A Supplication
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master’s humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake! And, though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with […]
Written Juice Lemon
Whilst what I write I do not see, I dare thus, ev’n to you, write poetry. Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire, And know’st her judgment well, How much it does thy power excel, Yet dar’st be read by, thy just doom, the fire. Alas! thou think’st thyself secure, Because thy form […]
Written In Juice Of Lemon
Whilst what I write I do not see, I dare thus, ev’n to you, write poetry. Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire, And know’st her judgment well, How much it does thy power excel, Yet dar’st be read by, thy just doom, the fire. Alas! thou think’st thyself secure, Because thy form […]
Wit
TELL me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit, Thou who Master art of it. For the First matter loves Variety less ; Less Women love ‘t, either in Love or Dress. A thousand different shapes it bears, Comely in thousand shapes appears. Yonder we saw it plain ; and here ’tis now, […]
Welcome
Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d; My prodigal’s come home at last, With noble resolutions fill’d, And fill’d with sorrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart! Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear (‘T […]
Vote Excerpt
……… This only grant me : that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high. Some honour I would have, Not from great deeds, but good alone ; Th’ ignote are better than ill-known, Rumor can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would hug, but when ‘t depends Not from the […]
Usurpation
Thou ‘adst to my soul no title or pretence; I was mine own, and free, Till I had given myself to thee; But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since. Well, since so insolent thou ‘rt grown, Fond tyrant! I’ll depose thee from thy throne; Such outrages must not admitted be In an […]
Tree Knowledge
THAT THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE. Against the Dogmatists. THE sacred tree ‘midst the fair orchard grew; The Phoenix truth did on it rest, And built his perfum’d nest; That right Porphyrian tree which did true Logick shew, Each leaf did learned notions give, And th’ apples were demonstrative; So clear their colour and divine, […]
To The Royal Society
I. Philosophy the great and only heir Of all that human knowledge which has bin Unforfeited by man’s rebellious sin, Though full of years he do appear, (Philosophy, I say, and call it, he, For whatso’ere the painter’s fancy be, It a male-virtue seems to me) Has still been kept in nonage till of […]
To The Lord Falkland
FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS. Great is thy Charge, O North! be wise and just, England commits her Falkland to thy trust; Return him safe; Learning would rather choose Her Bodley or her Vatican to lose: All things that are but writ or printed there, In his unbounded […]
To Sir William Davenant
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some fantastick fairy-land did show; Gods, devils, nymphs, witches and giants’ race, And all but man, in man’s chief work had place. Thou, like some worthy knight with sacred arms, Dost drive the monsters thence, […]
Thisbes Song
Come, love, why stay’st thou? The night Will vanish ere wee taste delight. The moone obscures her selfe from sight, Thou absent, whose eyes give her light. Come quickly deare, be briefe as time, Or we by morne shall be o’retane, Love’s Joy’s thing owne as well as mine, Spend not therefore, time in […]
The Wish
Well then; I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne’er agree. The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy; And they (methinks) deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. […]
The Welcome
Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d; My prodigal’s come home at last, With noble resolutions fill’d, And fill’d with sorrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart! Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear (‘T […]
The Vote Excerpt
……… This only grant me : that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high. Some honour I would have, Not from great deeds, but good alone ; Th’ ignote are better than ill-known, Rumor can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would hug, but when ‘t depends Not from the […]
The Usurpation
Thou ‘adst to my soul no title or pretence; I was mine own, and free, Till I had given myself to thee; But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since. Well, since so insolent thou ‘rt grown, Fond tyrant! I’ll depose thee from thy throne; Such outrages must not admitted be In an […]
The Tree Of Knowledge
THAT THERE IS NO KNOWLEDGE. Against the Dogmatists. THE sacred tree ‘midst the fair orchard grew; The Phoenix truth did on it rest, And built his perfum’d nest; That right Porphyrian tree which did true Logick shew, Each leaf did learned notions give, And th’ apples were demonstrative; So clear their colour and divine, […]
The Thraldom
I came, I saw, and was undone; Lightning did through my bones and marrow run; A pointed pain pierc’d deep my heart; A swift cold trembling seiz’d on every part; My head turn’d round, nor could it bear The poison that was enter’d there. So a destroying angel’s breath Blows-in the plague, and with […]
The Thief
Thou robb’st my days of business and delights, Of sleep thou robb’st my nights ; Ah, lovely thief, what wilt thou do? What? rob me of heaven too? Even in my prayers thou hauntest me: And I, with wild idolatry, Begin to God, and end them all to thee. Is it a sin to […]
The Spring
THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay, As ever they were wont to be ; Nay the Birds rural musick too Is as melodious and free, As if they sung to pleasure you: I saw a Rose-Bud ope this morn ; I’ll swear […]
The Request
I’AVE often wish’d to love; what shall I do? Me still the cruel boy does spare; And I a double task must bear, First to woo him, and then a mistress too. Come at last and strike, for shame, If thou art any thing besides a name; I’ll think thee else no God to […]
The Praise Of Pindar In Imitation Of Horace His Second Ode Book 4
Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c. I. Pindar is imitable by none; The phoenix Pindar is a vast species alone. Whoe’er but Daedalus with waxen wings could fly And neither sink too low nor soar too high? What could he who followed claim But of vain boldness the unhappy fame, And by his fall a sea […]
The Parting
As Men in Greenland left beheld the sun From their horizon run; And thought upon the sad half-year Of cold and darkness they must suffer there: So on my parting mistress did I look; With such swoln eyes my farewell took; Ah, my fair star! said I; Ah, those blest lands to which bright […]
The Motto
Tentanda via est, etc. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own? I shall like beasts or common people die, Unless you write my elegy; Whilst others great by being born are grown, Their mothers’ labor, not their own. In this scale gold, in th’other fame […]
The Innocent Ill
Though all thy gestures and discourses be Coin’d and stamp’d by modesty; Though from thy tongue ne’er slipp’d away One word which nuns at th’ altar might not say; Yet such a sweetness, such a grace, In all thy speech appear, That what to th’ eye a beauteous face, That thy tongue is to […]
The Heart Breaking
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke; In vain it something would have spoke: The love within too strong for ‘t was, Like poison put into a Venice-glass. I thought that this some remedy might prove; But oh, the mighty serpent Love, Cut by this chance in pieces small, In all still […]
The Grasshopper
Happy insect, what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the […]
The Given Love
I’LL on; for what should hinder me From loving and enjoying thee? Thou canst not those exceptions make, Which vulgar, sordid mortals take- That my fate’s too mean and low; ‘T were pity I should love thee so, If that dull cause could hinder me In loving and enjoying thee. It does not me […]
The Given Heart
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say They have giv’n their hearts away. Some good kind lover tell me how; For mine is but a torment to me now. If so it be one place both hearts contain, For what do they complain? What courtesy can Love do more, Than to join hearts […]
The Epicure
FILL the bowl with rosy wine, Around our temples roses twine. And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses smile. Crown’d with roses we contemn Gyge’s wealthy diadem. Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, […]
The Despair
Beneath this gloomy shade, By Nature only for my sorrows made, I’ll spend this voyce in crys, In tears I’ll waste these eyes By Love so vainly fed; So Lust of old the Deluge punished. Ah wretched youth! said I, “Ah, wretched youth!” twice did I sadly cry: “Ah, wretched youth!” the fields and […]
The Chronicle
A BALLAD. MARGARITA first possest, If I remember well, my brest, Margarita first of all; But when awhile the wanton maid With my restless heart had play’d, Martha took the flying ball. Martha soon did it resign To the beauteous Catharine. Beauteous Catharine gave place (Though loth and angry she to part With the […]
The Change
LOVE in her sunny eyes does basking play; Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair; Love does on both her lips for ever stray And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. In all her outward parts Love’s always seen; But, oh, He never went within. Within Love’s foes, his greatest foes abide, […]
Sport
The merry waves dance up and down, and play, Sport is granted to the sea; Birds are the choristers of the empty air, Sport is never wanting there. The ground doth smile at the spring’s flowery birth, Sport is granted to the earth; The fire its cheering flame on high doth rear, Sport is […]
Resolved To Be Loved
‘Tis true, I’have lov’d already three or four, And shall three or four hundred more; I’ll love each fair one that I see, Till I find one at last that shall love me. That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil, That ends my wandrings, and my toil. I’ll settle there and happy grow; […]
Resolved Be Loved
‘Tis true, I’have lov’d already three or four, And shall three or four hundred more; I’ll love each fair one that I see, Till I find one at last that shall love me. That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil, That ends my wandrings, and my toil. I’ll settle there and happy grow; […]
Reason Use It Divine Matters
Some blind themselves, ’cause possibly they may Be led by others a right way; They build on sands, which if unmov’d they find, ‘T is but because there was no wind. Less hard ‘t is, not to err ourselves, than know If our forefathers err’d or no. When we trust men concerning God, we […]
Reason The Use Of It In Divine Matters
Some blind themselves, ’cause possibly they may Be led by others a right way; They build on sands, which if unmov’d they find, ‘T is but because there was no wind. Less hard ‘t is, not to err ourselves, than know If our forefathers err’d or no. When we trust men concerning God, we […]
Platonick Love
INDEED I must confess, When souls mix ‘t is an happiness; But not complete till bodies too do combine, And closely as our minds together join: But half of heaven the souls in glory taste, Till by love in heaven, at last, Their bodies too are plac’d. In thy immortal part Man, as well […]
On The Death Of Sir Henry Wootton
What shall we say, since silent now is he Who when he spoke, all things would silent be? Who had so many languages in store, That only fame shall speak of him in more; Whom England now no more return’d must see; He’s gone to heaven on his fourth embassy. On earth he travell’d […]