal it. 152:11,016[A ]| Yet whilst you with creating power vie, 152:11,017[A ]| Command the very spirit of the Eye, 152:11,018[A ]| And then reward it with Eternity: 152:11,019[A ]| Whilst your each touch does Life and Air convey, 152:11,020[A ]| Fetch the Soul out, like overcoming Day, 152:11,021[A ]| And I my friend repeated here Survey: 152:11,022[A ]| I by a Passive way may do you right, 152:11,023[A ]| Wearing in that what none could ere indite, 152:11,024[A ]| Your Panegyric, and my own delight. 152:12,000[' ]| 152:12,001[A ]| Whoever thinks that joys below 152:12,002[A ]| Can lasting be and great, 152:12,003[A ]| Let him behold this parting blow, 152:12,004[A ]| And cure his own deceit. 152:12,005[A ]| Alas! how soon are pleasures done, 152:12,006[A ]| Where Fortune has a Power! 152:12,007[A ]| How like to the declining Sun, 152:12,008[A ]| Or to the Withered Flower! 152:12,009[A ]| A thousand unconcerned Eyes 152:12,010[A ]| She'll suffer us to see, 152:12,011[A ]| But of those we chiefly prize, 152:12,012[A ]| We must deprived be. 152:12,013[A ]| But we may conquer if we will, 152:12,014[A ]| The wanton Tyrant teach, 152:12,015[A ]| That we have something left us still, 152:12,016[A ]| Which grows not in her reach. 152:12,017[A ]| The unseen string which fastens hearts, 152:12,018[A ]| Nor time nor chance ever tied, 152:12,019[A ]| Nor can it be in either's arts 152:12,020[A ]| Their unions to divide. 152:12,021[A ]| Where sympathy does Love convey, 152:12,022[A ]| It braves all other Powers, 152:12,023[A ]| Lucasia and Rosania, say, 152:12,024[A ]| Has it not formed ours? 152:12,025[A ]| If forty weeks converse has not 152:12,026[A ]| Been able yet to tie 152:12,027[A ]| Yours Souls in that Mysterious Knot, 152:12,028[A ]| How wretched then am I. 152:12,029[A ]| But if I read in either's Mind, 152:12,030[A ]| As sure I hope I do, 152:12,031[A ]| That each to other is combined, 152:12,032[A ]| Absence will make it true. 152:12,033[A ]| No accident will ever surprise, 152:12,034[A ]| Or make your kindness start; 152:12,035[A ]| Although you lose each other's Eyes, 152:12,036[A ]| You'll faster keep the Heart. 152:12,037[A ]| Letters as kind as Turtle-Doves, 152:12,038[A ]| And undisguised as thought, 152:12,039[A ]| Will entertain those fervent Loves 152:12,040[A ]| Which have each other bought. 152:12,041[A ]| Till Fortune, vexed with the sight 152:12,042[A ]| Of Faith so free from stain, 152:12,043[A ]| Shall then grow weary of her spite, 152:12,044[A ]| And let you meet again. 152:12,045[A ]| Wherein may you that Rapture find, 152:12,046[A ]| That sister Cherals have, 152:12,047[A ]| When I am in my Rocks confined, 152:12,048[A ]| Or sealed up in my Grave. 152:13,000[' ]| 152:13,001[A ]| Shine out, rich Soul! to greatness be, 152:13,002[A ]| What it can never be to thee, 152:13,003[A ]| An ornament; thou canst restore 152:13,004[A ]| The lustre which it had before 152:13,005[A ]| These ruins; own it, and 'twill live; 152:13,006[A ]| Thy favour's more than Kings can give. 152:13,007[A ]| Hast more above all titles then 152:13,008[A ]| The bearers are above common men; 152:13,009[A ]| And so heroic art within, 152:13,010[A ]| Thou must descend to be a Queen. 152:13,011[A ]| Yet honour may convenient prove, 152:13,012[A ]| By giving thy Soul room to move: 152:13,013[A ]| Affording scene unto that mind, 152:13,014[A ]| Which is too great to be confined. 152:13,015[A ]| Wert thou with single virtue stored, 152:13,016[A ]| To be approved, but not adored, 152:13,017[A ]| Thou mightst retire; but who ever meant 152:13,018[A ]| A Palace for a Tenement? 152:13,019[A ]| Heaven has so built thee, that we find 152:13,020[A ]| Thee buried when thou art confined: 152:13,021[A ]| If thou in privacy wouldst live, 152:13,022[A ]| Yet lustre to thy virtues give; 152:13,023[A ]| To stifle them for want of air, 152:13,024[A ]| Injurious is to Heaven's care. 152:13,025[A ]| If thou wilt be immured, where 152:13,026[A ]| Shall thy obliging soul appear? 152:13,027[A ]| Where shall thy generous prudence be, 152:13,028[A ]| And where thy magnanimity? 152:13,029[A ]| Nay, thy own Darling thou dost hide, 152:13,030[A ]| Thy self-denial is denied; 152:13,031[A ]| For he that never greatness tries, 152:13,032[A ]| Can never safely it despise. 152:13,033[A ]| That Antoninus writ well, when 152:13,034[A ]| He held a Sceptre and a Pen: 152:13,035[A ]| Less credit Solomon does bring 152:13,036[A ]| As a Philosopher than King; 152:13,037[A ]| So much advantage flows from hence, 152:13,038[A ]| To write by our Experience. 152:13,039[A ]| Diogenes I must suspect 152:13,040[A ]| Of envy, more than wise neglect, 152:13,041[A ]| When he his Prince so ill did treat, 152:13,042[A ]| And so much spurned at the great: 152:13,043[A ]| A censure is not clear from those 152:13,044[A ]| Whom Fate subjects, or does depose; 152:13,045[A ]| Nor can we greatness understand 152:13,046[A ]| From an oppressed or fallen hand: 152:13,047[A ]| But 'tis some Prince must that define, 152:13,048[A ]| Or one that freely did resign. 152:13,049[A ]| A great Almanzor teaches thus, 152:13,050[A ]| Or else a Dionysius. 152:13,051[A ]| For to know Grandeur we must live 152:13,052[A ]| In that, and not in perspective; 152:13,053[A ]| Vouchsafe the trial then, that thou 152:13,054[A ]| Mayst safely wield, yet disallow 152:13,055[A ]| The World's temptations, and be still 152:13,056[A ]| Above whatever would thee fill. 152:13,057[A ]| Convince mankind, there's somewhat more 152:13,058[A ]| Great than the titles they adore: 152:13,059[A ]| Stand near them, and 'twill soon be known 152:13,060[A ]| Thou hast more splendour of thy own; 152:13,061[A ]| Yield to the wanting Age, and be 152:13,062[A ]| Channel of true Nobility: 152:13,063[A ]| For from thy Womb such Heroes needs must arise, 152:13,064[A ]| Who Honours will deserve, and can despise. 152:14,000[' ]| 152:14,001[A ]| While you the double joy obtain 152:14,002[A ]| Of what you give, and what you gain: 152:14,003[A ]| Friendship, who owes you so much Fame, 152:14,004[A ]| Commands my Tribute to your Name. 152:14,005[A ]| Friendship that was almost forlorn, 152:14,006[A ]| Sunk under every Critic's scorn; 152:14,007[A ]| But that your genius her protects, 152:14,008[A ]| Had fled the World, at least the Sex. 152:14,009[A ]| You have restored them and us, 152:14,010[A ]| Whence both are happy; Caesar thus 152:14,011[A ]| Owed Rome the glories of his Reign, 152:14,012[A ]| And Rome owed him as much again. 152:14,013[A ]| You in your friend those joys have found 152:14,014[A ]| Which all Relations can propound; 152:14,015[A ]| What Nature does among them disperse, 152:14,016[A ]| You multiply in her Converse. 152:14,017[A ]| You her Enjoyment have pursued 152:14,018[A ]| In Company, and Solitude; 152:14,019[A ]| And wheresoever she'll retire, 152:14,020[A ]| There's the Diversion you desire. 152:14,021[A ]| Your joys by this are more immense, 152:14,022[A ]| And heat contracted grows intense; 152:14,023[A ]| And friendship to be such to you, 152:14,024[A ]| Will make these Pleasures, Honours too. 152:14,025[A ]| Be to each other that Content, 152:14,026[A ]| As to your Sex you are Ornament; 152:14,027[A ]| And may your hearts by mixture lost, 152:14,028[A ]| Be still each others Bliss and Boast, 152:14,029[A ]| Impossible your Parting be 152:14,030[A ]| As that you ever should disagree; 152:14,031[A ]| And then even Death your friend will prove, 152:14,032[A ]| And both at once (though late) remove. 152:14,033[A ]| But that you may severely live, 152:14,034[A ]| You must the offending World forgive, 152:14,035[A ]| And to employ your Charity, 152:14,036[A ]| You have an Object now in me. 152:14,037[A ]| My Pen, so much for you unfit, 152:14,038[A ]| Presents my Heart, though not my Wit; 152:14,039[A ]| Which Heart admires what you express, 152:14,040[A ]| More than what Monarchs do possess. 152:14,041[A ]| Fear not infection from my Fate, 152:14,042[A ]| Though I must be unfortunate, 152:14,043[A ]| For having paid my Vows due, I 152:14,044[A ]| Shall soon withdraw, wither and die. 152:15,000[' ]| 152:15,000[' ]| 152:15,001[A ]| To you, who, in your selves, do comprehend 152:15,002[A ]| All you can wish, and all we can commend; 152:15,003[A ]| Whom worth does guide, and destiny obey, 152:15,004[A ]| What Offerings can the useless Muses pay? 152:15,005[A ]| Each must at once suspend her charming Lyre, 152:15,006[A ]| Till she hath learnt from you what to inspire: 152:15,007[A ]| Well may they wonder to observe a Knot, 152:15,008[A ]| So curiously by Love and Fortune wrought, 152:15,009[A ]| To which propitious Heaven did decree, 152:15,010[A ]| All things on earth should tributary be; 152:15,011[A ]| By gentle, sure, but unperceived degrees, 152:15,012[A ]| As the Sun's motion, or the growth of Trees, 152:15,013[A ]| Does Providence our wills to hers incline, 152:15,014[A ]| And makes all accidents serve her design: 152:15,015[A ]| Her Pencil (Sir) within your breast did draw 152:15,016[A ]| The Picture of a Face you never saw, 152:15,017[A ]| With touches, which so sweet were and so true, 152:15,018[A ]| By them alone the original you knew; 152:15,019[A ]| And at that sight with satisfaction yield 152:15,020[A ]| Your freedom, which till then maintained the field. 152:15,021[A ]| 'Twas by the same mysterious power too, 152:15,022[A ]| That she has been so long reserved for you; 152:15,023[A ]| Whose noble passion, with submissive art, 152:15,024[A ]| Disarmed her scruples, and subdued her heart. 152:15,025[A ]| And now that at the last your Souls are tied, 152:15,026[A ]| Whom floods nor difficulties could divide, 152:15,027[A ]| Even you that beauteous Union may admire, 152:15,028[A ]| Which was at once Heaven's care, and your desire. 152:15,029[A ]| You are so happy in each other's love, 152:15,030[A ]| And in assured protection from above, 152:15,031[A ]| That we no wish can add unto your bliss, 152:15,032[A ]| But that it should continue as it is. 152:15,033[A ]| O! may it so, and may the wheel of Fate, 152:15,034[A ]| In you no more change than she feels, create; 152:15,035[A ]| And may you still your happinesses find, 152:15,036[A ]| Not on your Fortune growing, but your mind, 152:15,037[A ]| Whereby the shafts of Chance as vain will prove, 152:15,038[A ]| As all things else did that opposed your Love. 152:15,039[A ]| Be kind and happy to that great degree, 152:15,040[A ]| As may instruct latest Posterity, 152:15,041[A ]| From so revered a President to frame 152:15,042[A ]| Rules to their duty, to their wishes aim. 152:15,043[A ]| May the vast Sea for your sake quit his pride, 152:15,044[A ]| And grow so smooth, while on his breast you ride, 152:15,045[A ]| As may not only bring you to your Port, 152:15,046[A ]| But show how all things do your virtues court. 152:15,047[A ]| May every object give you new delight, 152:15,048[A ]| May Time forget his Scythe, and Fate his Spite; 152:15,049[A ]| And may you never other sorrow know, 152:15,050[A ]| But what your pity feels for other's woe; 152:15,051[A ]| May your compassion be like that Divine, 152:15,052[A ]| Which relieves all on whom it does but shine, 152:15,053[A ]| Whilst you produce a Race that may inherit 152:15,054[A ]| All your great stock of Beauty, Fame, and Merit. 152:16,000[' ]| 152:16,000[' ]| <1664> 152:16,001[A ]| That private shade, wherein my Muse was bred, 152:16,002[A ]| She always hoped might hide her humble head; 152:16,003[A ]| Believing the retirement she had chose, 152:16,004[A ]| Might yield her, if not pardon, yet repose; 152:16,005[A ]| Nor other repetitions did expect, 152:16,006[A ]| Then what our Echoes from the Rocks reflect. 152:16,007[A ]| But hurried from her Cave with wild affright, 152:16,008[A ]| And dragged maliciously into the Light; 152:16,009[A ]| (Which makes her like the Hebrew Virgin mourn, 152:16,010[A ]| When from her face her veil was rudely torn.) 152:16,011[A ]| To you (my Lord) she now for succour calls, 152:16,012[A ]| And at your feet, with just confusion falls. 152:16,013[A ]| But she will thank the Wrong deserved her Hate, 152:16,014[A ]| If it procure her that Auspicious Fate, 152:16,015[A ]| That the same wing may over her be cast, 152:16,016[A ]| Where the best Church of all the World is placed, 152:16,017[A ]| And under which when she is once retired, 152:16,018[A ]| She really may come to be inspired; 152:16,019[A ]| And by the Wonders which she there shall view, 152:16,020[A ]| May raise her self to such a Theme as you, 152:16,021[A ]| Who were preserved to Govern and Restore 152:16,022[A ]| That Church whose Confessor you were before; 152:16,023[A ]| And show by your unwearied present Care, 152:16,024[A ]| Your sufferings are not ended, though hers are: 152:16,025[A ]| For whilst your Crosier her defence secures, 152:16,026[A ]| You purchase her Rest with the Loss of yours; 152:16,027[A ]| And Heaven who first refined your worth, and then 152:16,028[A ]| Gave it so large and eminent a Scene, 152:16,029[A ]| Hath paid you what was many ways your due, 152:16,030[A ]| And done it self a greater right then you. 152:16,031[A ]| For after such a rough and tedious Storm 152:16,032[A ]| Had torn the Church, and done her so much harm; 152:16,033[A ]| And (though at length rebuked, yet) left behind 152:16,034[A ]| Such angry relics, in the Wave and Wind; 152:16,035[A ]| No Pilot could, whose skill or Faith were less, 152:16,036[A ]| Manage the shattered Vessel with success. 152:16,037[A ]| The Piety of the Apostles' Times, 152:16,038[A ]| And Courage to resist this Age's Crimes, 152:16,039[A ]| Majestic sweetness, tempered and refined, 152:16,040[A ]| In a Polite and Comprehensive Mind, 152:16,041[A ]| Were all required Her Ruins to repair, 152:16,042[A ]| And all united in her Primate are. 152:16,043[A ]| In your Aspect, so Candid and Serene, 152:16,044[A ]| The Conscience of such Virtue may be seen, 152:16,045[A ]| As from the sullen Schismatic gains consent 152:16,046[A ]| A Church-man may be Great and Innocent. 152:16,047[A ]| This shall those Men reproach, if not Reduce, 152:16,048[A ]| And take away their fault, or their excuse, 152:16,049[A ]| Whilst in your Life and Government appear 152:16,050[A ]| All that the Pious wish, and Factious fear. 152:16,051[A ]| Since the prevailing Cross her Ensigns spread, 152:16,052[A ]| And Pagan Gods from Christian Bishops fled, 152:16,053[A ]| Time's curious Eye, till now, hath never spied 152:16,054[A ]| The Church's Helm so happily supplied: 152:16,055[A ]| Merit and Providence so fitly met, 152:16,056[A ]| The Worthiest Prelate in the highest Seat. 152:16,057[A ]| If Noble things can Noble Thoughts infuse, 152:16,058[A ]| Your Life (my Lord) may, even in me, produce 152:16,059[A ]| Such Raptures, that, of their Rich Fury Proud, 152:16,060[A ]| I may, perhaps, dare to repeat aloud; 152:16,061[A ]| Assured, the World that Ardour will excuse, 152:16,062[A ]| Applaud the subject, and forgive the Muse. 152:17,000[' ]| 152:17,000[' ]| 152:17,000[A ]| Madam, 152:17,001[A ]| As some untimely Flower, whose bashful head 152:17,002[A ]| (Ready to drop into her humble Bed) 152:17,003[A ]| Is rescu'd by the Sun's prevailing Ray, 152:17,004[A ]| To share that Light with which he guilds the Day; 152:17,005[A ]| So this Translation, of strict Eyes afraid, 152:17,006[A ]| With conscious blushes would have sought a shade, 152:17,007[A ]| When your resistless Power did Orders give, 152:17,008[A ]| Thus to recall the timerous Fugitive, 152:17,009[A ]| Which to your breath must all her being own, 152:17,010[A ]| Thrive when you smile, and wither if you frown. 152:17,011[A ]| Yet from submission this assurance grows, 152:17,012[A ]| That you'll protect the Person you expose, 152:17,013[A ]| Who more delight from such a shelter draws, 152:17,014[A ]| Than to obtain, or to desire applause, 152:17,015[A ]| And your indulgence would much rather chuse, 152:17,016[A ]| Than to be Favorite to every Muse. 152:17,017[A ]| For even they request to wait on you, 152:17,018[A ]| Who can best judge, and best reward them too; 152:17,019[A ]| You, who are more than Poets can invent, 152:17,020[A ]| Of most illustrious and most innocent, 152:17,021[A ]| Under your beams their faint Ideas sink, 152:17,022[A ]| And you more nobly live than they could think. 152:17,023[A ]| In you the humble and the brave are met, 152:17,024[A ]| To shew what's truly, and what's only great; 152:17,025[A ]| And all the Cliffords Fame in you does shine, 152:17,026[A ]| The greatest Honour of the Noblest Line: 152:17,027[A ]| To whom your debt of splendour you have paid, 152:17,028[A ]| And that (and more) to after times convey'd, 152:17,029[A ]| In such a Race as must those wonders do, 152:17,030[A ]| That none could act but they, inspire but you. 152:17,031[A ]| But as your Merit does all Praise excell, 152:17,032[A ]| So does your Mercy all injurious zeal; 152:17,033[A ]| And in you that ador'd advantage live, 152:17,034[A ]| That nothing else is left you to forgive: 152:17,035[A ]| But ev'n your goodness will its self outshine, 152:17,036[A ]| If it can pardon this Address of mine. 152:17,037[A ]| So Altars once did Fire from Heaven enjoy, 152:17,038[A ]| Sent but to kindle what it might destroy. 152:18,000[' ]| 152:18,001[A ]| Since affairs of the State are already decreed, 152:18,002[A ]| Make room for Affairs of the Court; 152:18,003[A ]| Employment and Pleasure each other succeed, 152:18,004[A ]| Because they each other support. 152:18,005[A ]| Were Princes confin'd 152:18,006[A ]| From slackening their Mind, 152:18,007[A ]| When by Care it is rufled and Curl'd, 152:18,008[A ]| A Crown would appear 152:18,009[A ]| To heavy to wear, 152:18,010[A ]| And no Man would govern the World. 152:18,011[A ]| If the Gods themselves, who have power enough, 152:18,012[A ]| In diversions are various, and oft; 152:18,013[A ]| Since the business of Kings is angry and rough, 152:18,014[A ]| Their Intervals ought to be soft. 152:18,015[A ]| Were Princes confin'd, &c. 152:18,016[A ]| To our Monarch we owe whatsoe're we enjoy: 152:18,017[A ]| And no grateful Subjects were those, 152:18,018[A ]| Who would not the safety, he gives them, employ 152:18,019[A ]| To contribute to his repose. 152:18,020[A ]| Were Princes confin'd, &c. 152:19,000[' ]| 152:19,001[A ]| See how Victorious Caesar's Pride 152:19,002[A ]| Does Neptune's Bosom sweep! 152:19,003[A ]| And with Thessalian Fortune ride 152:19,004[A ]| In Triumph o're the Deep. 152:19,005[A ]| What Rival of the Gods is this 152:19,006[A ]| Who dare's do more then they? 152:19,007[A ]| Whose Feet the Fates themselves do kiss, 152:19,008[A ]| And Sea and Land obey. 152:19,009[A ]| What can the Fortunate withstand? 152:19,010[A ]| For this resistless He, 152:19,011[A ]| Rivers of Blood brings on the Land, 152:19,012[A ]| And Bulwarks on the Sea. 152:19,013[A ]| Since Gods as well as Men submit, 152:19,014[A ]| And Caesar's favour woe, 152:19,015[A ]| Virtue her self may think it fit 152:19,016[A ]| That Egypt court him too. 152:19,017[A ]| But Pompey's Head's a rate too dear, 152:19,018[A ]| For by that impious price 152:19,019[A ]| The God less Noble will appear 152:19,020[A ]| Than do's the Sacrifice. 152:19,021[A ]| If Justice be a thing divine, 152:19,022[A ]| The Gods should it maintain; 152:19,023[A ]| For us t'attempt what they decline, 152:19,024[A ]| Would be as rash as vain. 152:19,000[A ]| 152:19,025[A ]| How desperate is our Prince's Fate? 152:19,026[A ]| What hazzard does he run? 152:19,027[A ]| He must be wicked to be great, 152:19,028[A ]| Or to be just, undone. 152:20,000[' ]| 152:20,001[A ]| From lasting and unclouded Day, 152:20,002[A ]| From Joys refin'd above Allay, 152:20,003[A ]| And from a spring without decay, 152:20,004[A ]| I come, by Cynthia's borrow'd Beams, 152:20,005[A ]| To visit my Cornelia's Dreams, 152:20,006[A ]| And give them yet sublimer Theams. 152:20,007[A ]| Behold the Man thou Lov'dst before, 152:20,008[A ]| Pure streams have wash'd away his Gore, 152:20,009[A ]| And Pompey now shall bleed no more. 152:20,010[A ]| By Death my Glory I resume; 152:20,011[A ]| For 'twould have been a harsher Doom 152:20,012[A ]| T'outlive the Liberty of Rome. 152:20,013[A ]| By me her doubtfull fortune try'd, 152:20,014[A ]| Falling, bequeaths my Fame this Pride, 152:20,015[A ]| I for it liv'd, and with it Dy'd. 152:20,016[A ]| Nor shall my Vengeance be withstood, 152:20,017[A ]| Or unattended with a Flood 152:20,018[A ]| Of Roman and Egyptian Blood. 152:20,019[A ]| Caesar himself it shall Pursue, 152:20,020[A ]| His dayes shall troubled be, and few, 152:20,021[A ]| And he shall fall by Treason too. 152:20,022[A ]| He, by severity Divine, 152:20,023[A ]| Shall be an offering at my Shrine; 152:20,024[A ]| As I was his, he must be mine. 152:20,025[A ]| Thy stormie Life regret no more, 152:20,026[A ]| For Fate shall wait thee soon ashoar, 152:20,027[A ]| And to thy Pompey thee restore. 152:20,028[A ]| Where, past the fears of sad removes, 152:20,029[A ]| We'l entertain our spotless Loves, 152:20,030[A ]| In beauteous and Immortal Groves. 152:20,031[A ]| There none a Guilty Crown shall wear, 152:20,032[A ]| Nor Caesar be Dictator there, 152:20,033[A ]| Nor shall Cornelia shed a Tear. 152:21,000[' ]| 152:21,001[A ]| Proud Monuments of Royal Dust! 152:21,002[A ]| Do not your old Foundations shake, 152:21,003[A ]| And labour to resign their trust? 152:21,004[A ]| For sure your mighty Guests should wake, 152:21,005[A ]| Now their own Memphis lies at Stake. 152:21,006[A ]| Alas! in vain our Dangers call; 152:21,007[A ]| They care not for our Destiny, 152:21,008[A ]| Nor will they be concern'd at all 152:21,009[A ]| In Egypt now, enslav'd or free, 152:21,010[A ]| A Kingdom or a Province be. 152:21,011[A ]| What is become of all they did? 152:21,012[A ]| And what of all they had design'd? 152:21,013[A ]| Now death the busie Scene hath hid, 152:21,014[A ]| Where but in story shall we find 152:21,015[A ]| Those great disturbers of Mankind? 152:21,016[A ]| When Men their quiet Minutes spent 152:21,017[A ]| Where Mirtles grew and Fountains purl'd, 152:21,018[A ]| As safe as they were Innocent: 152:21,019[A ]| What angry God among them hurl'd 152:21,020[A ]| Ambition, to undoe the World? 152:21,021[A ]| What is the charm of being Great? 152:21,022[A ]| Which oft is gain'd and lost with Sin: 152:21,023[A ]| Or if w'attain a Royal seat, 152:21,024[A ]| With Guiltless steps, what do we win, 152:21,025[A ]| If Love and Honour fight within? 152:21,026[A ]| Honour, the Brightness of the Mind! 152:21,027[A ]| And love, her noblest extasie: 152:21,028[A ]| That does our selves, this others bind. 152:21,029[A ]| When you, great Pair, shall disagree, 152:21,030[A ]| What Casuist can the Umpire be? 152:21,031[A ]| Though Love does all the heart subdue, 152:21,032[A ]| With gentle, but resistless sway; 152:21,033[A ]| Yet Honour must that govern too: 152:21,034[A ]| And when thus Honour wins the Day, 152:21,035[A ]| Love overcomes the bravest way. 152:22,000[' ]| 152:22,001[A ]| Ascend a Throne, Great Queen! to you 152:22,002[A ]| By Nature, and by Fortune due; 152:22,003[A ]| And let the World adore 152:22,004[A ]| One who ambition could withstand, 152:22,005[A ]| Subdue revenge, and Love command, 152:22,006[A ]| On Honour's single score. 152:22,007[A ]| Ye mighty Roman shades, permit 152:22,008[A ]| That Pompey should above you sit, 152:22,009[A ]| He must be Deifi'd. 152:22,010[A ]| For who like him e're fought or fell? 152:22,011[A ]| What Hero ever liv'd so well, 152:22,012[A ]| Or who so greatly dy'd? 152:22,013[A ]| What cannot Glorious Caesar do? 152:22,014[A ]| How nobly does he fight and woe! 152:22,015[A ]| On Crowns how does he tread! 152:22,016[A ]| What mercie to the weak he shews, 152:22,017[A ]| How fierce is he to living Foes, 152:22,018[A ]| How pious to the dead! 152:22,019[A ]| Cornelia yet would challenge Tears, 152:22,020[A ]| But that the sorrow which she wears, 152:22,021[A ]| So charming is, and brave, 152:22,022[A ]| That it exalts her Honour more, 152:22,023[A ]| Then if she all the Scepters bore, 152:22,024[A ]| Her Generous Husband gave. 152:22,000[' ]| 152:22,025[A ]| Then after all the Blood that's shed, 152:22,026[A ]| Let's right the living and the dead: 152:22,027[A ]| Temples to Pompey raise; 152:22,028[A ]| Set Cleopatra on the Throne; 152:22,029[A ]| Let Caesar keep the World h' has won; 152:22,030[A ]| And sing Cornelia's praise. 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| <(who dy'd July the 11th 1657),> 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,001[B ]| Preserve, thou sad and sole Trustee 152:23,002[B ]| Of my deare husband's Memory, 152:23,003[B ]| These reliques of my broken heart, 152:23,004[B ]| Which I am forced to impart, 152:23,005[B ]| For since he so untimely dy'd, 152:23,006[B ]| And living pledges was deny'd, 152:23,007[B ]| Since days of mourning soon are done 152:23,008[B ]| And Tears do perish as they run, 152:23,009[B ]| Nay, since my Grief at Length must dy 152:23,010[B ]| (For that's no longer liv'd then I) 152:23,011[B ]| His name can live no way but one, 152:23,012[B ]| In an abiding faithfull Stone. 152:23,013[B ]| Tell then the unconcerned Eys 152:23,014[B ]| The value of thy Guest and Prize, 152:23,015[B ]| How good he was, usefull, and just, 152:23,016[B ]| How kind, how faithfull to his trust, 152:23,017[B ]| Which known, and when their sence propounds 152:23,018[B ]| How mournfully a widdow sounds, 152:23,019[B ]| They may instructed go from thee, 152:23,020[B ]| To follow him, and pitty me. 152:24,000[' ]| 152:24,001[A ]| Hee comes; whose brows though for a crowne soe fit, 152:24,002[A ]| Wounder and virtue have more crowend it. 152:24,003[A ]| Soe truly greate in glory of his owne, 152:24,004[A ]| While others rise, hee stoopes to take a crowne: 152:24,005[A ]| Whose unimpaled head long since became 152:24,006[A ]| The care of heaven, and the charge of fame. 152:24,007[A ]| This ceremony dazzels vulgare eyes, 152:24,008[A ]| But hee appeared more glorious to the wise 152:24,009[A ]| When hee, in Worc'ter's fatall day secured, 152:24,010[A ]| Was crowned with safty and with clouds immur'd, 152:24,011[A ]| Soe that (as those who once that Prophet sought) 152:24,012[A ]| Not him, but blindness the persuers caught. 152:24,013[A ]| While he by innocence and Angels Kept, 152:24,014[A ]| I'th midst of all those rude alarums slept, 152:24,015[A ]| Slept in the branches of the Loyall Tree, 152:24,016[A ]| Who for that service gains eternity. 152:24,017[A ]| In Ancient times, when men did heaven revere, 152:24,018[A ]| The shady groves theyer Artless Temples were, 152:24,019[A ]| Which when some Hero had delighted in, 152:24,020[A ]| By after ages they have hallowed binne; 152:24,021[A ]| Our Prince, preserved from Rebellion's Stroke, 152:24,022[A ]| Did then more truly consecrate the Oake; 152:24,023[A ]| Of which fame shall have better things to say, 152:24,024[A ]| Then of Apollo's favorite, the Bay; 152:24,025[A ]| And Oaken Wreaths henceforth shall only crowne 152:24,026[A ]| All that in Warr or peace can win renowne: 152:24,027[A ]| By CHARLES made sacred and with glory blest, 152:24,028[A ]| Since Kinges are Gods, and OURS of Kinges the best. 152:25,000[' ]| 152:25,000[' ]| 152:25,001[A ]| At such a time as this, when all conclude 152:25,002[A ]| Nothing but unconcernment can be rude, 152:25,003[A ]| The muses, Madam, will not be deny'd 152:25,004[A ]| To be the bride maides where you are the bride. 152:25,005[A ]| They know in what those wishes have design'd, 152:25,006[A ]| What bright opposers they are like to find, 152:25,007[A ]| Whose birth and beauty never will give way 152:25,008[A ]| To such obscure competitours as they. 152:25,009[A ]| But yet, as injur'd princes still do strive 152:25,010[A ]| To keep their title and their claime alive, 152:25,011[A ]| So they affirme they do but aske their due, 152:25,012[A ]| Having hereditary right in you. 152:25,013[A ]| And they againe would rather undergo 152:25,014[A ]| All that malicious ignorance could do, 152:25,015[A ]| When fortune all things sacred did oppresse, 152:25,016[A ]| Then in this brave ambition want successe. 152:25,017[A ]| Admit them, beauteous Madam, then to be 152:25,018[A ]| Attendants on this great solemnitie, 152:25,019[A ]| And every muse will in a charming straine 152:25,020[A ]| Your honour and their owne pretence maintaine. 152:25,021[A ]| The first your high extraction shall proclaime, 152:25,022[A ]| And what endear'd your Auncestors to fame, 152:25,023[A ]| Who do not more excell another stemme, 152:25,024[A ]| Then your illustrious father hath done them; 152:25,025[A ]| Who fortune's stratagems hath so surpast, 152:25,026[A ]| As flattery can not reach, nor envy blast; 152:25,027[A ]| In whom vice-gerence is a greater thing 152:25,028[A ]| Then any crowne, but that of England's King; 152:25,029[A ]| Whom foreigne princes do with envy see, 152:25,030[A ]| And would be subjects to be such as he. 152:25,031[A ]| Another shall your mother's glories raise, 152:25,032[A ]| And much her beautie, more her vertue praise; 152:25,033[A ]| Whose suffering in that noble way and cause, 152:25,034[A ]| More veneration then her greatnesse drawes, 152:25,035[A ]| And yet how justly is that greatnesse due, 152:25,036[A ]| Which she with so much ease can govern too! 152:25,037[A ]| Another shall of your great lover sing, 152:25,038[A ]| And with his fame inspire some nobler string, 152:25,039[A ]| Whom Nature made so handsome and so brave, 152:25,040[A ]| And fortune such a lovely mistresse gave. 152:25,041[A ]| This shall relate how fervently he woo'd, 152:25,042[A ]| And that, how generously 'twas understood: 152:25,043[A ]| Shall tell the charmes which did his heart invade, 152:25,044[A ]| And then the merits which did yours persuade. 152:25,045[A ]| But all the muses on you both shall treat, 152:25,046[A ]| Who are as justly kind, as you are great, 152:25,047[A ]| And by observing you, assure mankind 152:25,048[A ]| That love and fortune are no longer blind. 152:26,000[' ]| 152:26,001[A ]| Bless us, here's a doe indeed! 152:26,002[A ]| That she must so much Courtship need. 152:26,003[A ]| Scorn sirs so handsome on this face, 152:26,004[A ]| With such an unaffected grace, 152:26,005[A ]| That I could wish my sex were chang'd to be 152:26,006[A ]| A Lover onely of your cruelty. 152:26,007[A ]| Women, men say, are Fooles they know, 152:26,008[A ]| But what are they that call us so, 152:26,009[A ]| When their Sighes and Amorous ware, 152:26,010[A ]| But more serious Follies are. 152:26,011[A ]| What time wee spend to curle and dress our haire, 152:26,012[A ]| You spend to thinke us, though we are not, fayre. 152:26,013[A ]| What prittie dotage call you this, 152:26,014[A ]| To weep and groan and glance and kiss; 152:26,015[A ]| Unkindness makes your Heart to break, 152:26,016[A ]| And not a word of sence to speake, 152:26,017[A ]| And court the Careless, when with farr less paine, 152:26,018[A ]| Some wholsome Milkmayd would say yours againe. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,001[A ]| Why Amaranta still thus poore and vaine? 152:27,002[A ]| Why this Forbidden fruit againe? 152:27,003[A ]| Art thou by some strang Destiny decreed, 152:27,004[A ]| Onely to Love what thou canst never need? 152:27,005[A ]| The Genius of the World must be 152:27,006[A ]| Dissolv'd or discompos'd for Thee, 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,007[A ]| A just revenge for me on that cross Fate 152:27,008[A ]| That gave me such a State, 152:27,009[A ]| So contrary to all my Love and will, 152:27,010[A ]| That I suppose I am but dreaming still. 152:27,011[A ]| She could not Study out a way 152:27,012[A ]| Like this my Fancy to betray. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,013[A ]| Mistaken Iudg, alas; how partiall art: 152:27,014[A ]| 'Tis thy owne foolish heart 152:27,015[A ]| Creates thy mischiefes, and thy greatest skill 152:27,016[A ]| The measure of thy Torments is to fill. 152:27,017[A ]| A discomposed, wandring mind 152:27,018[A ]| In nothing can contentment find. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,019[A ]| But Juliana those desires that move 152:27,020[A ]| My heart are worth my love. 152:27,021[A ]| I owne no thought whose flames I feare to show, 152:27,022[A ]| Nor have a wish that others may not know. 152:27,023[A ]| Honour, goodness, mirth and witt, 152:27,024[A ]| My Fancy and my wishes fitt. 152:28,000[' ]| 152:28,000[' ]| 152:28,001[A ]| What Power is there in the conquering Eyes, 152:28,002[A ]| When such a person is theire Sacrifice? 152:28,003[A ]| It is their Fate that hee who could subdue 152:28,004[A ]| An Armed Host should conquered be by you. 152:28,005[A ]| He slights the Triumphs worne upon his brow, 152:28,007[A ]| And thankes the Foole that cals him Coward Now.