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The constellation so called。 In old drawings Cassiopeia is represented as a woman sitting in a chair with a branch in her hand； and hence the allusion here。 Dixon； in his CANIDIA； 1683； part i。 p。 35； makes his witches say：
〃We put on Berenice's hair； And sit in Cassiopeia's chair。〃
Randolph couples it with 〃Ariadne's Crowne〃 in the following passage：
〃Shine forth a constellation； full and bright； Bless the poor heavens with more majestick light； Who in requitall shall present you there ARIADNE'S CROWNE and CASSIOPEIA'S CHAYR。〃 POEMS； ed。 1640； p。 14。
William Habington published his poems under the name of CASTARA； a fictitious appellation signifying the daughter of Lord Powis。 This lady was eventually his wife。 The first edition of CASTARA appeared in 1634； the second in 1635； and the third in 1640。
Waller's SACHARISSA； i。e。 Lady Dorothy Sydney。
Lollia Paulina； who first married Memmius Regulus； and subsequently the Emperor Caligula； from both of whom she was divorced。 She inherited from her father enormous wealth。
THE DUELL。
I。 Love drunk； the other day； knockt at my brest； But I； alas！ was not within。 My man； my ear； told me he came t' attest； That without cause h'd boxed him； And battered the windows of mine eyes； And took my heart for one of's nunneries。
II。 I wondred at the outrage safe return'd； And stormed at the base affront； And by a friend of mine； bold faith； that burn'd； I called him to a strict accompt。 He said that； by the law； the challeng'd might Take the advantage both of arms and fight。
III。 Two darts of equal length and points he sent； And nobly gave the choyce to me； Which I not weigh'd； young and indifferent； Now full of nought but victorie。 So we both met in one of's mother's groves； The time； at the first murm'ring of her doves。
IV。 I stript myself naked all o're； as he： For so I was best arm'd； when bare。 His first pass did my liver rase： yet I Made home a falsify too neer： For when my arm to its true distance came； I nothing touch'd but a fantastick flame。
V。 This； this is love we daily quarrel so； An idle Don…Quichoterie： We whip our selves with our own twisted wo； And wound the ayre for a fly。 The only way t' undo this enemy Is to laugh at the boy； and he will cry。
〃To falsify a thrust；〃 says Phillips （WORLD OF WORDS； ed。 1706； art。 FALSIFY）； 〃is to make a feigned pass。〃 Lovelace here employs the word as a substantive rather awkwardly； but the meaning is； no doubt； the same。
CUPID FAR GONE。
I。 What； so beyond all madnesse is the elf； Now he hath got out of himself！ His fatal enemy the Bee； Nor his deceiv'd artillerie； His shackles； nor the roses bough Ne'r half so netled him； as he is now。
II。 See！ at's own mother he is offering； His finger now fits any ring； Old Cybele he would enjoy； And now the girl； and now the boy。 He proffers Jove a back caresse； And all his love in the antipodes。
III。 Jealous of his chast Psyche； raging he Quarrels with student Mercurie； And with a proud submissive breath Offers to change his darts with Death。 He strikes at the bright eye of day； And Juno tumbles in her milky way。
IV。 The dear sweet secrets of the gods he tells； And with loath'd hate lov'd heaven he swells； Now； like a fury； he belies Myriads of pure virginities； And swears； with this false frenzy hurl'd； There's not a vertuous she in all the world。
V。 Olympus he renownces； then descends； And makes a friendship with the fiends； Bids Charon be no more a slave； He Argos rigg'd with stars shall have； And triple Cerberus from below Must leash'd t' himself with him a hunting go。
This stanza was suppressed by Mr。 Singer。
Original reads THE。
A MOCK SONG。
I。 Now Whitehall's in the grave； And our head is our slave； The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster； Now the miter is lost； The proud Praelates； too； crost； And all Rome's confin'd to a cloister。 He； that Tarquin was styl'd； Our white land's exil'd； Yea； undefil'd； Not a court ape's left to confute us； Then let your voyces rise high； As your colours did flye； And flour'shing cry： Long live the brave Oliver…Brutus。
II。 Now the sun is unarm'd； And the moon by us charm'd； All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly； Now the thighs of the Crown And the arms are lopp'd down； And the body is all but a belly。 Let the Commons go on； The town is our own； We'l rule alone： For the Knights have yielded their spent…gorge； And an order is tane With HONY SOIT profane； Shout forth amain： For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St。 George。
Cromwell。
A FLY CAUGHT IN A COBWEB。
Small type of great ones； that do hum Within this whole world's narrow room； That with a busie hollow noise Catch at the people's vainer voice； And with spread sails play with their breath； Whose very hails new christen death。 Poor Fly； caught in an airy net； Thy wings have fetter'd now thy feet； Where； like a Lyon in a toyl； Howere thou keep'st a noble coyl； And beat'st thy gen'rous breast； that o're The plains thy fatal buzzes rore； Till thy all…bellyd foe （round elf） Hath quarter'd thee within himself。
Was it not better once to play I' th' light of a majestick ray； Where； though too neer and bold； the fire Might sindge thy upper down attire； And thou i' th' storm to loose an eye。 A wing； or a self…trapping thigh： Yet hadst thou fal'n like him； whose coil Made fishes in the sea to broyl； When now th'ast scap'd the noble flame； Trapp'd basely in a slimy frame； And free of air； thou art become Slave to the spawn of mud and lome？
Nor is't enough thy self do's dresse To thy swoln lord a num'rous messe； And by degrees thy thin veins bleed； And piecemeal dost his poyson feed； But now devour'd； art like to be A net spun for thy familie； And； straight expanded in the air； Hang'st for thy issue too a snare。 Strange witty death and cruel ill That； killing thee； thou thine dost kill！ Like pies； in whose entombed ark All fowl crowd downward to a lark； Thou art thine en'mies' sepulcher； And in thee buriest； too； thine heir。
Yet Fates a glory have reserv'd For one so highly hath deserv'd。 As the rhinoceros doth dy Under his castle…enemy； As through the cranes trunk throat doth speed； The aspe doth on his feeder feed； Fall yet triumphant in thy woe； Bound with the entrails of thy foe。
The spider。
A FLY ABOUT A GLASSE OF BURNT CLARET。
I。 Forbear this liquid fire； Fly； It is more fatal then the dry； That singly； but embracing； wounds； And this at once both burns and drowns。
II。 The salamander； that in heat And flames doth cool his monstrous sweat； Whose fan a glowing cake is said； Of this red furnace is afraid。
III。 Viewing the ruby…christal shine； Thou tak'st it for heaven…christalline； Anon thou wilt be taught to groan： 'Tis an ascended Acheron。
IV。 A snow…ball heart in it let fall； And take it out a fire…ball； Ali icy breast in it betray'd Breaks a destructive wild granade。
V。 'Tis this makes Venus altars shine； This kindles frosty Hymen's pine； When the boy grows old in his desires； This flambeau doth new light his fires。
VI。 Though the cold hermit over wail； Whose sighs do freeze； and tears drop hail； Once having pass'd this； will ne'r Another flaming purging fear。
VII。 The vestal drinking this doth burn Now more than in her fun'ral urn； Her fires； that with the sun kept race； Are now extinguish'd by her face。
VIII。 The chymist； that himself doth still； Let him but tast this limbecks bill； And prove this sublimated bowl； He'll swear it will calcine a soul。
IX。 Noble； and brave！ now thou dost know The false prepared decks below； Dost thou the fatal liquor sup； One drop； alas！ thy barque blowes up。
X。 What airy country hast to save； Whose plagues thou'lt bury in thy grave？ For even now thou seem'st to us On this gulphs brink a Curtius。
XI。 And now th' art faln （magnanimous Fly） In； where thine Ocean doth fry； Like the Sun's son； who blush'd the flood To a complexion of blood。
XII。 Yet； see！ my glad auricular Redeems thee （though dissolv'd） a star； Flaggy thy wings； and scorch'd thy thighs； Thou ly'st a double sacrifice。
XIII。 And now my warming； cooling breath Shall a new life afford in death； See！ in the hospital of my hand Already cur'd； thou fierce do'st stand。
XIV。 Burnt insect！ dost thou reaspire The moist…hot…glasse and liquid fire？ I see 'tis such a pleasing pain； Thou would'st be scorch'd and drown'd again。