Nos fine lætitiæ ftrepitu, fine murmure læti:
Ipfa dies novit vix fibi verba dari.
Cum corda arcanâ faltant festiva choreâ,
Cur pede vel tellus trita frequente fonet?
Quidve bibat Regi, quam perdit turba, falutem?
Sint mea pro tanto fobria vota viro.
Crede mihi, non funt, non funt ea gaudia vera,
Quæ fiunt pompâ gaudia vera fuâ.
VICISTI tandem, vicifti, cafta Maria;
Cedit de fexu Carolus ipfe fuo.
A te fic vinci magnus quàm gaudeat ille!
Vix hoftes tanti vel fuperâffe fuit.
Jam tua plus vivit pictura; at proxima fiet
Regis, et in methodo te peperiffe juvat.
O bona conjugii concors difcordia vestri!
O fancta hæc inter jurgia vetus amor!
Non Caroli puro refpirans vultus in auro

Tam populo (et notum eft quàm placet ille) placet.
Da veniam, hîc omnes nimium quòd fimus avari;
Da veniam, hîc animos quòd fatiare nequis.
Cúmque (fed ô noftris fiat lux ferior annis)
In currum afcendas læta per aftra tuum,
Natorum in facie tua viva et mollis imago
Non minus in terris, quàm tua fculpta, regat.

ABRAHAMUS COWLEY, T[rin]. C[oll].

IN FELICISSIMAM REGINÆ MARIÆ,

N

FERTILITATEM *.

ATURÆ facies renovatur quolibet anno,
Et fefe mirùm fertilis ipfa parit.

Sic quoque Naturæ exemplar Regina, decufque,
In fœtu toties fe videt ipfa novam.
Penè omnem fignas tam fæpè puerpera menfem,
Et cupit à partu nomen habere tuo.
Quæque.tuos toties audit Lucina labores,
Vix ipfa in proprio fæpiùs Orbe tumet.
Fœcundam femper fpectabis Jane, Mariam,
Sive hâc five illâ fronte videre voles.
Difcite, fubjecti, officium: Regina Marito
Annua jam toties ipfa tributa dedit.

DUM redit à fanctis non feffus Carolus aris,
Principis occurrit nuntia fama novi.

Non mirum, exiftat cùm proximus ipfe Tonanti,
Vicinum attingunt quòd citò vota Deum.
Non mirum, cùm fit tam fanétâ mente precatus,
Quòd precibus merces tam properata venit.
Factura ô longùm nobis jejunia feftum!

O magnas epulas exhibitura fames !

En fundunt gemitum et lacrymarum flumina; turbam
Cum Reginâ ipfam parturiîffe putes.

Credibile eft puerum populi fenfiffe dolores;
Edidit hinc moeftos flebilis ipfe fonos.

A. COWLEY, A. B. T[rin]. C[all].

* From the "Voces Votivæ ab Academicis Cantabrigienfibus noviffimo Caroli et Mariæ Principe Filio, emiffa. Canta

pro

66 brigiæ, 1640.”

UPON THE HAPPIE BIRTH OF THE DUKE *.

WHIL

ST the rude North Charles his flow

wrath doth call,

Whilft warre is fear'd, and conquest hop'd by all,

The feverall fhires their various forces lend,
And fome do men, some gallant horses send,
Some fteel, and some (the stronger weapon) gold:
These warlike contributions are but old.

That countrey learn'd a new and better way,
Which did this royall Prince for tribute pay.
Who fhall henceforth be with fuch rage poffeft,
To rouse our English Lion from his rest ?
When a new fonne doth his bleft stock adorn,
Then to great Charles is a new armie born.
In private births hopes challenge the first place:
There's certaintie at firft in the King's race;
And we may fay, Such will his glories be,
Such his great acts, and, yet not prophefie.
I fee in him his father's boundleffe fprite,
Powerfull as flame, yet gentle as the light.
I fee him through an adverfe battle thrust,
Bedeck'd with noble sweat and comely duft.
I fee the pietie of the day appeare,

Joyn'd with the heate and valour of the yeare,'
Which happie Fate did to this birth allow:
I fee all this; for fure 'tis prefent now.

*Henry, who was declared by his father Duke of Gloucester in 1641, but not fo created till May 13, 1659. He died September 13, 1660.-The verses are taken from the "Voces Votivæ," &c. 1640. J. N.

Leave off then, London, to accuse the starres
For adding a worse terrour to the warres;
Nor quarrel with the heavens, 'cause they beginne
To fend the worft effect and fcorge of finne,
That dreadfull plague, which, wherefoe're 't abide,
Devours both man and each disease befide.

For every life which from great Charles does flow,
And 's female self, weighs down a crowd of low
And vulgar fouls: Fate rids of them the earth,
To make more room for a great Prince's birth.
So when the Sunne, after his watrie rest,
Comes dancing from his chamber of the east,
A thousand pettie lamps fpread ore the skie,
Shrink in their doubtfull beams; then wink, and die:
Yet no man grieves; the very birds arise,
And fing glad notes in ftead of elegies:

The leaves and painted flowers, which did erewhile
Tremble with mournfull drops, beginne to fmile.
The loffe of many why fhould they bemone,
Who for them more than many have in one?
How bleft must thou thy felf, bright Mary, be,
Who by thy wombe canft blesse our miferie?
May 't ftill be fruitfull! May your offspring too
Spread largely, as your fame and virtues do!
Fill every feafon thus: Time, which devours
It's own fonnes, will be glad and proud of yours.
So will the year (though fure it weari'd be
With often revolutions) when 't shall fee
The honour by fuch births it doth attain,
Joy to return into it felf again.

A. COWLEY, A. B. T[rin]. C[oll].

ΑΝ

AN ELEGY

On the Death of the Right Honourable

DUDLEY Lord CARLETON, Viscount DORCHESTER,

Late Principal Secretary of State.

H' infernal fifters did a council call

TH

Of all the fiends, to the black Stygian hall;
The dire Tartarian monsters, hating light,
Begot by dismal Erebus and Night,
Where'er difpers'd abroad, hearing the fame
Of their accurfed meeting, thither came.
Revenge, whofe greedy mind no blood can fill,
And Envy, never fatisfy'd with ill:

Thither blind Boldness, and impatient Rage,
Reforted, with Death's neighbour, envious Age.
Thefe, to opprefs the earth, the Furies fent * :
The council thus diffolv'd, an angry Fever,
Whofe quenchless thirst by blood was fated never,
Envying the riches, honour, greatness, love,
And virtue (load-ftone, that all these did move)
Of noble Carleton, him she took away,
And, like a greedy vulture, feiz'd her prey.
Weep with me, each who either reads or hears,
And know his lofs deferves his country's tears!
The Mufes loft a patron by his fate,

Virtue a husband, and a prop the State.

Something is here wanting, as appears from the want both

of rhyme and connexion. J. N.

Sol's