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lour pining sickness, and your restless pain, Z: It once the land affecting, and the main.

UPON A MOLE IN CELIA’S BOSOM. Vhen the glad news, that you were admiral, apple carce through the nation spread, 't was fear’d by all That lovely spot which thou dost see

2 "bat our great Charles, whose wisdom shines in you, In Celia's bosom was a bee, ne bould be perplexed how to chuse a new :

Who built her amorous spicy nest be o more than private was the joy and grief, l'th' hyblas of her either breast; ht: 'hat at the worst it gave our souls relief,

But, from close ivory hives she flew 'bat in our age such sense of virtue liv'd,

To suck the aromatic dew "hey joy'd so justly, and so justly griev'd. Which from the neighbour vale distils, Nature, her fairest light eclipsed, seems

Which parts those two twin-sister hills;
Flerself to suffer in these sad extremes;

There feasting on ambrosial meat,
Vhile not from thine alone thy blood retires, A rowling file of balmy sweet
K_ut from those cheeks which all the world admires. (As in soft murmurs, before death,

be stem thus threat'ned, and the sap, in thee Swan-like she sung) chok'd up her breath. da se troop all the branches of that noble tree;

So she in water did expire, sa heir beauties they, and we our love suspend, More precious than the phenix' fire; ungu ought can our wishes save thy health intend; Yet still her shadow there remajus Des lillies overcharg'd with rain, they bend (tend, Confin'd to those Elysian plains;

heir beauteous heads, and with high Heaven con- With this strict law, that who shall lay cold thee within their snowy arms, and cry,

His bold lips on that milky way, He is too faultless, and too young to die:" The sweet and smart from thence shall bring ..), like immortals, round about thee they

Of the bee's honey and her sting. it, that they fright approaching Death away.

'ho would not languish by so fair a train, o be lamented and restor'd again? r thus with-beld, what hasty soul would go,

AN HYMENEAL SONG hough to the blest ? O'er young Adonis so

ON THE NUPTIALS OF THE LADY ANNE WENTuir Venus mourn'd, and with the precious show'r f her warm tears cherish'd the springing Nower.

WURTH', AND THE LORD LOVELACE. The next support, fair hope of your great name, Break not the slumbers of the bride, nd second pillar of that noble frame,

But let the Sun in triumph ride, у loss of thee would no advantage have,

Scattering his beamy light; ut, step by step, pursues thee to thy grave.

When she awakes, he shall resign And now relentless Fate, about to end be line, which backward doth so far extend

His rrys, and she alone shall shine hat antique stock, which still the world supplies

In glory all the night. 'ith bravest spirits, and with brightest eyes,

For she, till day return, must keep ind Phæbus interposing, bade me say, [they,

An amorous vigil, and not steep Such storms no more shall shake that house; but

Her fair eyes in the dew of sleep. Like Neptune and his sea-born niece, shall be he shining glories of the land and sea,

Yet gently whisper as she lies, ith courage guard, and beauty warm our age,

And say her lord waits her uprise, nd lovers fill with like poetic rage.”

The priests at th’altar stay;
With flow'ry wreaths the virgin crew
Attend, while some with roses strew,

And myrtles trim the way.



Now to the temple and the priest
See her convey'd, thence to the feast;
Then back to bed, though not to rest.


For now, to crown his faith and truth,
We must admit the noble youth

To revel in love's sphere;
To rule, as chief intelligence,
That orb, and happy time dispense

To wretched lovers here.

TAY, coward blood, and do not yield o thy pale sister beauty's field, Vho, there displaying round her white Ensigns, hath usurp'd thy right; avading thy peculiar throne, 'he lip, where thou shouldst rule alone; ind on the cheek, where Nature's care illotted each an equal share, fer spreading lily only grows, Vhose niilky deluge drowns thy rose.

Quit not the field, faint blood, nor rush n the short sally of a blush pon thy sister foc, bit strive o keep an endless war alive; hough peace do petty states maintain, Jere war alone makes beauty reigo.

For there, exalted far above
All hope, fear, change, or they to move
The wheel that spins the fates of love;

1 This lady was the daughter of Thomas Wentworth, earl of Strafford, by his second wife, Arabella daughter of lord Clare. Her husband, mentioned here by the name of lord Lovelace, was Edward Watson lord Rockingham, progenitor of the present marquis of Rockingham.

They know no night, nor glaring noon,

Whose priest sung sweetest lays, thou didst appear Measure no hours of Sun or Moon,

A glorious mystery, so dark, so clear,
Nor mark Time's restless glass;

As Nature did intend
Their kisses measure, as they flow,

All should confess, but none might comprehend? Minutes, and there evibraces show The hours as they do pass.

Perhaps all other beauties share a light

Proportion'd to the sight Their motions the year's circle make,

Of weak mortality, scatt'ring such loose fires, And we from their conjunctions take

As stir desires,
Rules to make love an almanack.

And from the brain distil salt, amorous rheums;
Whilst thy immortal flame such dross consumes

And from the earthy mould

With purging fires severs the purer gold.

If so, then why in fame's immortal scrowl

Do we their names inroll, When I shall marry, if I do not find

Whose easy hearts and wanton eyes did sweat A wife thus moulded, I 'll create this mind :

With sensual beat? Nor from her noble birth, nor ample dower,

If Petrarch's unarm'd bosom catch a wound Beauty, or wit, shall she derive a power

From a light glance, must Laura be renown'd? To prejudice my right; but if she be

Or both a glory gain, A subject born, she shall be so to me,

He from ill-goveru'd love, she from disdain? As to the soul the flesh, as appetite To reason is; which shall our wills unite

Shall he more fam'd in his great art become In habits so confirm’d, as no rough sway

For wilful martyrdom? Shall once appear, if she but learn t' obey.

Shall he more title gain to chaste and fair, Por, in habitual virtues, sense is wrought

Through his despair? To that calm temper, as the body's thought

Is Troy more noble 'cause to ashes turn'd, To have nor blood vor gall, if wild and rude

Than virgin cities that yet nerer burn'de Passions of lust and anger are subdu'd;

Is fire, when it consumes When 't is the fair obedience to the soul

Temples, more fore, than when it melts perfumes ? Doth in the birth those swelling acts controul. If I in murder steep my furious rage,

'Cause Venus from the ocean took her form. Or with adult'ry my hot lust assuage,

Must love needs be a storm? Will it suffice to say, “ My sense, the beast,

'Cause she her wanton shrines in islands rears, Provok'd me to 't ?” Could I my soul divest,

Through seas of tears, My plea were good. Lions and bulls commit

O'er rocks and gulphs, with our own sighs for gale, Both freely, but man must in judgment sit,

Must we to Cyprus or to Paphos sail? And tame this beast; for Adam was not free,

Can there no way be given, When in excuse he said, “ Eve gave it me:"

But a true Hell, that leads to her false Hearen? Had he not eaten, she perhaps had been Unpunish'd; his consent made her's a sin.



Why should dull Art, which is wise Nature's ape,

If she produce a shape
So far beyond all patterns that of old

Fell from her mould,
As thine, admir'd Lucinda! not bring forth
An equal wonder to express that worth

In some new way, that hath,
Like her great work, no print of vuigar path?

In the first ruder age, when Love was wild,
Not yet by laws reclaim'd, not reconcil'd
To order, nor by reason mann'd, but flew,
Full-plum’d by nature, on the instant view,
Upon the wings of appetite, at all
The eye could fair, or sense delightful call,
Election was not yet; but as their cheap
Food from the oak, or the next acorn-beap,
As water from the nearest spring or brook,
So men their undistinguish'd females took
Bychance, not choice. But soon the heavenly spark,
That in man's bosom lurkd, broke through this dark
Confusion; then the noblest breast first felt
Itself for its own proper object melt.

Is it because the rapes of poetry,

Riding the spacious sky
Of all his fires, light, beauty, intluence,

Did those dispense
On airy creations that surpast
The real works of Nature, she at last,

To prove their raptures vain,
Show'd such a light as poets could not feign?


Or is it 'cause the factious wits did vie

With vain idolatry,
Whose goldess was supreme, and so had hurlid

Schism through the world,

Mark how this polish'd eastern sheet
Doth with our northern tincture meet;
For thougà the paper seem to sink,
Yet it receives and bears the ink;

And on her smooth, soft brow these spots, Hills of milk with azure mix'd
Seem rather ornaments than blots,

Swell beneath,
Like those you ladies use to place

Waving sweetly, yet still fix'd, Mysteriously about your face;

While she doth breathe. Not only to set off and break

From those hills descends a valley
Sharlows and eye-beams, but to speak

Where all fall, that dare to dally,
To the skill'd lover, and relate,
Unheard, bis sad or happy fate.

As fair pillars under stand
Nor do their characters delight,

Statues two, As careless works of black and white:

Whiter than the silver swan But 'cause you underneath may find

That swims in Po; A sense that can inform the mind;

If at any time they move her,
Divine or moral rules impart,

Every stept begets a lover.
Or raptures of poetic art :
So what at first was only fit

All this but the casket is
To fold up silks, may wrap up wit.

Which contains
Such a jewel, as the miss

Breeds endless pains;

That 's her mind, and they that know it

May admire, but cannot show it.



Grieve not, my Celia, but with haste

Obey the fury of thy fate,
'T is some perfection to waste

Discreetly out our wretched state,
To be obedient in this sense
Will prove thy virtue, though offence.
Who knows but Destiny may relent,

For many miracles have been,
Thou proving thus obedient

To all the griefs she plung'd thee in; And then the certainty she meant Reverted is by accident.

But yet I must confess 't is much,

When we remember what hath been, Tbus parting never more to touch,

To let eternal absence in; Though never was our pleasure yet So pure, but chance distracted it.

What, shall we then submit to Fate,

And die to one another's love?
No, Celia, no, my soul doth hate

Those lovers that inconstant prove.
Pate may be cruel, but if you decline,
The crime is yours, and all the glory mine.

As one that strives, being sick, and sick to death,
By changing places, to preserve a breath,
A tedious restless breath, removes and tries
A thousand rooms, a thousand policies,
To cozeu pain, when he thinks to find ease,
At last he finds all change, but his disease;
So (like a ball with fire and powder filld)
I restless ain, yet live, each minute kill'd,
And with that moving torture must retain,
With change of all things else, a constant pain.
Say I stay with you, presence is to me
Nought but a light to show my misery,
And parting are as racks, to plague love on,
The further stretch'd, the more affliction.
Go I to Holland, France, or Furthest Inde,
I change but only countries, not my mind.
And though I pass through air and water free,
Despair and hopeless fate still follow me.
Whilst in the bosom of the waves I reel,
My heart I 'll liken to the tottering keel,
The sea to my own troubled fate, the wind
To your disdain, sent from a soul unkind :
But when I lift my sad looks to the skies,
Then shall I think I see my Celia's eyes;
And when a cloud or storm appears between,
I shall remember what her frowns have been.
Thus, whatsoever course my fates allow,
All things but make me mind my business, you.
The good things that I meet, I think streams be
From you the fountain; but when bad I see,
How vile and cursed is that thing, think I,
That to such goodness is so contrary?
My whole life is 'bout you, the center star,
But a perpetual motion circular.
I am the dial's hand, still walking round;
You are the compass; and I never sound
Beyond your circle; neither can I shew
Aught but what first expressed is in you,
That wheresoe'er my tears do cause me move,
My fate still keeps me bounded with your love;
Which ere die, or be extinct in me,
Time shall stand still, and moist waves flaming be:

Fate and the planets sometimes bodies part,
But canker'd nature only alters th' heart.


You, that will a wonder know,

Go with me,
Two Suns in a Heaven of snow

Both burning be,
All they fire, that do but eye them,
But the snow's unmelted by then.
Leaves of crimson tulips met,

Guide the way
Where two pearly rows be set

As white as day. When they part themselves asunder,

She breathes oracles of wonder. VOL. V.



Yet, being gone, think not on me; I am

basement, and on the plinth stood a great fase of A thing too wretched for thy thoughts to name; gold, richly enchased, and beautified with scalpBut when I die, and wish all comforts given, tures of great relieve", with fruitages hanging from I'll think on you, and by you think on Heaven. the upper part. At the foot of this sate two youths

naked, in their natural colours; each of these sith one arm supported the case, on the cover of which stood two yoang women in draperies, art in arm;

the one figuring the glory of princes, and the other COELUM BRITANNICUM:

mansuetude": their other arms bore up an oral, in which, to the king's majesty, was this impress, a

lion with an imperial crown on his head; the words, MASQUE,

Animum sub pectore forti : On the other side vas

the like composition, but the design of the figures AT WHITEHALL, IN THE BANQUETING HOUSE,

varied; and in the oval on the top, being borne up

by nobility and fecundity, was this impress to the ON SHROVE-TUESDAY NIGHT, THE 18TH OF FEBRUARY, queen's majesty, a lilly growing with branches and 1633.

leaves, and three lesser lilies springing out of the stem; the words, semper inclyta virtus : all this or

nament was heightened with gold, and for the inTHE INVENTORS,

vention, and various composition, was the nevest THOMAS CAREW, INIGO JONES,

and most gracious that hath been done in this

place. Non habet ingenium ; Cæsar sed jussit: habebo. The curtain was watchet 6 and a pale yellow in Cur me posse negem, posse quod ille putat. panes, which, flying up on the sudden, discovered

the scene, representing old arches, old palaces. decayed walls, parts of temples, theatres, basilicas?

and thermes, with confused heaps of broken coTHE DESCRIPTION OF THE SCENE.

lumns, bases, cornices, and statues, lying as under

ground, and altogether resembling the ruins of The first thing that presented itself to the sight

some great city of the ancient Romans, or civiliz'd was a rich ornament that enclosed the scene; in Britons. This strange prospect detained the eye the upper part of which were great branches of of the spectators some time, when to a loud music foliage growing out of leaves and husks, with a Mercury descends. On the upper part of his cornice at the top; and in the midst was placed chariot stands a cock in action of crowing. His a large compartiment, composed of grotesque work, babit was a coat of fame-colour girt to him, and wherein were harpies with wings and lions' claws,

a white mantle trimm'd with gold and silver: upon and their hinder parts converted into leaves and his head a wreath with small falls of white feathers, branches. Over all was a broken frontispiece,

a caducens in his hand, and wings at his heels: wrought with scrowls and masque-heads of chil-being come to the ground, he dismounts, and goo dren, and within this, a table adorn'd with a lesser up to the state. compartiment, with this inscription, COELUM BRrTANNICUM. The two sides of this ornament were thus ordered: first, from the ground arose a square


From the high senate of the gods, to you, * Masque. This species of composition was long Bright glorious twins of love and majesty, the favourite of the British court, and even dis- Before whose throne three warlike nations bend puted the ground with the regular compositions of Their willing knees; on whose imperial brows the dramatic Muse. Unguided by any rules, un- The regal circle prints nó awful frowns restrained by any laws, it might wander thro' the To fright your subjects, but whose calmer eyes universe for objects either new or monstrous, and Shed joy and safety on their melting hearts, where it found none it might create them. With That flow with cheerful, loyal reverence; these powers, it was well calculated to charm the Come I, Cyllenius, Jove's ambassador, fancy in the absence of taste; but, as taste esta - Not, as of old, to whisper amorous tales blished her empire in the minds of men, the Mas- of wanton love into the glowing ear que, with all its unaccountable monsters, retired. Of some choice beauty in this numerous train :

-It had its birth in Italy, about the 16th century, when it was the fashion for every bard to have a world of his own creation. From whence it

The square member which serves as a foundamigrated, with other exotics, cross the Channel, tion to the base of a pillar. and found a warm reception in the benevolent soil * That part of a figure which projects much of Britain. The poets of queen Elizabeth's reign, beyond the ground on which it is carved; called and of the following age, were pleased with the ex- by artists alto relievo. travagance of the thing; and as they followed Ariosto and his brethren through all the wild

Gentleness. ness of Fairyland, they followed them also in 6 Pale blue. this, and almost surpassed heir masters.

? Basilicas, in architecture, are public halls with " The uppermost member of the entablature of two ranges of pillars, and galleries over them. a column, or that which crowns the order.

8 Baths.

those days are fled; the rebel flame is quench'd Merc. Peace, railer, bridle your licentious tongue, in heavenly breasts; the gods have sworn by Styx, and let this presence teach you modesty. Never to tempt yielding mortality Po loose embraces. Your exemplar life

Mom. Let it, if it can; in the mean time I will Hath not alone transfus'd a zealous heat

acquaint it with my condition. Know, gay people, Of imitation through your virtuous court,

that though your poets (who enjoy by patent a By whose bright blaze your palace is become

particular privilege to draw down any of the deities lhe envy'd pattern of this under world;

from Twelfth-night to Shrove-Tuesday, at what But the aspiring flame hath kindled Heaven:

time there is annually a most familiar intercourse l'h' immortal bosoms burn with emulous fires ;

between the two courts) have as yet never invited

me to these solemnities, yet it shall appear by my love rivals your great virtues, royal sir, And Juno, madam, your attractive graces ;

intrusion this night, that I am a very considerable le his wild lusts, her raging jealousies

person upon these occasions, and may most proshe lays aside, and through th' Olympic hall,

perly assist at such entertainments. My name is As yours doth here, the great example spreads.

Momus ap-Somnus ap-Erabus ap-Chaos ap-DemorInd though, of old, when youthful blood conspir'd

gorgon ap-Eternity. My offices and titles are, With his new empire, prone to heats of lust,

the supreme theomastix, hypercritic of maoners, He acted incests, rapes, adulteries,

prothonotary of abuses, arch informer, dilator On earthly beauties, which his raging queen,

general, universal calumniator, eternal plaintiff, swoln with revengeful fury, turn'd to beasts,

and perpetual foreman of the grand inquest. My And in despite he transformed to stars,

privileges are an ubiquitary, circumambulatory, Hill he had fill'd the crowded firmament

speculatory, interrogatory, redargutory inmunity With his loose strumpets, and their spurious race,

over all the privy lodgings ; behind hangings, Where the eternal records of his shame

doors, curtains; through key-holes, chinks, winshine to the world in flaming characters:

dows; about all venereal lobbies, sconces, or reWhen in the crystal mirror of your reign

doubts, though it be to the surprise of a perduo He view'd himself, he found his loathsome stains;

page or chambermaid; in, and at, all courts of

civil and criminal judicature, all councils, consultaAnd now, to expiate th' infectious guilt Of those detested luxuries, he'll chase

tions, and parliamentary assemblies, where though Ch' infamous lights from their usurped sphere,

I am but a wool-sack god, and have no vote in the

sanction of new laws, I have yet a prerogative of And drown in the Lethæan flood their curs'd Both names and memories: in those vacant rooms wresting the old to any whatsoever interpretation,

whether it be to the behoof or prejudice of Jupiter, First you suceeed, and of the wheeling orb, In the most eminent and conspicuous point,

his crown, and dignity; for, or against, the rites With dazzling beams and spreading magnitude,

of either house of patrician or plebeian gods. My Shine the bright pole-star of this hemisphere.

natural qualities are to make Jove frown, Juno Next, by your side, in a triumphant chair,

pout, Mars chafe, Venus blush, Vulcan glow, And crown'd with Ariadne's diadem,

Saturn quake, Cynthia pale, Phoebus hide his face, Sits the fair consort of your heart and throne;

and Mercury here take his heels. My recreations Diffus'd about you, with that share of light

are witty mischiefs, as when Satan gelt his father ; As they of virtue have deriv'd from you,

the smith caught his wife and her bravo in a net He'll fix this noble train of either sex,

of cobweb iron; and Hebe, through the lubricity So to the British stars this lower globe

of the pavement tumbling over the halfspace, preShall owe its light, and they alone dispense

sented the emblem of the forked tree, and dis

covered to the tann'd Ethiops the spowy cliffs of To th’ world a pure, refined influence.

Calabria, with the grotto of Puteolum. But that

you may arrive at the perfect knowledge of me, Enter Momus attired in a long darkish robe, all by the familiar illustration of a bird of mine own

wrought over with poniards, serpents, tongues, eyes, feather, old Peter Aretine, who reduc'd all the and ears ; his beard and hair party-coloured, and scepters and mitres of that age tributary to his upon his head a wreath stuck with feathers, and a wit, was my parallel, and Frank Rabelais suck'd porcupine in the forepart.

much of my milk too; but your modern French Mom. By your leave, mortals. Good cousin hospital of oratory is a mere counterfeit, an arrant Hermes, your pardon, good my lord ambassador: than his sciatica, he discourses of kings and

mountebank; for though, fearing no other fortunes I found the tables of your arms and titles in every queens with as little reverence as of grooms and inn betwixt this and Olympus, where your present chambermaids, yet he wants their fangteeth and expedition is registered: your nine thousand nine scorpion's tail; I mean that fellow, who, to add to hundred ninty ninth legation. I cannot reach the his stature, thinks it a greater grace to dance on policy why your master breeds so few statesmen; his tip-toes like a dog in a doublet, than to walk it suits not with his dignity, that in the whole Em-like other men on the soles of his feet. pyræum there should not be a god fit to send on these honourable errands but yourself, who are not

Merc. No more impert'nent trifler; you disturb yet so careful of his honour or your own, as might The great affair with your rude scurrilous chat. become your quality, when you are itinerant. The What doth the knowledge of your abject state hosts upon the high-way cry out with open mouth Concern Jove's solemn message? upoh you, for supporting plafery in your train; which though, as you are the god of petty larceny, Mom. Sir, by our favour, though you have a you might protect, yet you know it is directly against the new orders, and oppose the reformation in diameter,

Lying in wait to watch any thing,

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