Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.

A retir'd Friendship, To Ardelia.

COme, my Ardelia, to this Bower, Where kindly mingling Souls a while Let's innocently spend an hour, And at all serious follies smile.

2.

Here is no quarrelling for Crowns, Nor fear of changes in our Fate; No trembling at the great ones frowns, Nor any slavery of State.

3.

Here's no disguise nor treachery, Nor any deep conceal'd design; From Bloud and Plots this Place is free, And calm as are those looks of thine.

4.

Here let us sit and bless our Stars, Who did such happy quiet give,

As that remov'd from noise of Wars In one anothers hearts we live.

5.

Why should we entertain a fear Love cares not how the World is turn'd: If crouds of dangers should appear, Yet Friendship can be unconcern'd.

6.

We wear about us such a charm, No horrour can be our offence; For mischief's self can do no harm To Friendship or to Innocence.

7.

Let's mark how soon Apollo's beams Command the flocks to quit their meat, And not entreat the neighbouring streams To quench their thirst, but cool their heat.

8.

In such a scorching Age as this Who would not ever seek a shade, Deserve their Happiness to miss, As having their own peace betray'd.

9.

But we (of one anothers mind Assur'd) the boisterous World disdain; With quiet Souls and unconfin'd Enjoy what Princes wish in vain.