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51。2》
I。 Now the peace is made at the foes rate； Whilst men of armes to kettles their old helmes translate； And drinke in caskes of honourable plate。 In ev'ry hand ＇let＇ a cup be found； That from all hearts a health may sound To GORING！ to GORING！ see 't goe round。
II。 He whose glories shine so brave and high； That captive they in triumph leade each care and eye； Claiming uncombated the victorie； And from the earth to heav'n rebound； Fixt there eternall as this round： To GORING！ to GORING！ see him crown'd。
III。 To his lovely bride； in love with scars； Whose eyes wound deepe in peace； as doth his sword in wars； They shortly must depose the Queen of Stars： Her cheekes the morning blushes give； And the benighted world repreeve； To LETTICE！ to LETTICE！ let her live。
IV。 Give me scorching heat； thy heat； dry Sun； That to this payre I may drinke off an ocean： Yet leave my grateful thirst unquensht； undone； Or a full bowle of heav'nly wine； In which dissolved stars should shine； To the couple！ to the couple！ th' are divine。
Particulars of this celebrated man； afterward created Earl of Norwich； may be found in Eachard's HISTORY； Rushworth's COLLECTIONS； Whitelocke's MEMOIRS； Collins' PEERAGE by Brydges； Pepys' DIARY （i。 150； ed。 1858）； and Peck's DESIDERATA CURIOSA； （ed。 1779； ii。 479）。 Whitelocke speaks very highly of his military character。 In a poem called THE GALLANTS OF THE TIMES； printed in 〃Wit Restored；〃 1658； there is the following passage：
〃A great burgandine for WILL MURRAY'S sake GEORGE SYMONDS； he vows the first course to take： When STRADLING a Graecian dog let fly； Who took the bear by the nose immediately； To see them so forward Hugh Pollard did smile； Who had an old curr of Canary oyl； And held up his head that GEORGE GORING might see； Who then cryed aloud； TO MEE； BOYS； TO MEE！〃
See； also； THE ANSWER：
〃GEORGE； Generall of Guenefrieds； He is a joviall lad； Though his heart and fortunes disagree Oft times to make him sad。〃
Consult Davenant's Works； 1673； p。 247； and FRAGMENTA AULICA； 1662； pp。 47； 54。 Lord Goring died Jan。 6； 1663 （Smyth's OBITUARY； p。 57； Camden Soc。）。
A LA CHABOT was a French dance tune； christened after the admiral of that name； in the same manner as A LA BOURBON； mentioned elsewhere in LUCASTA； derived its title from another celebrated person。 Those who have any acquaintance with the history of early English music need not to be informed that it was formerly the practice of our own composers to seek the patronage of the gentlemen and ladies about the Court for their works； and to identify their names with them。 Thus we have 〃My Lady Carey's Dumpe；〃 &c。 &c。
Expense。
SIR THOMAS WORTLEY'S SONNET ANSWERED。
＇THE SONNET。
I。 No more Thou little winged archer； now no more As heretofore； Thou maist pretend within my breast to bide； No more； Since cruell Death of dearest LYNDAMORE Hath me depriv'd； I bid adieu to love； and all the world beside。
II。 Go； go； Lay by thy quiver and unbend thy bow Poore sillie foe； Thou spend'st thy shafts but at my breast in vain； Since Death My heart hath with a fatall icie deart Already slain； Thou canst not ever hope to warme her wound； Or wound it o're againe。＇
THE ANSWER。
I。 Againe； Thou witty cruell wanton； now againe； Through ev'ry veine； Hurle all your lightning； and strike ev'ry dart； Againe； Before I feele this pleasing； pleasing paine。 I have no heart； Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with So deare； so deare a smart。
II。 Then flye； And kindle all your torches at her eye； To make me dye Her martyr； and put on my roabe of flame： So I； Advanced on my blazing wings on high； In death became Inthroan'd a starre； and ornament unto Her glorious； glorious name。
A GUILTLESSE LADY IMPRISONED： AFTER PENANCED。 SONG。 SET BY MR。 WILLIAM LAWES。
I。 Heark； faire one； how what e're here is Doth laugh and sing at thy distresse； Not out of hate to thy reliefe； But joy t' enjoy thee； though in griefe。
II。 See！ that which chaynes you； you chaine here； The prison is thy prisoner； How much thy jaylor's keeper art！ He bindes your hands； but you his heart。
III。 The gyves to rase so smooth a skin； Are so unto themselves within； But； blest to kisse so fayre an arme； Haste to be happy with that harme；
IV。 And play about thy wanton wrist； As if in them thou so wert drest； But if too rough； too hard they presse； Oh； they but closely； closely kisse。
V。 And as thy bare feet blesse the way； The people doe not mock； but pray； And call thee； as amas'd they run Instead of prostitute； a nun。
VI。 The merry torch burnes with desire To kindle the eternall fire； And lightly daunces in thine eyes To tunes of epithalamies。
VII。 The sheet's ty'd ever to thy wast； How thankfull to be so imbrac't！ And see！ thy very very bonds Are bound to thee； to binde such hands。
TO HIS DEARE BROTHER COLONEL F。 L。 IMMODERATELY MOURNING MY BROTHERS UNTIMELY DEATH AT CARMARTHEN。
I。 If teares could wash the ill away； A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay； But as dew'd corne the fuller growes； So water'd eyes but swell our woes。
II。 One drop another cals； which still （Griefe adding fuell） doth distill； Too fruitfull of her selfe is anguish； We need no cherishing to languish。
III。 Coward fate degen'rate man Like little children uses； when He whips us first； untill we weepe； Then； 'cause we still a weeping keepe。
IV。 Then from thy firme selfe never swerve； Teares fat the griefe that they should sterve； Iron decrees of destinie Are ner'e wipe't out with a wet eye。
V。 But this way you may gaine the field； Oppose but sorrow； and 'twill yield； One gallant thorough…made resolve Doth starry influence dissolve。
Thomas Lovelace。 See MEMOIR。
TO A LADY THAT DESIRED ME I WOULD BEARE MY PART WITH HER IN A SONG。 MADAM A。 L。
This is the prittiest motion： Madam； th' alarums of a drumme That cals your lord； set to your cries； To mine are sacred symphonies。
What； though 'tis said I have a voice； I know 'tis but that hollow noise Which （as it through my pipe doth speed） Bitterns do carol through a reed； In the same key with monkeys jiggs； Or dirges of proscribed piggs； Or the soft Serenades above In calme of night； when cats make love。
Was ever such a consort seen！ Fourscore and fourteen with forteen？ Yet sooner they'l agree； one paire； Then we in our spring…winter aire； They may imbrace； sigh； kiss； the rest： Our breath knows nought but east and west。 Thus have I heard to childrens cries The faire nurse still such lullabies； That； well all sayd （for what there lay）； The pleasure did the sorrow pay。
Sure ther's another way to save Your phansie； madam； that's to have （'Tis but a petitioning kinde fate） The organs sent to Bilingsgate； Where they to that soft murm'ring quire Shall teach you all you can admire！ Or do but heare； how love…bang Kate In pantry darke for freage of mate； With edge of steele the square wood shapes； And DIDO to it chaunts or scrapes。 The merry Phaeton oth' carre You'l vow makes a melodious jarre； Sweeter and sweeter whisleth He To un…anointed axel…tree； Such swift notes he and 's wheels do run； For me； I yeeld him Phaebus son。 Say； faire Comandres； can it be You should ordaine a mutinie？ For where I howle； all accents fall； As kings harangues； to one and all。
Ulisses art is now withstood： You ravish both with sweet and good； Saint Syren； sing； for I dare heare； But when I ope'； oh； stop your eare。
Far lesse be't aemulation To passe me； or in trill or tone； Like the thin throat of Philomel； And the smart lute who should excell； As if her soft cords should begin； And strive for sweetnes with the pin。
Yet can I musick too； but such As is beyond all voice or touch； My minde can in faire order chime； Whilst my true heart still beats the time； My soule＇'s＇ so full of harmonie； That it with all parts can agree； If you winde up to the highest fret； It shall descend an eight from it； And when you shall vouchsafe to fall； Sixteene above you it shall call； And yet； so dis…assenting one； They both shall meet in unison。
