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TO CHLOE； COURTING HER FOR HIS FRIEND。
I。 Chloe； behold！ againe I bowe： Againe possest； againe I woe； From my heat hath taken fire Damas； noble youth； and fries； Gazing with one of mine eyes； Damas； halfe of me expires： Chloe； behold！ Our fate's the same。 Or make me cinders too； or quench his flame
II。 I'd not be King； unlesse there sate Lesse lords that shar'd with me in state Who； by their cheaper coronets； know； What glories from my diadem flow： Its use and rate values the gem： Pearles in their shells have no esteem； And； I being sun within thy sphere； 'Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there。
III。 The Us'rer heaps unto his store By seeing others praise it more； Who not for gaine or want doth covet； But； 'cause another loves； doth love it： Thus gluttons cloy'd afresh invite Their gusts from some new appetite； And after cloth remov'd； and meate； Fall too againe by seeing others eate。
This is not unfrequently used in old writers in the sense of BURN：
〃But Lucilla； who now began to frie in the flames of love； all the company being departed；〃 &c。Lyly's EUPHUES； 1579； sig。 c v。 verso。
〃My lady…mistresse cast an amourous eye Upon my forme； which her affections drew； Shee was Love's martyr； and in flames did frye。〃 EGYPT'S FAVORITE。 THE HISTORIE OF JOSEPH。 By Sir F。 Hubert； 1631； sig。 C。
The estimation in which it is held； its marketable worth。
GRATIANA DAUNCING AND SINGING。
I。 See！ with what constant motion Even and glorious； as the sunne； Gratiana steeres that noble frame； Soft as her breast； sweet as her voyce； That gave each winding law and poyze； And swifter then the wings of Fame。
II。 She beat the happy pavement By such a starre…made firmament； Which now no more the roofe envies； But swells up high with Atlas ev'n； Bearing the brighter； nobler Heav'n； And in her； all the Dieties。
III。 Each step trod out a lovers thought And the ambitious hopes he brought； Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts； Such sweet command and gentle awe； As when she ceas'd； we sighing saw The floore lay pav'd with broken hearts。
IV。 So did she move： so did she sing： Like the harmonious spheres that bring Unto their rounds their musick's ayd； Which she performed such a way； As all th' inamour'd world will say： The Graces daunced； and Apollo play'd。
AMYNTOR'S GROVE； HIS CHLORIS； ARIGO； AND GRATIANA。 AN ELOGIE。
It was Amyntor's Grove； that Chloris For ever ecchoes； and her glories； Chloris； the gentlest sheapherdesse； That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse； Her breath； like to the whispering winde； Was calme as thought； sweet as her minde； Her lips like coral gates kept in The perfume and the pearle within； Her eyes a double…flaming torch That alwayes shine； and never scorch； Her selfe the Heav'n in which did meet The all of bright； of faire and sweet。 Here was I brought with that delight That seperated soules take flight； And when my reason call'd my sence Back somewhat from this excellence； That I could see； I did begin T' observe the curious ordering Of every roome； where 'ts hard to know； Which most excels in sent or show。 Arabian gummes do breathe here forth； And th' East's come over to the North； The windes have brought their hyre of sweet To see Amyntor Chloris greet； Balme and nard； and each perfume； To blesse this payre； chafe and consume； And th' Phoenix； see！ already fries！ Her neast a fire in Chloris eyes！ Next the great and powerful hand Beckens my thoughts unto a stand Of Titian； Raphael； Georgone Whose art even Nature hath out…done； For if weake Nature only can Intend； not perfect； what is man； These certainely we must prefer； Who mended what she wrought； and her； And sure the shadowes of those rare And kind incomparable fayre Are livelier； nobler company； Then if they could or speake； or see： For these I aske without a tush； Can kisse or touch without a blush； And we are taught that substance is； If uninjoy'd； but th' shade of blisse。 Now every saint cleerly divine； Is clos'd so in her severall shrine； The gems so rarely； richly set； For them wee love the cabinet； So intricately plac't withall； As if th' imbrordered the wall； So that the pictures seem'd to be But one continued tapistrie。 After this travell of mine eyes We sate； and pitied Dieties； Wee bound our loose hayre with the vine； The poppy； and the eglantine； One swell'd an oriental bowle Full； as a grateful； loyal soule To Chloris！ Chloris！ Heare； oh； heare！ 'Tis pledg'd above in ev'ry sphere。 Now streight the Indians richest prize Is kindled in glad sacrifice； Cloudes are sent up on wings of thyme； Amber； pomgranates； jessemine； And through our earthen conduicts sore Higher then altars fum'd before。 So drencht we our oppressing cares； And choakt the wide jawes of our feares。 Whilst ravisht thus we did devise； If this were not a Paradice In all； except these harmlesse sins： Behold！ flew in two cherubins； Cleare as the skye from whence they came； And brighter than the sacred flame； The boy adorn'd with modesty； Yet armed so with majesty； That if the Thunderer againe His eagle sends； she stoops in vaine。 Besides his innocence he tooke A sword and casket； and did looke Like Love in armes； he wrote but five； Yet spake eighteene； each grace did strive； And twenty Cupids thronged forth； Who first should shew his prettier worth。 But oh； the Nymph！ Did you ere know Carnation mingled with snow？ Or have you seene the lightning shrowd； And straight breake through th' opposing cloud？ So ran her blood； such was its hue； So through her vayle her bright haire flew； And yet its glory did appeare But thinne； because her eyes were neere。 Blooming boy； and blossoming mayd； May your faire sprigges be neere betray'd To eating worme or fouler storme； No serpent lurke to do them harme； No sharpe frost cut； no North…winde teare； The verdure of that fragrant hayre；
But may the sun and gentle weather； When you are both growne ripe together； Load you with fruit； such as your Father From you with all the joyes doth gather： And may you； when one branch is dead； Graft such another in its stead； Lasting thus ever in your prime； 'Till th' sithe is snatcht away from Time。
In the MS。 copy this poem exhibits considerable variations； and is entitled 〃Gratiana's Eulogy。〃
ARIGO or ARRIGO is the Venetian form of HENRICO。 I have no means of identifying CHLORIS or GRATIANA； but AMYNTOR was probably； as I have already suggested； Endymion Porter； and ARIGO was unquestionably no other than Henry Jermyn； or Jarmin； who； though no poet； was； like his friend Porter； a liberal and discerning patron of men of letters。
〃Yet when thy noble choice appear'd； that by Their combat first prepar'd thy victory： ENDYMION and ARIGO； who delight In numbers〃 Davenant's MADAGASCAR； 1638 （Works； 1673； p。 212）。
See also p。 247 of Davenant's Works。
Jermyn's name is associated with that of Porter in the noblest dedication in our language； that to DAVENANT'S POEMS； 1638； 12mo。 〃If these poems live；〃 &c。
This and the five next lines are not in MS。 which opens with 〃Her lips；〃 &c。
So original； MS。 reads OF。
This and the next thirteen lines are not in MS。
i。e。 tribute。
FAIREMS。
HER FAIREMS。 The story of the phoenix was very popular； and the allusions to it in the early writers are almost innumerable。
〃My labour did to greater things aspire； To find a PHOENIX melted in the fire； Out of whose ashes should spring up to birth A friend〃 POEMS OF Ben Johnson jun。； by W。 S。； 1672； p。 18。
This and the next eleven lines are not in MS。
The MS。 reads SHE。
The MS。 reads for BUT TH' 〃the。〃
In the houses of such as could afford the expense； the walls of rooms were formerly lined with tapestry instead of paper。
So MS。； original has A。
An allusion to the fable of Jupiter and Ganymede。
MIX'D WITH DROPPINGE SNOWMS。
This and the succeeding line are not in MS。
This and the six following lines are not in MS。
Here we have a figure； which reminds us of Jonson's famous lines on the Countess of Pembroke； but certainly in this instance the palm of superiority is due to Lovelace； whose conception of Time having his scythe snatched from him is bolder and finer than that of the earlier and greater poet。
THE SCRUTINIE。 SONG。 SET BY MR。 THOMAS CHARLES。
I。 Why shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn； Since thine I vow'd to be？ Lady； it is already Morn； And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility。
II。 Have I not lov'd thee much and long； A tedious twelve moneths space？ I should all other beauties wrong； And rob thee of a