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ll Time and Love Haste to their everlasting rest。
Alex。 Ah subtile swaine！ doth not my flame rise high As yours； and burne as hot？ Am not I shot With the selfe same artillery？
And can I breath without her air？Amyn。 Why； then； From thy tempestuous earth； Where blood and dearth Raigne 'stead of kings； agen
Wafte thy selfe over； and lest storms from far Arise； bring in our sight The seas delight； Lucasta； that bright northerne star。
Alex。 But as we cut the rugged deepe； I feare The green god stops his fell Chariot of shell； And smooths the maine to ravish her。
Amyn。 Oh no； the prince of waters' fires are done； He as his empire's old； And rivers； cold； His queen now runs abed to th' sun；
But all his treasure he shall ope' that day： Tritons shall sound： his fleete In silver meete； And to her their rich offrings pay。
Alex。 We flye； Amyntor； not amaz'd how sent By water； earth； or aire： Or if with her By fire： ev'n there I move in mine owne element。
Endymion Porter？
Lovelace himself。
CALLING LUCASTA FROM HER RETIREMENT。 ODE。
I。 From the dire monument of thy black roome； Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe； As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe。
II。 Sacred Lucasta； like the pow'rfull ray Of heavenly truth； passe this Cimmerian way； Whilst all the standards of your beames display。
III。 Arise and climbe our whitest； highest hill； There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill； And see seas calme as earth； earth as your will。
IV。 Behold！ how lightning like a taper flyes； And guilds your chari't； but ashamed dyes； Seeing it selfe out…gloried by your eyes。
V。 Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow； And to your steps part in soft paths； when now There no where hangs a cloud； but on your brow。
VI。 No showrs but 'twixt your lids； nor gelid snow； But what your whiter； chaster brest doth ow； Whilst winds in chains colder for sorrow blow。
VII。 Shrill trumpets doe only sound to eate； Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate； And drums at ev'ry health alarmes beate。
VIII。 All things Lucasta； but Lucasta； call； Trees borrow tongues； waters in accents fall； The aire doth sing； and fire is musicall。
IX。 Awake from the dead vault in which you dwell； All's loyall here； except your thoughts rebell Which； so let loose； often their gen'rall quell。
X。 See！ she obeys！ By all obeyed thus； No storms； heats； colds； no soules contentious； Nor civill war is found； I meane； to us。
XI。 Lovers and angels； though in heav'n they show； And see the woes and discords here below； What they not feele； must not be said to know。
Original has COLME。
i。e。 own。
Original reads YOUR。
Original has FIRE'S； but FIRE IS is required by the metre； and it is probably what the poet wrote。
AMARANTHA。 A PASTORALL。
Up with the jolly bird of light Who sounds his third retreat to night； Faire Amarantha from her bed Ashamed starts； and rises red As the carnation…mantled morne； Who now the blushing robe doth spurne； And puts on angry gray； whilst she； The envy of a deity； Arayes her limbes； too rich indeed To be inshrin'd in such a weed； Yet lovely 'twas and strait； but fit； Not made for her； but she to it： By nature it sate close and free； As the just bark unto the tree： Unlike Love's martyrs of the towne； All day imprison'd in a gown； Who； rackt in silke 'stead of a dresse； Are cloathed in a frame or presse； And with that liberty and room； The dead expatiate in a tombe。 No cabinets with curious washes； Bladders and perfumed plashes； No venome…temper'd water's here； Mercury is banished this sphere： Her payle's all this； in which wet glasse She both doth cleanse and view her face。 Far hence； all Iberian smells； Hot amulets； Pomander spells； Fragrant gales； cool ay'r； the fresh And naturall odour of her flesh； Proclaim her sweet from th' wombe as morne。 Those colour'd things were made； not borne。 Which； fixt within their narrow straits； Do looke like their own counterfeyts。 So like the Provance rose she walkt； Flowerd with blush； with verdure stalkt； Th' officious wind her loose hayre curles； The dewe her happy linnen purles； But wets a tresse； which instantly Sol with a crisping beame doth dry。 Into the garden is she come； Love and delight's Elisium； If ever earth show'd all her store； View her discolourd budding floore； Here her glad eye she largely feedes； And stands 'mongst them； as they 'mong weeds； The flowers in their best aray As to their queen their tribute pay； And freely to her lap proscribe A daughter out of ev'ry tribe。 Thus as she moves； they all bequeath At once the incense of their breath。 The noble Heliotropian Now turnes to her； and knowes no sun。 And as her glorious face doth vary； So opens loyall golden Mary Who； if but glanced from her sight； Straight shuts again； as it were night。 The violet （else lost ith' heap） Doth spread fresh purple for each step； With whose humility possest； Sh' inthrones the Poore Girle in her breast： The July…flow'r that hereto thriv'd； Knowing her self no longer…liv'd； But for one look of her upheaves； Then 'stead of teares straight sheds her leaves。 Now the rich robed Tulip who； Clad all in tissue close； doth woe Her （sweet to th' eye but smelling sower）； She gathers to adorn her bower。 But the proud Hony…suckle spreads Like a pavilion her heads； Contemnes the wanting commonalty； That but to two ends usefull be； And to her lips thus aptly plac't； With smell and hue presents her tast。 So all their due obedience pay； Each thronging to be in her way： Faire Amarantha with her eye Thanks those that live； which else would dye： The rest； in silken fetters bound； By crowning her are crown and crown'd。 And now the sun doth higher rise； Our Flora to the meadow hies： The poore distressed heifers low； And as sh' approacheth gently bow； Begging her charitable leasure To strip them of their milkie treasure。 Out of the yeomanry oth' heard； With grave aspect； and feet prepar'd； A rev'rend lady…cow drawes neare； Bids Amarantha welcome here； And from her privy purse lets fall A pearle or two； which seeme＇s＇ to call This adorn'd adored fayry To the banquet of her dayry。 Soft Amarantha weeps to see 'Mongst men such inhumanitie； That those； who do receive in hay； And pay in silver twice a day； Should by their cruell barb'rous theft Be both of that and life bereft。 But 'tis decreed； when ere this dies； That she shall fall a sacrifice Unto the gods； since those； that trace Her stemme； show 'tis a god…like race； Descending in an even line From heifers and from steeres divine； Making the honour'd extract full In Io and Europa's bull。 She was the largest goodliest beast； That ever mead or altar blest； Round ＇w＇as her udder； and more white Then is the Milkie Way in night； Her full broad eye did sparkle fire； Her breath was sweet as kind desire； And in her beauteous crescent shone； Bright as the argent…horned moone。 But see！ this whiteness is obscure； Cynthia spotted； she impure； Her body writheld； and her eyes Departing lights at obsequies： Her lowing hot to the fresh gale； Her breath perfumes the field withall； To those two suns that ever shine； To those plump parts she doth inshrine； To th' hovering snow of either hand； That love and cruelty command。 After the breakfast on her teat； She takes her leave oth' mournfull neat Who； by her toucht； now prizeth her life； Worthy alone the hollowed knife。 Into the neighbring wood she's gone； Whose roofe defies the tell…tale Sunne； And locks out ev'ry prying beame； Close by the lips of a cleare streame； She sits and entertaines her eye With the moist chrystall and the frye With burnisht…silver mal'd； whose oares Amazed still make to the shoares； What need she other bait or charm； What hook or angle； but her arm？ The happy captive； gladly ta'n； Sues ever to be slave in vaine； Who instantly （confirm'd in's feares） Hasts to his element of teares。 From hence her various windings roave To a well…orderd stately grove； This is the pallace of the wood And court oth' Royall Oake； where stood The whole nobility： the Pine； Strait Ash； tall Firre； and wanton Vine； The proper Cedar； and the rest。 Here she her deeper senses blest； Admires great Nature in this pile； Floor'd with greene…velvet Camomile； Garnisht with gems of unset fruit； Supply'd still with a self recruit； Her bosom wrought with pretty eyes Of never…planted Strawberries； Where th' winged musick of the ayre Do richly feast； and for their fare； Each evening in a silent shade； Bestow a grateful