Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.

Vpon Master W. Mounta∣gue his returne from travell.

LEade the black Bull to slaughter, with the Bore And Lambe, then purple with their mingled gore The Oceans curled brow, that so we may The Sea-Gods for their caresull wastage pay: Send gratefull Incense up in pious smoake To those mild spirits, that cast a curbing yoake Vpon the stubborne winds, that calmely blew To the wisht shore, our long'd for Mountague, Then whilst the Aromatique odours burne, In honour of their Darling's safe returne; The Muses Quire shall thus with voyce and hand, Blesse the sayre Gale that drove his ship to land,

Sweetly breathing Ver•…•…all Ayre, That with kind warmth doest repayre Winters ruines, •…•…rom whose brest All the gums, and spice of th' East Borrow their perfumes, whose eye Guilds the morne, and cleares the skie,

Whose disheveld tresses shed Pearles upon the Violet bed, On whose brow with calme smiles drest The Halcions sits and builds her nest. Beautie, Youth, and endlesse spring, Dwell upon thy rosie wing. Thou, if stormie Boreas throwes Downe whole Forrest when be blowes, With a pregnant flowery birth Canst refresh the teeming Earth; If he nip the early bud, If he blast what's faire or good; If he scatter our choyce flowers, If she shake our hills or bowers, If his rude breath threaten us, Thou canst stroake great Aeolus, And from him the grace obtaine To binde him in an Iron chaine.

Thus, whilst you deale your body 'mongst your friends, And fill their circling armes, my glad soule sends This her embrace: Thus we of Delphos greet As Lay-men claspe their hands, we joyne our feet.