Your beauty more the fondest lover moves
With admiration than his private loves;
With admiration! for a pitch so high
(Save sacred Charles his) never Love durst fly.
Heaven that preferr'd a sceptre to your hand,
Favour'd our freedom more than your command:
Beauty had crown'd you, and you must have been
The whole world's mistress, other than a queen.
All had been rivals, and you might have spared,
Or kill'd and tyrannized without a guard.
No power achieved, either by arms or birth,
Equals Love's empire, both in heaven and earth.
Such eyes as yours on Jove himself have thrown
As bright and fierce a lightning as his own:
Witness our Jove, prevented by their flame
In his swift passage to th' Hesperian dame;
When, like a lion, finding in his way
To some intended spoil a fairer prey,
The royal youth pursuing the report
Of beauty, found it in the Gallic court;
There public care with private passion fought
A doubtful combat in his noble thought:
Should he confess his greatness and his love,
And the free faith of your great brother prove,
With his Achates breaking through the cloud
Of that disguise which did their graces shroud,
And, mixing with those gallants at the ball,
Dance with the ladies and outshine them all;
Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride?
So when the fair Leucothoe he spied,
To check his steeds impatient Phœbus yearn'd,
Though all the world was in his course concern'd.
What may hereafter her meridian do,
Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosom so? [ 4 l.
THE PURITAN.
ITH face and fashion to be known
For one of sure election,
With eyes all white, and many a groan,
With neck aside to draw in tone,
With harp in 's nose, or he is none:
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher! With pate cut shorter than the brow, With little ruff starch'd you know how, With cloak like Paul, no cape I trow; With surplice none; but lately now. With hands to thump, no knees to bow. See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With coz'ning cough and hollow cheek,
To get new gatherings every week,
With paltry change of and to eke,
With some small Hebrew, and no Greek,
To find out words where stuff's to seek.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With shop-board breeding and intrusion,
With some outlandish institution,
With Ursin's catechism to muse on,
With System's method for confusion,
With grounds strong laid of mere illusion.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With rites indifferent all damned,
And made unlawful, if commanded,
Good works of Popery down banded,
And moral laws from him estranged,
Except the Sabbath still unchanged.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher! With speech unthought, quick revelation, With boldness in predestination, With threats of absolute damnation, For yea and nay hath some salvation For his own tribe, not every nation. See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With after-licence cost a crown,
When bishop new had put him down,
With tricks call'd repetition,
And doctrine newly brought to town,
Of teaching men to hang and drown.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With flesh provision to keep Lent,
With shelves of sweetmeats often spent,
Which new maid bought, old lady sent,
Though to be saved a poor present;
Yet legacies assure the event.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher! With troops expecting him at th' door, That would hear sermons, and no more; With noting tools, and sighs great store, With Bibles great to turn them o'er, While he wrests places by the score.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With running text, the nam'd forsaken,
With for and but, both by sense shaken,
Cheap doctrines forced, wild uses taken,
Both sometimes one, by mark mistaken,
With anything to any shapen.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
With new-wrought caps, against the canon,
For taking cold, though sure he have none;
A sermon's end, where he began one-
A new hour long, when's glass had run one,
New use, new points, new notes to stand on.
See a new teacher of the town,
O the town, O the town's new teacher!
John Cleveland.
UPON THE TROUBLESOME TIMES.
! Times most bad,
Without the scope
Of hope
Of better to be had!
Where shall I go,
Or whither run
To shun
This public overthrow ?
No places are,
This I am sure,
Secure
In this our wasting war.
Some storms we have past;
Yet we must all
Down fall,
HERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land, or cherry-isle!
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
LEUCASIA'S LULLABY.
EAL up her eyes, O Sleep, but flow
Mild as her manners to and fro:
Slide softly into her that she
May receive no wound from thee.
And ye, present her thoughts, O Dreams,
With hushing winds and purling streams,
Whiles hovering Silence sits without
Careful to keep disturbance out.
Thus seize her, Sleep, thus her again resign,
So what was Heaven's gift we'll reckon thine. William Cartwright.
STAPHYLA'S LULLABY.
UIET sleep, or I will make
Erinnys whip thee with a snake,
And cruel Rhadamanthus take
Thy body to the boiling lake,
Where fire and brimstone never slake.
Thy heart shall burn; thy head shall ache,
And every joint about thee quake.
And therefore dare not yet to wake.
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