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see, Constantia ! my short race is run ; Her soul being filed to its eternal rest, " See how my blood the thirsty ground doth dye ; Her father comes, and, seeing this, he falls " But live thou happier than thy love hath doue, To th' earth, with grief too great to be exprest: " And when I'm dead, think sometime upon me! Whose doleful words my tir’d Muse me calls
" More my short time permits me not to tell, T' o'erpass; which I most gladly do, for fear " For now death seizeth me; my dear, fare That I Mould toil too much the reader's ear.
done, A far that's fall’n, or an eclipsed sun.
PYRAMUS AND THIS BE.
MY VERY LOVING MASTER, * Philocrates when he saw this, did cry,
MR. LAMBERT OSBOLSTON, Friend, I'll revenge, or bear thee compang!
Chicf School-master of Westminder School. Jot Jove hath sent me to revenge his fate; "Nay, stay, ** vifardo, think not Heaven in jest:
childish Muse is in her spring, and yet 'Tis vain
pe flight can secure thy ftate.” Then thruit his sword into the villain s breast. One frown upon her work, learn'd Sir, from you,
* Here," said Philocrates, “ thy life I find Like some unkinder storm shot from your brow,
"A facrifice, t' appease my slaughter'd friend." Would turn her spring to withering autumn's Bat, as he fell,
time, « Take this reward," said he,
And make her blofioms perish ere their prime. “For thy new victory." With that he flung His darted rapier at his enemy,
But if you smile, if in your gracious eye Which hit his head, and in his brain-pan hung.
She an aufpicious alpha can descry, With that he falls, but, lifting up his eyes,
How soon will they grow fruit! how fresh appear!
That had such beams their infancy to chear! « Farewell, Conftantia !” that word said, he
Which being fprung tu ripeness, expect then dies.
The earliest offering of her grateful pen.
Your most dutiful Scholar,
ABR. COWI.EY. And with her kisses warıns his clammy face.
My dear Philocrates!” she, weeping, crics,
Speak to thy lifter !” but no voice replies. Then running to her Love, with many a tear, Thas her mind's fervent passion she exprelt;
PYRAMUS AND THISBE. "O ftay, bleft foul, stay but a little here,
WHEN Babylon's high walls erected were " And takt me with you to a lasting rest.
“ Then to Elyfium's mansions both shall fly, One Thisbe liv'd in, Pyramus the fair
“ Be married there, and never more to die.” In th' other: earth ne'er boasted such a pair Bat, seeing them both dead, she cry'd, “ Ah me!
The very senseless walls themselves combin'd, Ah, my Philetus! for thy fake will í
And grew in onc, just like their master's mind. * Make up a full and perfect tragedy:
Thisbc all other women did excel, "Since 'twas for me, dear Love, that thou didst The Queen of Love less lovely was than she:
And Pyramus more sweet than tongue can tell; " I'll follow thee, and not thy loss deplore; Nature grew proud in friming them so well. « These cyes, that faw thee kill'd, Mall see no But Venus, eavying they so fair should be,
Bids her son Cupid Thew his cruelty. " It shall not sure be faid that thou didst dic, The all-fubduing God his bow doth bend, "And thy Constantia live when thou wnft flain : Whets and prepares his most remorseless dart,
No, no, dear soul! I will not stay from thee; Which he unseen unto their hearts did lend, " That will reflect upon my valued fame.” And so was Love the cause of Beauty's end. Then piercing her fad breast, “ I come !" she But could he see, he had not wrought their σίες,
smart; And death for ever clos'd her weeping eyes.
For pity fire would have o'ercome his heart,
Like as a bird, which in a net is ta'en,
The lovers rise, and at that cranny they By struggling more entangles in the gin;
Thus to each other their thoughts open lay, So they, who in Love's labyrinth remain,
With many a sigh and many a speaking tear; With triving never can a freedom gain.
Whose grief the pitying morning blusht to The way to enter 's broad; but, being in,
hear. No art, no labour, can an exit win.
“ Dear Love!” said Pyramus,“ how long fhall These lovers, though their parents did reprove
we, Their fires, and watch'd their deeds with jea
“ Like faireft flowers not gather'd in their prime, lousy;
“ Waste precious youth, and let advantage flee, Though in these storms no comfort could renove
« Till we bewail (at last) our cruelty The various doubts and fears that cool hot love,
Upon ourselves ? for beauty, though it shine Though he nor her’s, nor the his face could
“ Like day, will quickly find an evening-time. see,
“ Therefore, sweet Thibe, let us mect this night Yet this could not abolish Love's decree;
“ At Ninus' tomb, without the city wall,
“ Under the mulberry-tree, with berries white For age had crack'd the wall which did them
“ Abounding, there i' enjoy our wish'd delight. part ;
“ For mounting love, stopt in its course, doth This the unanimate couple fond did spy,
fall, And here their inward sorrows did impart,
“ And long'd-for, yet untasted, joy kills all. Unlading the sad burthen of their heart. Though Love be blind, this shews he can def
“ What though our cruel parents angry be? cry
“ What though our friends, alas! are too un
kind ? A way to lessen his own misery.
“ Time, that now offers, quickly may deny, Oft to the friendly cranny they resort,
“ And foon hold back fit opportunity. And feed themselves with the celestial air
“ Who lets Dip Fortunc, her fall never find Of odoriferous breath; no other sport
“ Occasion, once pass’d by, is bald behind." They could enjoy; yet think the time but short, And wish that it again renewed were,
She foon agreed to that which he requir'd, To fuck each other's breath for ever there. For little wooing needs, where both consent
What he so long had pleaded, she desir'd : Sometimes they did exclaim against their fate, Which Venus seeing, with blind CH ce conAnd fometimes they accus'd imperial Jove;
spir’d, Sometimes repent their flames; but all too latc ; And many a charming accent to her sent, The arrows could not be recall'd: their stato
That she (at last) would frustrate their intent. Was first ordain'd by Jupiter above,
Thug Beauty is by Beauty's mcans undone, And Cupid had appointed they should love.
Striving to close those eyes that make her bright; They curst the wall that did their killes part,
Just like the moon, which secks t' eclipse the sun, And to the stones their mournful words they sent,
Whence all her splendor, all her beams, do come : As if they fiw the sorrow of their heart,
So she, who fetcheth lustre from their right, And by their tears could understand their smart : Doth purpose to destroy their glorious light. But it was hard, and knew not what they Unto the mulberry-tree fair Thisbe came; incant,
Where having rested long, at last the 'gan
While various thoughts tnrmoil her troubled
brain : “ Wilt thou our bodies sever, whose true love
And, imitating thus the silver (wan, “ Breaks thorough all thy flinty cruelty !
A little while before her death, she sang: “ For both our fouls so closely joined lie, “ That nought but angry death can them re
move; “ And though he part them, yet they'll meet above."
THE SONG. Abortive tears from their fair eyes out-flow'd,
1. And damm'd the lovely
TOME, Love! why ? the night cloud O’erspreads his face, and his bright beams doth
The moon obscures herself from light, Throud;
Thou absent, whose eyes give her light. Till Vifper chas'd away the conquer'd light,
II. And foreeth them (though loth) to bid good- Come quickly, dear! be brief as time, night.
Or we by morn thall be o’erta'en ; But ere Aurora, usher to the day,
Lovc's joy's thine own as well as mine; Began with welcome lustre to appear,
Spend not therefore the time in vain.
Abhich meemd Like Titan, whilt fome watery C WilEvanometer the taske delight
HERE doubtful thoughts broke off her plcasant From white to black, the knew not certainly song,
It was the place where they agreed to be. And for her lover's stay font niany a sigh; Her Pyramus, she thought, did tarry long,
With what delight from the dark cave the came, And that his absence did her too much wrong.
Thinking to tell how she escap'd the bealt !
But, when she saw her Pyramus lic flain, Then, betwixt longing hope and jealousy,
Ah! how perplex'd Jid her fad foul remain! She fears, yet 's loth to tax, his loyalty.
She tears her golden hair, and beats her breast, Sometimes the thinks that he hath her forsaken And every sign of raging grief expreft. Sometimes, that danger hath befallen him : She fears that he another Love hath taken;
She blames all powerful Jove ; and strives to take
His bleeding body from the noistan'd gimund. Which, being but imagin’d, foon doth waken
She kiflce his pale face, till she doch make Numberless thoughts, which on her heart did
It red with kisling, and then seeks to wake fling Fears, that her future fate too truly fing.
His parting foul with mouruful words; his
wound WHILE fe thus musing fate, ran from the wood Washes with tears, that her sweet speech conAn angry lion to the cryftal springs,
found, Near to that place ; who coming from his food,
But afterwards, recovering breath, said nie, His chaps were all besmear'd with crimson blood :
“ Alas! what chance hath parted thee and I? Swifter than thought, sweet Thisbe strait begins
“ O tell what evil hath befall'n to thee, Tu fly from him; fear gave her swallows' wings. “ That of thy death I may a partner be; A's fhe avoids the lion, her defire
“ Tell Thisbe what hath cauz'd this tragedy!" Bids her to stay, left Pyramus should come,
He, he.. ing Thisbe's name, lifts up his eye; And be devour'd by the stern lion's ire,
And on his Love he rais’d his dying head; So she for ever burn in unquench'd fire :
Where, striving long for breath, at laft, said he, But sear expels all reasons; she doth run
“ O Thifbe, I am hasting to the dead, Into a darksomc cave, ne'er seen by fun.
“ And cannot heal that wound my fear hath bred; With hafte she let her looser mantle fall :
“ Farewell, sweet Thilbe! we must parted he, Which, when th' enraged lion did efpy,
“ For angry Death will force me foon from With bloody teeth he core in pieces small;
“ thue.” While Thisbe ran, and look'd not back at all; Life did from him, he from his mistress, part,
For, could the senfeless beast her face descry, Leaving his Love to languish here in woe.
What shall she do? How shall she ease her heart? The night half wasted, Pyramus did come; Or with what language speak her inward smarı? l'ho, seeing printed in the yielding sand
Usurping Passion Reafon doth o'erflow,
She vows that with her Pyramus fhe'll go; The lion's paw, and by the fountain some Of Thifbe's garment, fúrrow struck him dumb:
Then takes the sword wherewith her Love way Just like a marble statue did he stand,
Alain, Cut by some skilful graver's artful hand.
With Pyramus's crimfon blood warm still;
And said, Recovering breath, at Fate he did exclaim,
“ Oh stay, blest foul, awhile refrain, Wahing with tears the torn and bloody weed: " That we may go together, and remain " I may," said he,“ myself for her death blame; “ In endless joys, and never fear the ill Therefore my blood shall wash away that shamc : “ Of grudgis friends !”– Then the herself did
kill. “ Since she is dead, whose beauty doth exceed * All that frail man can either hear or read.”
To tell what grief their parents did sufain, This spoke, he drew his fatal sword, and said,
Were more than my rude quill can overcome ; * Receive my crimson blood, as a due debe Much did they weep and grieve, but all in vain,
Uato thy conftant love, to which 'tis paid: For weeping calls not back the dead again. "Iftrait will meet thee in the pleasant shade Both in one grave were laid, when life was "Of cool Elysium; where we, being met,
And theft few words were writ upon the tomb. * Shall taste those joys that here we could not
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
Lie two beauties join'd in one.
Two, whose loves death could not suver; But when he law the berries changed were
For both liv’d, both dy'd cogether, Vol. 11.
A te lic vinci magnus quàm gaudeat ille!
Vix hoftes tanti vel superáse fuit.
Regis, ct in methodo te peperisse juvat.
o bona conjugii concors discordia vestri! And their carth to carth again.
O sancta hæc inter jurgia vecus amor!
Tam populo (et notum eft quàm placet
Du veniam, hic omnes nimium quòd fimus avara
Da veniam, hîc animos quòd satiare nequis.
Cúmque (fed ô nustris fiat lux ferior annis). DIVERS COPIES OF VERSES, In currum afcendas læta per altra tuum, MADE UPON SUNDRY OCCASIONS.
Natorum in facie tua viva et mollis imago
Non minus in terris, quàm tua sculpta, regata DE FELICI PARTU REGINÆ MARIÆ .
ABRAHAMUS COWLEY, T (rin). CL UM more antiquo jejunia festa coluntur,
Et populum pafcit religiosa fames, Quinta beat noftram foboles formosa Mariam; IN FELICISSIMAM REGINÆ MARIE Penè iterum nobis, læte December, ades,
Et sese mirùm fertilis ipsa parit.
Sic quoque Naturæ exemplar Regina, decufque,
In fætu toties fe videt ipsa noyam,
Penè omnem fignas tam fæpè puerpera mensen, Quidve bibat Regi, quam perdi turba, falutem ?
Et cupit à partu nomen habere tuo. Sint mea pro tanto fobria vota viro.
Queque tuos toties audit Lucina labores, Crede mihi, non funt, non sunt ea gaudia vera,
Vix ipsa in proprio fæpiùs Orbe tumet. Quæ fiunt pornpå gaudia vera suả.
Fæcundam seniper fpcctabis Jane, Mariam,
Sive hâc live illâ fronte videre voles.
Discite, subjccti, officium; Regina Marito
Annua jam toties ipsa tributa dedit. * From the “ EYNSSIA, five Mufarum
Num redit à fanctis non fessus Carolus aris, “ Cantabrigienfium Concentus et Congratula
Principis occurrit nuntia fama novi. “ tio, ad fereniflimum Britanniarum Regcm
Non mirum, exiitat cùm proximus ipse Toparti, “ Carolum, de quinta fua fobole (Princess
Vicinum attingunt quod citò vota Deum. “ Anne), clarifima Principe, fibi nuper cicillimè
Non mirum, cùm fit tam sanctâ mente precatus, nati. Cantabrigiæ, 1637." I doubt not but Quòd precibus merces tam properata venit. it will prove a pleasing amusement to the curious Faciura ô lorgùm nobis jejunia feftum! reader, to trace the first dawnings of genius in
O magnas epulas exhibitura fames ! some of our firit-rate poetic characiers; and to
En fundunt gemitum et lacrymarum flumina; conspare them with the eminence they afterwards
turbam attained to, and the rank they at it held among
Cum Reginâ ipfam parturiisse putes. their brethren of the laurel. Some early speci
Credibile eft puerum populi fenfiffc dolores; mens of Drydeni's genius may be seen in the first
Edidit hinc mastos ficbilis ipse sonus. volume of his pocms. Those of Cowley, here
A. Cowley, A. B. T[rin). C.) printed, abound with strokes of wit, fomc true, but the fır greater part false; which thoroughly characterise the writer, and may be justly pro UPON THE HAPPIE BIRTH OF THE nounced to point out his genius and manner, in
DUKE+. miniature. K.-This species of entertainment the kind attention of Mr. Kyraston (the friend to
HILST the rudc North Charles his low whom I owe these remarks) enables me confider
wrath doth call, ably to extend, by furnishing the earliest poetical Whilft warre is fear'd, and conquest hop'd by all. pon luctions of some writers who are now univer. pos; looked up to as excellent; none of which are * From the “ Voces Votivæ ab Academici to be found io any editiou of their reípective " Cantabrigiensibus pro novislimo Caroli et Ma works. In such juvenile performances, it is well “ riæ Principe Filio, emillæ Cantabrigiæ, 1640. observed by an admirable critic," the absurd con + Henry, who was declared by his father Duke “ ceits and extravagant fancies are the true feeds of Glourelter in 1641, but not so created till May " and germs, which afterwards ripen, by proper 13, 1659. He died September 13, 1660.–Th “ culture, inco the mott luxuriant harvests." See verses are taken from the “ Voces Votiva," &c Annual Register, 1779, p. 180. J. N.
1640. J. N.
ille! severall shires their various forces lend, Where'er dispers'd abroad, hearing the fanie
some do men, fome gallant horses send, Of their accursed meeting, thither came. Ema fiet be steel, and some (the itronger weapon) gold: Revenge, whose greedy mind no blood can fill, uvat. kíc warlike contributions are but old.
And Envy, never satisfy'd with ill : estri! at countrey learn'd a new and better way, Thither blind Boldness, and impatient Rage, mor! sich did this royall Prince for tribute pay. Reforted, with Death's neighbour, envious Age.
ho shall henceforth be with such rage pofseft, These, to oppress the earth, the puries fent ; m plazarouse our English Lion from his relt ?
The council thus diffolv'd an angry Fever, hen a new sonne doth his blest stock adorn, Whose qnenchless thirst by blood was sated never, Time zaen to great Charles is a new armie born. Envying the riches, honour, greatness, love, e neq- private births hopes challenge the first place ; And virtue "load-ftone, that all these did move) sana here's certaintie at first in the King's race; Of noble Carleton, himn she took away, suori, nd we may fay, Such will his glories be, And, like a greedy vulture, seiz'd her prey. maga ach his great ads, and, yet not prophesie. Weep with me, each who either reads or hears, pla, idee in him his father's boundlese sprite,
And know his loss deferves his country's tears! bwerfull as flame, yet gentle as the light. The Muses loft a patron by his fate, [Tin lee him through an ad verse battle thruit, Virtue a husband, and a prop the State.
fedeck'd with noble sweat and comely dust. Sol's chorus weeps, and, to adorn his hearse, see the pietie of the day appeare,
Calliope would fing a tragic verse. MA
byn'd with the heate and valour of the yeare, And, had there been before no spring of theirs, '. Which happie Fate did to this birth allow; They would have made a Helicon with tears. blitt see all this; for sure 'tis present now.
ABR. COWLEY. Leave off then, London, to accuse the starres des For adding a worse terrour to the warres ;
Nor quarrel with the heavens, 'cause they beginne
AN E LEGY
On the Death of my loving Friend and Cousin For every life which from great Charles does flow,
MR. RICHARD CLARKE, GENT.
Late of Lincoln's-lun.
Twas decreed by ftedfast destiny
(The world from chaos turn’d) that all should
die. ta A thousand pettie lamps spread ore the skie,
He who durst fearless pass black Acheron, Shrink in their doubtfull beams; then wink, and die;
And dangers of th' infernal region, T-Yet so man grieves; the very birds arise,
Leading hell's triple porter captivate, 3 And sing glad notes in stead of elegies: The leaves and painted flowers, which did ere
Was overcome himself by conquering Fate.
The Rom'ın Tully's pleasing cloquence, while
Which in the cars did lock up every since Tremble with mournfull drops, beginne to smile.
Of the rapt hearer; his mellifluous breath The loffe of many why should they bemone,
Could not at all charm unremorseless Death; - Who for them more than many have in one ?
Nor Solon, fo by Greece admir'd, could save How blest mult thou shy self, bright Mary, be,
Himself with all his wiffom from the grave, Who by thy wombe canst blesse our miferie?
Stern Fate brought Maro to his funeral Aame, May ' ftill be fruitfull! May your offspring too
And would have ended in that fire his fame; Epread largely, as your fame and virtues do!
Burning those lofty lines which now shall be Fill every season thus: Time, which devours
Time's conquerors, and out-last eternity. It's own sonnes, will be glad and proud of yours.
Even so lov'd Clarke from death no 'scape could So will the year (though sure it weari'd be
find, With osten revolutions) when 't shall see
Though arm'd with great Alcides' valiant mind. The honour by such births it doth attain,
He was adorn'd in years, though far more young, Joy to return into itself again. A. Cowley, A. B. T[rin). C[oll). With learn'd Cicero's or a tweeter tongue.
And, could dead Virgil hear his lofty Itrain,
He would condemn his own to fire again,
His youth a Solon's wildom did pretage,
Had envious Time but giv’n him Solon's age.
Who would not therefore now, if Learning's DUDLEY LORD CARLETON, VISCOUNT
Bewail his fatal and untimely end?
As not to weep when so much virtue dies ?
Something is here wanting, as appears froin Bezut by dilaral Erebus and Nights
the want both of rhyme and connexion. J. N.