Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
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- Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
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To Mr. HILL, on his Verses to the Dutchess of YORK, when she was at Cambridge.
WHat fitter Subject could be for thy Wit? What Wit for Subject could there be more fit Than thine for this, by which thou'st nobly shew'd Thy Soul with Loyal Sentiments endew'd? Not only so, but prov'd thy self to be Mirrour of what her Highness came to see: VVho having seen the Schools of Art, the best She found concenter'd in thy matchless Breast;Page 5
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To my Cousin Mr. E. F. on his Excellent PAINTING.
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To my Reverend Friend Mr. H—. on his Presenting me The Reasonableness of Christianity, and The History of King CHARLES the First, &c.
GOod Sir, if I could my Resentments shew In words, how much I am oblig'd to you, I wou'd invoke some Muse to teach me how T' express my gratitude in number now; But, Sir, the kindness which to me you shew'd, Transcends the bounds of finite gratitude:Page 9
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To Mr. G. P. my Adopted Brother; on the nigh approach of his Nuptials.
Dear Brother, THy Marry'ng humour I dare scarce upbraid; Lest thou retort upon me Musty Maid; Yet prithee don't its joys too much esteem, It will not prove what distance makes it seem: Bells are good musick, if they're not too nigh, But sure 'ts base living in a Belfery. To see Lambs skip o're Hills is pretty sport, But who wou'd justle with them in their Court? Then let not Marriage thee in danger draw, Unless thou'rt bit with Love's Tarantula; A Frenzy which no Physick can reclaim, But Crosses, crying Children, scolding Dame: Yet who would such a dang'rous Med'cine try, Where a disease attends the remedy; Whilst Love's Diaryan it assays to cure, It introduces Anger's Calenture. Ah, pity thy good humour should be spoil'd, The glory of thy wit and friendship soil'd:Page 12
A VIRGIN LIFE.
SInce, O ye Pow'rs, ye have bestow'd on me So great a kindness for Virginity, Suffer me not to fall into the Pow'rs Of Mens almost Omnipotent Amours; But in this happy Life let me remain, Fearless of Twenty five and all its train, Of slights or scorns, or being call'd Old Maid, Those Goblings which so many have betray'd: Like harmless Kids, that are pursu'd by men, For safety run into a Lyon's Den. Ah lovely State how strange it is to see, What mad conceptions some have made of thee,Page 13
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To my Friend EXILLUS, on his persuading me to Marry Old Damon.
WHen Friends advice with Lovers forces joyn, They'll conquer Hearts more fortify'd than mine•• For mine lyes as it wont, without defence, No Guard nor Art but its own innocence; Under which Fort, it could fierce storms endure, But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure. Ah, why would'st thou assist my Enemy, Who was himself almost too strong for me? Thou with Idolatry mak'st me adore, And homage do to the proud Conquerour. Now round his Neck my willing Arms I'd twine, And swear upon his Lips, My Dear, I'm thine, But that his kindness then would grow, I fear, Too weighty for my weak desert to bear. I fear 't wou'd even to extreams improve, And Iealousie, they say, 's th' extream of Love; That after all my kindness to him shown, My little Neddy, he'll not think't his own: Ev'n thou my Dear Exillus he'll suspect, If I but look on thee, I him neglect:Page 15
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To Dr. R. S. my indifferent Lover, who complain'd of my Indifferency.
YOu'd little reason to complain of me, Or my unkindness or indiff'rency, Since I by many a circumstance can prove, That int'rest was the motive of your love; But Heav'n it self doth ever hate th' address, VVhose crafty Motive's only interess; No more can honest Maids endure to be, The objects of your wife indiff'rency. Such wary Courtship only should be shown To cunning jilting Baggages o'th' Town: For faithfull Love••s the rhetorick that persuades, And charms the hearts of silly Countrey Maids. But when we find your Courtship's but pretence, Love were not Love in us, but impudence. At best I'm sure it needs must prove to us (VVhat e're you think on't) most injurious. For had I of that gentle nature been, As to have lov'd your Person, Wit, or Mien,Page 17
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On the DEATH of my Dear Friend and Play-fellow, Mrs E. D. having Dream'd the night before I heard thereof, that I had lost a Pearl.
I Dream'd I lost a Pearl, and so it prov'd; I lost a Friend much above Pearls belov'd: A Pearl perhaps adorns some outward part, But Friendship decks each corner of the heart: Friendship's a Gem, whose Lustre do's out-shine All that's below the heav'nly Crystaline: Friendship is that mysterious thing alone, Which can unite, and make two Hearts but one; It purifies our Love, and makes it flow I'th' clearest stream that's found in Love below; It sublimates the Soul, and makes it move Towards Perfection and Celestial Love. We had no by-designs, nor hop'd to get Each by the other place amongst the great; Nor Riches hop'd, nor Poverty we fear'd, 'Twas Innocence in both, which both rever'd:Page 19
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The Prospect of a LANDSKIP, Beginning with a GROVE.
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Sitting by a Rivulet.
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A HILL.
OH that I cou'd Verses write, That might express thy praise, Or with my Pen ascend thy height; I thence might hope to raise My Verse upon Fame's soaring wing, That it might so advance, As with Apollo's Lyre to Sing, And with the Spheres to Dance.Page 28
To Sir F. W. presenting him Cowley's first Works.
WHen vacant hours admit you to peruse, The mighty Cowley's early Muse; Behold it as a bud of wit, whose growth O're-tops all that our Isle brought forth: And may it still above all others grow, Till equall'd, or out-done by you••To Ovid's HEROINES in his Epistles.
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To my Honourable Unkle Colonel C— after his Return into the Low-Countries.
DEar Sir, the joys which range through all your Troops, Express'd by Caps thrown up, and English Whoops, Were the old marks of Conquest, which they knew They should obtain, when they obtained you;Page 30
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On the Apothecary's Filing my Bills amongst the Doctors.
I Hope I shan't be blam'd if I am proud, That I'm admitted 'mongst this Learned Croud; To be proud of a Fortune so sublime, Methinks is rather Duty, than a Crime: Were not my thoughts exalted in this state, I should not make thereof due estimate: And sure one cause of Adam's fall was this, He knew not the just worth of Paradise; But with this honour I'm so satisfy'd, The Antients were not more when Deify'd: For this transcends all common happiness, And is a Glory that exc••eds excess. This 'tis, makes me a fam'd Physician grow, As Saul 'mongst Prophets turn'd a Prophet too. The sturdy Gout, which all Male power withstands, Is overcome by my soft Female hands: Not Deb'ra, Iudith, or Semiramis Could boast of Conquests half so great as this; More than they slew, I save in this Disease.Page 32
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To my Unkind STREPHON.
WHen last I saw thee, thou did'st seem so kind, Thy Friendship & thy Mirth so unconsin'd; Thy Mind serene, Angelical thy Face, Wit and good humour ev'ry part did grace; That nought unkind appear'd to my dull sence, To cloud the Glories of Love's Excellence. Thus e're the Sun his leave of us he takes, Behind the Trees a glorious Landskip makes; So in thy Mien those Glories did appear, To shew it seems Friendship was setting there: But now't's obscured, whether it descends Into the Ocean of more worthy Friends;Page 35
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To my Friend Mr. S. L. ON HIS Receiving the Name of Little Tom King.
FEar not, dear Friend, the less'ning of thy Fame, Because here's Little fix'd upon thy Name; Thy matchless Worth, alas, is too well known, To suffer damage by detraction. Nor can the Splendour of thy glorious Rays Gain Augmentation by our worthless praise; But as the faithfull Diamonds luster's shown, Whether set on Foils, or in the Fire thrown; So art thou Little King, whose Worth cross Fate, By no Vicissitude can vitiate: So sweet thy Humour, so genteel thy Mien; So wise thy Actions, all thy Thoughts serene; That Envies self, who do's all praise regret, Must own in thee Virtue and Wisdom's met; For were't thou really such as is thy Name, I'm sure thy Wisdom wou'd adorn the same; And to the silly World it shou'd be shown, That Virtue cou'd add Splendour to a Throne.Page 38
Necessity of Fate.
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To my Honoured Friend, Mr. E. S—.
OH had I any Charms of equal Powers, To lay those spirits which are rais'd by yours; I would employ them all, rather than now Suffer my babbling Rhimes to trouble you: But ah! alas my Spells are all too weak, To keep a silence which you urge to break; Though I remember justly where and when I promis'd ne'er to trouble you agen; And when I spoke, I meant my words for true, But those Resolves were cancell'd at review Of your obliging Lines, which made me know Silence to be the greater fault o'th' too:Page 41
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On my Mother and my Lady W—. who both lay sick at the same time under the Hands of Dr. Paman.
LIke two sweet Youths strip••d naked on the Strand, Ready to plunge, in consternation stand, Viewing the dimples of that smiling Face, Whose frigid Body they design t' imbrace, Till by their Guardian Angel's care, some friend Snatches them from the danger they intend: So did these Pious Souls themselves prepare, By putting off the Robes of worldly care. Thus fitted (as they were) in each degree, To lanch into a bless'd Eternity; They both had shot the Gulph— Had not thei•• Guardian-God, good Paman sent, Who by his Skill a longer time them lent.Page 43
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In Commendation of the Female Sex. Out of SCIPINA.
AH Beauteous Sex, to you we're bound to give Our thanks for all the Blessings we receive; Ev'n that we're Men, the chief of all our boast Were without you, but a vast blessing lost. In vain would Man his mighty Patent show, That Reason makes him Lord of all below; If Woman did not moderate his rule, He'd be a Tyrant, or a softly fool. For e'er Love's documents inform his Breast, He's but a thoughtless kind of Houshold Beast. Houses, alas, there no such thing wou'd be, He'd live beneath the umbrage of a Tre••: Or else usurp some free-born Native's Cave; And so inhabit, whilst alive, a Grave: Or o'er the World this Lordly Brute wou'd rove, Were he not taught and civiliz'd by Love. 'Tis Love and Beauty regulate our Souls, No rules so certain as in Venus Schools:Page 45
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To my BROTHER, whilst he was in France.
DEar Brother, So far as you advance Your knowledge, by your Iourney into France•• So far and more I'm sure I backward go, For I can't say As in praesenti now; Nor ever shall (I am so much concern'd For your dear safety) whilst you are return'd. Nothing at present wonted pleasure yields, The Birds nor Bushes, or the gaudy Fields; Nor Osier holts, nor Flow'ry banks of Glen; Nor the soft Meadow-grass seem Plush, as when We us'd to walk together kindly here, And think each blade of Corn a Gem did bear. Instead of this, and thy Philosophy, Nought but my own false Latin now I see; False Verse, or Lovers falsest of the three: Ev'n thoughts of formor happiness augment My Griefs, and are my present punishment;Page 47
On the DEATH of my Brother.
COme Sorrow, come, embrace my yielding heart, For thou'rt alone, no Passion else a-part; Since of my Dear by Death I am bereft, Thou art the faithfull'st Lover I have left; And so much int'rest thou hast got in me, All thoughts of him prove only Pimps to thee: If any joy s••em to accost my Soul, One thought of him do's presently controle Those fawning Rivals; all which steal away, Like wand'ring Ghosts at the approach of day. But hold, fond Grief, thou must forbear a while, Thy too too kind Caresses, which beguile Me of my Reason,—retire whilst I Repeat the Life, the Death, the Elogy,Page 48
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On the same. A Pindarique ODE.
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Part of the XIX. PSALM.
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Coming from—in a Dark Night.
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To my Dear Cousin Mrs. M. T. after the Death of her Husband and Son.
DEar Coz. I hope by this time you have dry'd, At least set bounds to th'almost boundless tide Of flowing Tears: I'm sure my wish is so, Which Love and Int'rest does oblige me to; For you can bear no Sufferings alone, All yours are mine by participation; And doubtless all your Friends, in some degree, Must bear a share, if they can love like me: Then if not for your own sake, yet for ours, And in submission to th' Eternal Powers, Not only dry your Eyes, but chear your Brow, And lend us Ioys, and we'll repay them you. Rouse up your Soul, and shew your self indu'd With Mothers Prudence, Fathers Fortitude; In other Vertues you have equall'd them, In these strive to out-doe your worthy Stem; For here Ambition can't excessive be, Neither esteemed pride or vanity:Page 60
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TO MY Young Lover.
INcautious Youth, why do'st thou so mis-place Thy fine Encomiums on an o'er-blown Face; Which after all the Varnish of thy Quill, Its Pristine wrinkles shew apparent still: Nor is it in the power of Youth to move An Age-chill'd heart to any strokes of Love. Then chuse some budding Beauty, which in time May crown thy Wishes in thy blooming prime: For nought can make a more preposterou•• show, Than April Flowers stuck on St. Michael's Bow. To consecrate thy first-born Sighs to me, A superannuated Deity; Makes that Idolatry and deadly Sin, Which otherwise had only Venial been.Page 62
TO MY Young Lover ON HIS VOW.
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TO MY Young Lover. A SONG.
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To my Unkind Friend, Little Tom King.
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A Second EPISTLE. To my Honoured Friend Mr. E. S.
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A PASTORAL DIALOGUE Betwixt Two Shepherd Boys.
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To Mr. C. B. On his Incomparable SINGING.
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THE COMPLAINT.
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A SONG in SCIPINA.
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A SONG.
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A SONG.
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A SONG.
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A Bachanalian SONG.
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An ODE.
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Absence for a Time.
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Parting with—
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THE Anchorite IN SCIPINA.
AH, happy are we Anchorites that know Not Womens Ebbs, nor when their Love will flow. We know no Storms that rage in Womens Breasts, But here in quiet build our Halcyon Nests; Where no deceitfull Calm our Faith beguiles, No cruel frowns, nor yet more cruel smiles; No rising Wave of Fate our hopes advance, Nor fear we fathomless despair of Chance; But our strong Minds, like Rocks, their firmness prove, Defying both the Storms of Fate and Love.Page 92
Iane, Nan, and Frank, their Fare∣well to Captain C. going to Sea.
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To her Lovers Complaint. A SONG.
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To my Adopted BROTHER, Mr. G. P. On my frequent Writing to Him.
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To my Friends against POETRY.
DEar Friends, if you'll be rul'd by me, Beware o'th' Charms of Poetry; And meddle with no fawning Muse, They'll but your harmless Loves abuse. Though to Orinda they were ty'd, That nought their Friendship cou'd divide; And Cowley's Mistriss had a Flame As pure and lasting as his Fame: Yet now they're all grown Prostitutes, And wantonly admit the Suits Of any Fop, that will pretend To be their Servant or their Friend. Though they to Wit no Homage pay, Nor yet the Laws of Verse obey, ••ut ride poor Six-foot out of breath, ••nd wrack a Metaphor to death; ••ho make their Verse imbibe the crimes, ••nd the lewd Follies too o'th' times; ••ho think all Wit consists in Ranting, ••nd Vertuous Love in wise Gallanting:Page 96
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TO THE Importunate ADDRESS OF POETRY.
KInd Friend, I prithee cease t' infest This barren Region of my Breast, Which never can a Harvest yield, Since Sorrow has o'er-grown the Field. If Int'rest won't oblige thee to't, At least let Honour make thee do't; 'Cause I ungratefully have chose Such Friends, as will thy Charms oppose•• But nought I see will drive thee hence, Grief, Bus'ness, nor Impertinence: Still, still thou wilt thy Ioys obtrude Upon a Mind so wholly rude, As can't afford to entertain Thee with the welcom of one strain: Few Friends, like thee, will be so kind, To come where Int'rest do's not bind:Page 98
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A Farewell to POETRY, WITH A Long Digression on ANATOMY.
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On the DEATH of my Brother. A SONNET.
Notes
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Wood•• Auth•••• anoth•••• Spee••••
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The noble and sordid Passions.
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Doctors.
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(a) 1.4
Old Doctors.
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(b) 1.5
Young Physi••ians.
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(a) 1.6
Having learned Latin by reading the Latin Poets.
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(b) 1.7
My Brother.
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The Three Humours of the Eye, and its several Tunicks.
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(d) 1.9
Ad infimum ventrem.
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(e) 1.10
Morbi in infimo ventre, Di••rrhaea, &c.
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(f) 1.11
Venae Lactea.
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Secundum Opinionem Galinist. contra receptaculum commune.
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Per Diaphragma.
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(i) 1.14
De cordis Structura.
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(k) 1.15
My deceased Brother.
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(l) 1.16
De Motu Cordis.