A Vision upon this conceit of the Fairy Queen.
ETHOUGHT I saw the Grave where Laura lay,
Within that Temple where the Vestal Flame
Was wont to burn; and paffing by that way,
To fee that buryed duft of living fame
Whose tomb fair Love, and fairer Vertue kept,
All fuddenly I faw the Fairy Queen :
At whofe approach, the Soul of Petrarch wept,
And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen.
For they this Queen attended; in whose steed
Oblivion laid him down on Laura's herse:
Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
And grones of buried Ghosts the Heavens did perse.
Where Homer's Spright did tremble all for grief
And curit th' access of that celestial 1 hief.
LEEP, Silence Child, fweet Father of foft reft,
Prince whofe approach peace to all mortalls brings,
Indifferent Hoft to fhepheards and to kings,
Sole comforter of minds with griefe oppreft.
Loe, by thy charming rod all breathing things
Lie flumbring, with forgetfulneffe poffest,
And yet o'er me to fpread thy drowfie wings
Thou fpares (alas) who cannot be thy guest.
Since I am thine, O come, but with that face
To inward light which thou art wont to show,
With fained folace eafe a true-felt woe,
Or if, deafe God, thou doe denie that
grace,
Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath,
I long to kiffe the image of my death.
Drummond, Edinb. 1616.
CLEAR Ankor, on whose filver-fanded shore,
My foul-fhrin'd Saint, my fair Idea lies,
O bleffed Brook, whose milk-white fwans adore
Thy crystal stream refined by her eyes,
Where fweet myrrh-breathing Zephyr in the Spring
Gently diftills his nectar-dropping fhowers,
Where nightingales in Arden fit and fing
Amongst the dainty dew-impearled flowers;
Say thus, fair Brook, when thou fhalt fee thy Queen,
Lo, here thy Shepherd fpent his wand'ring years;
And in these fhades, dear Nymph, he oft had been,
And here to thee he facrific'd his tears:
Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone,
And thou, Sweet Ankor, art my Helicon.
Know that all beneath the Moone decayes,
And what by mortalles in this world is brought,
In Time's great periods shall returne to nought,
That fairest states have fatall nights and dayes:
I know how all the Mufes heavenly layes;
With toyle of spright which are so dearly bought,
As idle founds, of few, or none are fought,
And that nought lighter is than airie praise.
I know fraile Beautie like the purple flowre,
To which one morne of birth and death affords,
That Love a jarring is of mindes accords,
Where Senfe and Will invaffall Reason's power:
Know what I lift, this all can not mee move
But that (oh mee!) I both muft write and love.
Drummond, Edinb. 1616.
RESTORE thy Treffes to the golden Oar;
Yield Citherea's Son those Arks of Love:
Bequeath the Heav'ns the Stars that I adore;
And to th' Orient do thy Pearls remove.
Yield thy hands price unto the ivory white;
T' Arabian Odors give thy breathing sweet;
Restore thy Blush unto Aurora bright;
To Thetis give the honour of thy Feet
Let Venus have thy Graces her refign'd;
And thy fweet Voice give back unto the Spheres:
But yet restore thy fierce and cruel Mind
To Hyrcan Tygers, and to ruthless Bears.
Yield to the Marble thy hard Heart again;
So fhalt thou ceafe to plague, and I to pain.
Daniel, XIX. Son. 1718. Ed. 2 V.
INCE there's no help, come let us kifs and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,
That thus fo cleanly I myself can free,
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not feen in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retain ;
Now at the laft gafp of Love's latest breath,
When his pulfe failing, paffion fpeechlefs lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is clofing up his eyes,
Now if thou would'ft, when all have given him over
From death to life thou might'ft him yet recover.
Dayton, LXI. Son.
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