Proceeding, Spirit our Defence,
Who do'ft the Gift of Tongues difpence,
And crown'ft thy Gift with Eloquence!
Refine and purge our Earthly Parts;
But, Oh, inflame and fire our Hearts!
Our Frailties help, our Vice controul;
Submit the Senses to the Soul;
And when Rebellious they are grown,
Then, lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.
Chace from our Minds the infernal Foe;
And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow :
And, left our Feet fhou'd step aftray,
Protect, and guide us in the way.
Make us Eternal Truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us thy felf, that we may fee
The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Immortal Honour, endless Fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's Name:
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for loft Man's Redemption dy'd,
And equal Adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to thee.
By THO. CAREW, Efq;
Ark how the bashful Morn in vain.
Courts the Amorous Marigold
With fighing blafts, and weeping rains,
Yet the refufes to unfold:
But when the Planet of the day
Approacheth with his powerful ray,
Then the spreads, then the receives
His warmer beams into her Virgin leaves,
So fhalt thou thrive in Love, fond Boy;
If thy Tears and Sighs discover
Thy grief, thou never fhalt enjoy
The juft reward of a bold Lover:
But when with moving accents thou
Shalt conftant Faith and Service vow,
Thy Celia fhall receive those charms
With open Ears, and with unfolded Arms.
The ENQUIRY.
By the fame Hand.
A Mongft the Myrtles as I walk'd,
Love and my fighs thus intertalk'd,
Tell me (faid I in deep diftress)
Where may I find my Shepherdefes
Thou fool (faid Love) know'st thou not this,
In every thing that's good the is;
In yonder Tulip go and feek,
There thou may'ft find her Lip, her Cheek..
In yon ennamel'd Panfie by,
There thou shalt have her curious Eye;
In bloom of Peach, in Rofie bud,
There wave the streamers of her Blood,
In brighteft Lilly that there ftands,
The Emblem of her whiter hands.
In yonder rifing Hill there fmell
Such fweets as in her Bosom dwell
'Tis true (faid 1) and thereupon
I went to pluck them one by one,
To make of parts a union;
But on a fudden all was gone,
With that I ftopt; said Love, These be
(Fond Man) resemblances of thee,
And as these flow'rs, thy joys shall die,
Even in the twinkling of an Eye:
And all thy hopes of her shall wither,
Like these short sweets, thus knit together.
The Proteftation, a SONNET.
more fhall Meads be deckt with Flowers, Nor fweetnefs dwell in Rofie Bowers;
Nor greeneft Buds on Branches fpring,
Nor warbling Birds delight to fing,
Nor April Violets paint the Grove,
If I forfake my Celia's Love.
The Fifh fhall in the Ocean burn,
And Fountains sweet shall bitter turn,
The humble Oak no Flood fhall know
When Floods fhall highest Hills o'erflow;
Black Lethe fhall Oblivion leave,
If e'er my Celia I deceive.
Love shall his Bow and Shaft lay by,
And Venus Doves want wings to fly,
The Sun refufe to fhew his light,
And Day fhall then be turn'd to Night,
And in that Night no Star appear,
If once I leave my Celia dear.
Love fhall no more inhabit Earth,
Nor Lovers more fhall love for worth,
Nor joy above in Heaven dwell,
Nor pain torment poor Souls in Hell;
Grim Death no more fhall horrid prove
If e'er I leave bright Celia's Love
Ornari res ipfa negat; contenta doceri
Printed in the Year MDCCXVI.
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