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“O see, Constantia ! my short race is run;
THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OP See how my blood the thirsty ground doth dye;
PYRAMUS AND THISBE.
More my short time permits me not to tell,
MR. LAMBERT OSBOLSTON,
CHIEF SCHOOL-MASTER OF WESTMINSTEA SCHOOL
Can only show some budding of her wit. A star that's fall'n, or an eclipsed sun.
One frown upon her work, learn'd sir, from you, Thither Philocrates was driven by Fate,
Like some unkinder storm shot from your brow, And saw his friend lie bleeding on the earth;
Would turn her spring to withering antumn's time, Near bis pale corpse his weeping sister sate,
And make her blossoms perish ere their prime. Her eyes shed tears, her heart to sighs gave
But if you smile, if in your gracious eye birth.
She an auspicious alpha can descry, Philocrates, when he saw this, did cry,
How soon will they grow fruit ! how fresh appear! “ Friend, I'll revenge, or bear thee company!
That had such beams their infancy to chear!
Which being sprung to ripeness, expect then “ Just Jove hath sent me to revenge his fate;
The earliest oflering of her grateful pen. Nav.stay, Guisardo, think not Heaven in jest:
Your most dutiful scholar, 'Tis vain to hope flight can secure thy state." Then thrust his sword into the villain's breast.
ABR. COWLEY. “ Here,” said Philocrates, “ thy life I send
A sacrifice, l' appease my slaughter'd friend.” But, as he fell, “ Take this reward,” said he,
PYRAMUS AND THISBE. “ For thy new victory." With that he flung
When Babylon's high walls erected were
By Inighty Ninus' wife, two houses joind :
One Thisbe liv'd in, Pyramus the fair With that he falls, but, lifting up his eyes, “ Farewell, Constantia !” that word said, he
In the other: Earth ne'er boasted such a pair!
The very senseless walls themselves combin'd, dies.
And grew in one, just like their master's minda What shall she do ? She to her brother runs, His cold and lifeless body does embrace;
Thisbe all other women did excel, She calls to him that cannot hear her moans,
'The queen of love less lovely was than she: And with her kisses warms his clainny face.
And Pyramus more sweet than tongue can tell; “ My dear Philocrates !” she, weeping, cries,
Nature grew proud in framing them so well.
But Venus, envying they so fair should be, “Speak to thy sister !” but no voice replies.
Bids her son Cupid show his cruelty.
The all-subduing god his bow doth bend, “ O stay, blest sont, stay but a little here,
Whets and prepares his most remorseless dart, And take me with you to a lasting rest.
Which he unseen unto their hearts did send, Then to Elysium's mansions both shall fly,
And so was Love the cause of Beauty's end. Be married there, and never more to die."
But could he see, he bad not wrought their smart;
For pity sure would have o'ercome his heart. Büt, seeing them both dead, she cry'd, “ Ah me! Ah, my Philetus! for thy sake will i
Like as a bird, which in a net is ta'en, Make up a full and perfect tragedy :
By struggling more entangles in the gin; Since 'twas for me, dear love, that thou didst
So they, who in Love's labyrinth remain, die,
With striving never can a freedom gain. I'll follow thee, and not thy loss deplore;
The way to enter's broad; but, being in, These eyes, that saw thee kill’d, shall see no
No art, no labour can an exit win. more.
These lovers, though their parents did reprove " It shall not sure be said that thou didst die,
Their fires, and watched their deeds with jealousy; And thy Constantia live when thou wast slain :
Though in these storms no comfort could remove No, no, dear soul! I will not stay from thee;
The various doubts and fears that cool hot love; That will reflect upon my valued fame.”
Though he nor her's, nor she his face could see, Then piercing her sad breast, “ I come !" she
Yet this could not abolish Love's decree; . cries,
For age had crack'd the wall which did them part; And Death for ever clos'd her weeping eyes. This the unanimous couple soon did spy, Her soul being fled to its eternal rest,
And here their inward sorrows did impart, Her father comes, and, seeing this, he falls .
Unlading the sad burthen of their heart. To th' earth, with grief too great to be exprest:
Though Love be blind, this shows he can descry Whose doleful words my tired Muse me calls
A way to lessen his own misery.
Of odoriferous breath ; no other sport
So she, who fetcheth lustre from their sight, They could enjoy; yet think the time but short, Doth purpose to destroy their glorious light. And wish that it again renewed were,
Unto the mulberry-tree fairThisbe carne; To suck each other's breath for ever there.
Where having rested long, at last she 'gan Sometimes they did exclaim against their fate, Against her Pyramus for to exclaim, And sometimes they accus'd imperial Jove; Whilst various thoughts turmoil her troubled braid: Sometimes repent their flames; but all too late ; And, imitating thus the silver swan, The arrow could not be recallid: their state
A little while before her death, she sang :
Come, lore! why stayest thou ? the night And by their tears could understand their smart: Will vanish ere we taste delight:
But it was hard and knew not what they meant, The Moon obscures herself from sight,
Thou absent, whose eyes give her light.
Or we by Morn shall be o'erta'en; Breaks thorough all thy fiinty cruelty !
Love's joy's thine own as well as mine; For both our souls so closely joined lie,
Spend not therefore the time in vain. That nought but angry Death can them remove;
| HERE doubtful thoughts broke off her pleasant And though he part them, yet they'll meet
And for her lover's stay sent many a sigh;
Her Pyramus, she thought, did tarry long, Abortive tears from their fair eyes out-flow'd,
| And that his absence did her too much wrong. And damm'd the lovely splendour of their sight,
Then, betwixt longing hope and jealousy, Which seem'd like Titan, whilst some watery cloud
She fears, yet's loth to tax, his loyalty. O'erspreads his face, and his bright beams doth shroud;
Sometimes she thinks that he hath her forsaken; Till Vesper chas'd away the conquer'd light, Sometimes, that danger hath befallen him : And forced them (though loth ) to bid good- | She fears that he another love hath taken: night.
Which, being but imagin'd, soon doth waken
Numberless thoughts, which on her heart did But ere Aurora, usher to the day,
Fears, that her future fate too truly sing. Began with welcorne lustre to appear,
[ling The lovers rise, and at that cranny they
While she thus musing sat, ran from the wood Thus to each other their thoughts open lay,
An angry liun to the crystal springs, With many a sigh and many a speaking teai ;
Near to that place; who coming from his food, Whose grief the pitying Morning blusht to hear. His chaps were all besmear'd with crimson blood :
Swifter than thought, sweet Thisbe strat begins “ Dear love!” said Pyramus, “how long shall we,
To fly from him; fear gave her swallows' wings. Like fairest flowers not gather'd in their prime, Waste precious youth, and let advantage fice, As she avoids the lion, her desire Til we bewail (at last) our cruelty
Bids her to stay, lest Pyrainus should come, Upon ourselves? for beauty, though it shine
And be devour'd by the stern lion's ire, Like day, will quickly find an evening-time.
So she for ever burn in unquench'd fire : “ Therefore, sweet Thisbe, let us meet this night
But fear expels all reasons; she doth run
Into a darksome cave, ne'er seen by sun.
With haste she let her looser mantle fall :
For mounting love, stopt in its course, doth fall, With bloody teeth he tore in pieces small;
And long'd-for, yet untasted, joy kills all. While Thisbe ran, and look'd not back at all; “ What though our cruel parents angry be?
For, could the senseless beast ber face destry, What though our friends, alas ! are too unkind,
It had not done her such an injury. Time, that now offers, quickly may deny,
The night half wasted, Pyramus did come; And soon hold back fit opportunity.
Who, seeing printed in the yielding sand
Just like a marble statue did he stand,
Cut by some skilful graver's artful hand What he so long had pleaded, she desir'd: - Recovering breath, at Fate he did exclaim, Which Venus seeing with blind Chance conspir'd, Washing with tears the torn and bloody weed :
And many a charining accent to her sent, “ I.may,” said he,“ myself for her death blame;
That she (at last) would frustrate their intent., Therefore my blood shall wash away that shame : Thus Beauty is by Beauty's means undone,
Since she is dead, whose beauty doth exceed Striving to close those eyes that make her bright;
- All that frail man can either hear or read." Just like the Moon, which seeks t'eclipse the Sun, This spoke, he drew his fata! sword, and said, Wbence all ber splendor, all her beams, do come: “ Receive my criusun blood, as a due debt
Unto thy constant love, to which 'tis paid :
And on his love he rais'd his dying head: I strait will meet thee in the pleasant shade
Where, striving long for breath, at last, said he, Of cool Elysium ; where we, being met,
“ O Thisbe, I am hasting to the dead, Shall taste those joys that here we could not get.” And cannot heal that wound my fear hath bred : Then through his breast thrusting his sword, life hies ! Farewell, sweet Thisbe! we must parted be, From him, and he makes haste to seek his fair :
For angry Death will force me soon from thee.” And as upon the colour'd ground he lies,
Life did from him, he from his mistress, part, His blood had dropt upon the mulberries;
Leaving his love to languish here in woe. With which th' unspotted berries stained were, | What shall she do? How shall she ease her heart?
And ever since with red they colour'd are. Or with what language speak her inward sinart? At last fair Thisbe left the den, for fear
Usurping passion reason doth o'erflow, Of disappointing Pyramus, since she
She vows that with her Pyramus she'll go : Was bound by promise for to meet him there : Then takes the sword wherewith her love was slain, But when she saw the berries changed were
With Pyramus's crimson blood warm still ; From white to black, she knew not certainly And said, “Oh stay, blest soul, awhile refrain, It was the place where they agreed to be.
That we may go together, and remain With what delight from the dark cave she came,
In endless joys, and never fear the ill Thinking to tell how she escap'd the beast!
Of grudging friends !”—Then she herself did kill. But, when she saw her Pyramus lie slain,
To tell what grief their parents did sustain, Ah ! how perplex'd did her sad soul remain !
Were more than my rude quill can overcome; She tears her golden hair, and beats her breast Much did they weep and grieve, but all in vain, And every sign of raging grief exprest.
For weeping calls not back the dead again. She blames all-powerful Jove ; and strives to take Both in one grave were laid, when life was done ; His bleeding body from the moisten'd ground.
1. And these few words were writ upon the tomb: She kisses his pale face, till she doth make It red with kissing, and then seeks to wake
UNDERNEATH this marble stone, found.
Lie two beauties join'd in one.
Two, whose loves deaths could not sever; But afterwards, recovering breath, said she,
For both liv’d, both dy'd together. . ** Alas! what chance hath parted thee and I?
Two, whose souls, being too divine,
For earth, in their own sphere now shine.
Who have left their loves to fame, He, hearing Thisbe's name, lifts up his eye ; And their earth to earth again.
DE FELICI PARTU REGINE MARIÆ.? | A te sic vinci magnus quàm gruleat ille!
Vix hostes tanti vel superá sse fuit.
Jam tua plus vivit pictura ; at proxima fiet
Regis, et in methodo te peperisse juvat, Pere iterum nobis, læte Deceinber, ades.
O bona conjugii concors discordia vestri !
O sancta hac inter jurgia vetus amor!
Non Caroli puro respirans vultus in auro
Tam populo (et notum est quàm placet ille) Ipsa dies novit vix sibi verba dari.
placet. Cum corda arcana saltant festiva choreå,
Da veniam, hîc omnes nimium quòd simus avari; Cur pede vel tellus trita frequente sonet ?
Da veniam, hic animos quod satiare nequis. Quidve bibat Regi, quam perdit turba, salutem ?
Cúmque (sed ô nostris fiat lux serior annis) Sint mea pro tanto sobria vota viro.
In currum ascendas læta per astra tuum, Crede mihi, non sunt, non sunt ea gaudia vera,
Natorum in facie tua viva et mollis imago
Non minus in terris, quàm tua sculpta, regat. Quæ fiunt pompå gaudia vera sua. VICISTI tandem, vicisti, casta Maria;
ABRAKAMUS Cowley, T(rin). Coll}, Cedit de sexu Carolus ipse suo.
7 From the TNSAIA, sive Musarum Cantabrigiensium Consentus et Congratulatio, ad serenissinum Britanniarum Regem Carolumn, de quinta sua sobole [Princess Anne), clarissiina Principe, sibi nuper felicissimmè nata. Cantabrigiæ, 1637. I doubt pot but it will prove a pleasing amusement to the curious teader, to trace the first dawnings of genins in some of our first-rate poetic characters; and to compare them with the eminence they afterwards attained to, and the rank they at last held among their brethren of the laurel. Some early specimens of Dryden's genius may be seen in the first volume of his poems. Those of Cowley, here printed, abound with strokes of wit, some true, but the far greater part false ; which thoroughly characterise the writer, and may be justly pronounced to point out his genius and manner, in miniature. K.-This species of entertaininent the kind attention of Mr. Kynaston (the friend to whom I owe these remarks) enables me considerably to extend, by furnishing the earliest poetical productions of some writers who are now universally looked up to as excellent; none of which are to be found in any edition of their respective works. In such juvenile performances, it is well observed by an admin able critic, “the absurd conceits and extravagant fancies are the true seeds and germs, which afterwards ripen, by proper culture, into the most luxuriant harvests." See Annual Register, 1779, p. 180. J. ,
IN FELICISSIMAM REGINE MARIÆ, | Leave off then, London, to accuse the starres
For adding a worse terrour to the warres;
Nor quarrel with the Heavens, 'cause they beginne NATURA facies renovatur quolibet anno,
To send the worst effect and scorge of sinne, Et scse mirùm fertilis ipsa parit.
That dreadfull plague, which wheresoe're't abide, Sic quoque Naturæ exemplar Regina, decusque, Devours both man and each disease beside. In fætu toties se videt ipsa novam,
For every life which from great Charles does flow, Penè omnem signas tam srpè puerpera mensem, And 's female self, weighs down a crowd of low Et cupit à partu pomen habere tuo.
And vulgar souls : Fate rids of them the Earth, Quaque tuos toties audit Lucina labores,
To make more room for a great prince's birth. Vix ipsa in proprio sæpiùs Orbe tumet.
So when the Sunne, after his watrie rest, Fecundain semper spectabis Jane, Mariam, Comes dancing from his chamber of the east, Sive hâc sive illâ fronte videre voles.
A thousand pettie lamps, spread ore the skie, Discite, subjecti, ufficium: Regina Marito
Shrink in their doubtfull beams, then wink, and die: Annua jam toties ipsa tributa dedit.
Yet no man grieves; the very birds arise, Dum redit à sanctis non fessus Carolus aris,
And sing glad notes in stead of elegies :
The leaves and painted flowers, which did erewhile Principis occurit nuntia fama novi.
Tremble with mournfull drops, beginne to smile. Non mirum, existat cùm proximus ipse Tonanti, Vicinum attingunt quòd citò vota Deum.
The losse of many why should they bemone,
Who for them more than many have in one ?
How blest must thou thy self, bright Mary, be,
Who by thy wombe can'st blesse our miserie? Factura ò longùm nobis jejunia festum !
May 't still be fruitful! May your offspring too O magnas epulas exhibitura fames ! En fundunt gemitum et lacrymarum flumina; tur
Spread largely, as your fame and virtues do !
Fill every season thus: Time, which devours
It's own sonnes, will be glad and proud of yours.
So will the year (though sure it weari'd be
With often revolutions) when 't shall see
Joy to return into it self again.
A. Cowley, A. B. 7(rin). Coll). UPON THE HAPPIE BIRTII OF THE
| ox THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE DUDLEY
LORD CARLETON, VISCOUNT PORCHESTER, LATA The severall shires their various forces lend,
PRINCIPAL SECRETARY OF STATE.
Of all the fiends, to the black Stygian hall;
The dire Tartarian monsters, hating light, Which did this royall prince for tribute pay. Begot by dismal Erebus and Night, Who shall henceforth be with such rage possest, Where'er dispers'd abroad, hearing the fame To rouse our English lion from his rest?
Of their accursed meeting, thither came. When a new sonne doth his blest stock adorn, Revenge, whose greedy mind no blood can fill, Then to great Charles is a new armie born. | And Envy, never satisfy'd with ill: In private births hopes challenge the first place: | Thither blind Boldness, and impatient Rage, There's certaintie at first in the king's race ; Resorted, with Death's neighbour, envious Age. And we may say, Such will his glories be,
These, to oppress the Earth, the Furies sent': Such his great acts, and, yet not prophesie.
The council thus dissolv'd, an angry Fever, I see in him his father's boundlesse sprite,
Whose quenchless thirst by blood was sated never, Powerfullas Alame, yet gentle as the light.
Envying the riches, honour, greatness, love, I see him through an adverse battle thrust,
And virtue (load-stone, that all these did move) Bedeck'd with noble sweat and comely dust.
Of noble Carleton, him she took away, I see the pietie of the day appeare,
And, like a greedy vulture, seiz'd her prey, Joyn'd with the heate and valour of the yeare, Weep with me, each who either reads or hears, Which happie Fate did to this birth allow :
And know his loss deserves his country's tears ! I see all this; for sure 'tis present now.
The Muses lost a patron by his fate,
Virtue a husband, and a prop the State. 8 From the Voces Votivæ ab Academicis Can- | Sol's chorus weeps, and, to adorn his hearse, tabrigiensibus pro novissimo Caroli et Mariæ Prin Calliope would sing a tragic verse. cipe Filio, emissæ. Cantabrigiæ, 1640.
And, had there been before no spring of theirs, Henry, who was declared by his father duke of
They would have made a Helicon with tears. Gloucester in 1641, but not so created till May 13,
ABR. COWLEY. 1659. He died September 13, 1660.-The Verses are taken from the Voces Votivæ, &c. 1640. ' Something is here wanting, as appears from J. N.
the want both of rhyme and connection. J. N.