Or, in your journey towards heav'n, say, Tooke you the world a little in your way? Saw'st and dislik'st its vaine pompe, then didst flye Up for eternall glories to the skye? Like a religious ambitious one, Aspiredst for the everlasting crowne?

Ah! holy traytour to your brother prince,
Rob'd of his birth-right and preheminence!
Could you ascend yon' chaire of state e're him,
And snatch from th' heire the starry diadem?
Making your honours now as much uneven,
As gods on earth are lesse then saints in heav'n.

Triumph! sing triumphs, then! Oh, put on all
Your richest lookes, drest for this festivall!
Thoughts full of ravisht reverence, with eyes
So fixt, as when a saint we canonize;
Clap wings with Seraphins before the throne
At this eternall coronation,

And teach your soules new mirth,
Worthy this birth-day to divinity.

such as may

But ah! these blast your feasts, the jubilies We send you up are sad, as were our cries,

be

And of true joy we can expresse no more
Thus crown'd, then when we buried thee before.

Princesse in heav'n, forgivenes! whilst we Resigne our office to the Hierarchy.

CLITOPHON AND LUCIPPE

TRANSLATED

TO THE LADIES

PRAY, ladies, breath, awhile lay by

Cælestial Sydney's Arcady;

Heere's a story that doth claime
A little respite from his flame:
Then with a quick dissolving looke
Unfold the smoothnes of this book,
To which no art (except your sight)
Can reach a worthy epithite;
'Tis an abstract of all volumes,
A pillaster of all columnes
Fancy e're rear'd to wit, to be
The smallest gods epitome,
And so compactedly expresse
All lovers pleasing wretchednes.

Gallant Pamela's majesty

And her sweet sisters modesty
Are fixt in each of you; you are,
Distinct, what these together were;
Divinest, that are really

What Cariclea's feign'd to be;

That are ev'ry one the Nine,
And brighter here Astreas shine;
View our Lucippe, and remaine
In her, these beauties o're againe.

Amazement! Noble Clitophon

Ev'n now lookt somewhat colder on
His cooler mistresse, and she too
Smil'd not as she us'd to do.
See! the individuall payre

Are at sad oddes, and parted are;
They quarrell, æmulate, and stand
At strife, who first shal kisse your hand.

A new dispute there lately rose
Betwixt the Greekes and Latines, whose
Temples should be bound with glory,
In best languaging this story;

Yee heyres of love, that with one smile
A ten-yeeres war can reconcile;
Peacefull Hellens! Vertuous! See:

The jarring languages agree!

And here, all armes layd by, they doe

In English meet to wayt on you.

TO MY TRUELY VALIANT

LEARNED FRIEND

WHO IN HIS BOOKE RESOLV'D THE ART GLADIATORY INTO THE MATHEMATICKS

HE

I

EARKE, reader! wilt be learn'd ith' warres?

A gen'rall in a gowne?

Strike a league with arts and scarres,
And snatch from each a crowne?

II

Wouldst be a wonder? Such a one,

As should win with a looke?

A bishop in a garison,

And conquer by the booke?

III

Take then this mathematick shield,

And henceforth by its rules

Be able to dispute ith' field,

And combate in the schooles.