Poems from Poems by the Incomparable, Mrs. K.P. (1664)
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! ‘tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift as Desire and calm as Peace. In your Respect let him survey What all his other Subjects pay; And prophesie to them again The splendid smoothness of his Reign. Charles and his mighty hopes you bear: A greater now then Cæsar's here; 10 Whose Veins a richer Purple boast Then ever Hero's yet engrost; Sprung from a Father so august, He triumphs in his very dust. In him two Miracles we view, His Vertue and his Safety too: For when compell'd by Traitors crimes To breathe and bow in forein Climes, Expos'd to all the rigid fate That does on wither'd Greatness wait, 20 Had plots for Life and Conscience laid, By Foes pursu'd, by Friends betray'd; Then Heaven, his secret potent friend, Did him from Drugs and Stabs defend; And, what's more yet, kept him upright ‘Midst flattering Hope and bloudy Fight. Cromwell his whole Right never gain'd, Defender of the Faith remain'd, For which his Predecessors fought And writ, but none so dearly bought. 30 Never was Prince so much beseiged, At home provok'd, abroad obliged; Nor ever Man resisted thus, No not great Athanasius. No help of Friends could, or Foes spight, To fierce Invasion him invite. Revenge to him no pleasure is, He spar'd their bloud who gap'd for his; Blush'd any hands the English Crown Should fasten on him but their own. 40 As Peace and Freedom with him went, With him they came from Banishment. That he might his Dominions win, He with himself did first begin: And that best victory obtain'd, His Kingdom quickly he regain'd. Th' illustrious suff'rings of this Prince Did all reduce and all convince. He onely liv'd with such success, That the whole world would fight with less. 50 Assistant Kings could but subdue Those Foes which he can pardon too. He thinks no Slaughter-trophees good, Nor Laurels dipt in Subjects blood; But with a sweet resistless art Disarms the hand, and wins the heart; And like a God doth rescue those Who did themselves and him oppose. Go, wondrous Prince, adorn that Throne Which Birth and Merit make your own; 60 And in your Mercy brighter shine Then in the Glories of your Line: Find Love at home, and abroad Fear, And Veneration every where. Th' united world will you allow Their Chief, to whom the English bow: And Monarchs shall to yours resort, As Sheba's Queen to Judah's Court; Returning thence constrained more To wonder, envy, and adore. 70 Disgusted Rome will hate your Crown, But she shall tremble at your Frown. For England shall (rul'd and restor'd by You) The suppliant world protect, or else subdue. |
Navy bring? O! 'tis Great Britain's Glorious King"
ye Winds and Seas, Swift as Desire and strong as Peace." |
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Title. Arion to a Dolphin: Greek poet Arion. In the legend told by Herodotus, Arion fell overboard while returning home from a journey and was rescued and carried safely to land by a dolphin. Title. His Majesty's passage into England: the return of Charles II (1630-1685) to England on May 24-26, 1660 begins the period referred to as the Restoration. Line 27. Cromwell: Oliver Cromwell (1599-1658), Lord Protector. Parliamentarian, Puritan leader, opponent of the monarchy, and signatory to the Death warrant of Charles I. Line 28. Defender of the Faith: a title conferred upon Henry VIII by Pope Leo X in 1521, before the break with Rome. In 1544 Parliament recognized it as an official title of the English monarch. Line 34. great Athanasius: St. Athanasius (c. 296-373), Bishop of Alexandria, was exiled from his see five times between 336 and 366. Line 68. Sheba's Queen to Judah's Court: refers to the Queen of Sheba's awe upon her visit to Solomon at his court in Jerusalem (1 Kings 10:1-13). Line 71. Rome: the Papacy. |
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Shews Heav'n delights to see what Man performs. Well knew the Sun, if such a day were dim, It would have been an injury to him: For then a Cloud had from his eye conceal'd The noblest sight that ever he beheld. He therefore check'd th' invading Rains we feared, And a more bright Parenthesis appeared. So that we knew not which look'd most content, The King, the People, or the Firmament. But the Solemnity once fully past, The storm return'd with an impetuous hast. And Heav'n and Earth each other to out-doe, Vied both in Cannons and in Fire-works too. So Israel past through the divided floud, While in obedient heaps the Ocean stood: But the same Sea (the Hebrews once on shore) Return'd in torrents where it was before. |
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Title. Coronation: April 23, 1661 coronation of Charles II. Line 8. bright Parenthesis: An interval, interlude, or hiatus during the coronation of Charles II, there being rain both prior to and after the event. Line 12. 1664 text contains a line of asterisks. Missing line supplied from Poems by the Most deservedly admired Mrs Katherine Philips, The Matchless Orinda (1667), Ed. Sir Charles Cotterell, London: Herringman, 1667. Line 13. Cannons and in Fire-works: Thunder and lightning of post-coronation storm. Lines 15-18. Refer to the Biblical account of the parting of the Red Sea (Exod. 14:21-29). |
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That steddy curious Agent in the whole, The Art of Heaven, the Order of this Frame, Is onely Number in another name. For as some King conqu'ring what was his own, Hath choice of several Titles to his Crown; So Harmony on this score now, that then, Yet still is all that takes and governs Men. Beauty is but Composure, and we find Content is but the Accord of the Mind, 10 Friendship the Union of well-tuned Hearts, Honour's the Chorus of the noblest parts, And all the World on which we can reflect Musick to th' Ear, or to the Intellect. If then each man a Little World must be, How many Worlds are copied out in thee, Who art so richly formed, so complete T'epitomize all that is Good and Great; Whose Stars this brave advantage did impart, Thy Nature's as harmonious as thy Art. 20 Thou dost above the Poets praises live, Who fetch from thee th' Eternity they give. And as true Reason triumphs over Sense, Yet is subjected to Intelligence; So Poets on the lower World look down, But Lawes on them; his Height is all his own. For, like Divinity it self, his Lyre Rewards the Wit it did at first inspire. And thus by double right Poets allow His and their Laurel should adorn his brow. 30 Live then, great Soul of Nature, to asswage The savage dulness of this sullen Age. Charm us to Sense; for though Experience fail And Reason too, thy Numbers may prevail. Then, like those Ancients, strike, and so command All Nature to obey thy gen'rous hand. None will resist but such who needs will be More stupid then a Stone, a Fish, a Tree. Be it thy care our Age to new-create: What built a World may sure repair a State. 40 |
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Title. Henry Lawes: (1595/6-1662) prominent English composer associated with the court of Charles I and Henrietta Maria who set several of Philips's poems to music. Line 3. Frame: To shape or compose. Line 7. score: a written or printed piece of music that includes all the vocal and instrumental parts. |
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Title. Lucasia: Philips's name for Anne Owen, later Lady Dungannon. Title. Mr. Henry Lawes: musician (1596-1662). |
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Orin. Absence fro thee doth tear my heart; Which, since with thine it union had, Each parting splits. Luc. And can we part? Orin. Our Bodies must. Luc. But never we: Our Souls, without the help of Sense, By wayes more noble and more free Can meet, and hold intelligence. Orin. And yet those Souls, when first they met, Lookt out at windows through the Eyes. 10 Luc. But soon did such acquaintance get, Not Fate nor Time can them surprize. Orin. Absence will rob us of that bliss To which this Friendship title brings: Love's fruits and joyes are made by this Useless as Crowns to captiv'd Kings. Luc. Friendship's a Science, and we know There Contemplation's most employ'd. Orin. Religion's so, but practick too, And both by niceties destroy'd. 20 Luc. But who ne're parts can never meet, And so that happiness were lost. Orin. Thus Pain and Death are sadly sweet, Since Health and Heav'n such price must cost.
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Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. We make no garlands, nor an altar build, Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield. Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes Are but a troublesome, and empty noise.
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Title. Mrs. C. P.: Orinda's sister-in-law, Cicely Philips Line 6. Are but a troublesome, and empty noise: 1664 text contains a line of asterisks. Missing line supplied from 1667 Poems. Line 8: Cassandra: a coterie name for Cicely Philips? |
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1. Unworthy, since thou hast decreed Thy Love and Honour both shall bleed, My Friendship could not chuse to die In better time or company.
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We are complete, and Fate hath now
But as though through a Burning-glass
Her Mind is so entirely bright,
Nations will own us now to be
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Line 7. Burning glass: a lens by which the rays of the sun may be concentrated on an object. |
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The Pride of all that's fair and good, By Death's fierce hand was snatched hence In her state of Innocence: Who by it this advantage gains, Her wages got without her pains. |
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Title. Regina Collier: daughter of John and Regina Collier; the Same Tomb-Stone: the same stone as that of her father, who died some months after her. |
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Let the dull brutish World that know not Love
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That we should grieve for their untimely ends. He that surveys the World with serious eyes, And strips her from her gross and weak disguise, Shall find ‘tis Injury to mourn their Fate; He onely dies untimely who dies late. For if ‘twere told to Children in the Womb, To what a Stage of Mischiefs they must come; Could they foresee with how much toil and sweat Men court that guilded nothing, being Great; 10 What pains they take not to be what they seem, Rating their bliss by others false esteem, And sacrificing their Content, to be Guilty of grave and serious Vanity; How each Condition hath its proper Thorns, And what one man admires, another scorns; How frequently their Happiness they miss, And so far from agreeing what it is, That the same Person we can hardly find Who is an hour together in one mind: 20 Sure they would beg a Period of their breath, And what we call their Birth would count their Death. Mankind are mad, for none can live alone Because their Joys stand by comparison: And yet they quarrel at Society, And strive to kill they know not whom, nor why. We all live by Mistake, delight in Dreams, Lost to our selves, and dwelling in Extremes; Rejecting what we have, though ne're so good, And prizing what we never understood. 30 Compar'd t'our boisterous inconstancy Tempests are calm, and Discords harmony. Hence we reverse the World, and yet do find The God that made can hardly please our Mind. We live by chance, and slip into Events; Have all of Beasts except their Innocence. The Soul, which no man's pow'r can reach, a thing That makes each Woman Man, each Man a King, Doth so much lose, and from its height so fall, That some contend to have no Soul at all. 40 ‘Tis either not observ'd, or at the best By Passion fought withall, by Sin deprest. Freedom of Will (God's Image) is forgot; And, if we know it, we improve it not. Our Thoughts, though nothing can be more our own, Are still unguided, very seldom known. Time ‘scapes our hands as Water in a Sieve, We come to die e're we begin to live. Truth, the most sutable and noble prize, Food of our Spirits, yet neglected lies. 50 Errour and Shadows are our choice, and we Owe our perdition to our own decree. If we search Truth, we make it more obscure; And when it shines, we can't the light endure. For most men now, who plod, and eat, and drink, Have nothing less their bus'ness then to think. And those few that enquire, how small a share Of Truth they find, how dark their Notions are! That serious Evenness that calms the Breast, And in a Tempest can bestow a Rest, 60 We either not attempt, or else decline, By ev'ry trifle snatch'd from our design. (Others he must in his deceits involve, Who is not true unto his own Resolve.) We govern not our selves, but loose the Reins, Courting our Bondage to a thousand chains; And with as many Slaveries content As there are Tyrants ready to torment, We live upon a Rack extended still To one Extreme or both, but always ill. 70 For since our Fortune is not understood, We suffer less from bad then from the good. The Sting is better drest and longer lasts, As Surfeits are more dangerous then Fasts. And to complete the misery to us, We see Extremes are still contiguous. And as we run so fast from what we hate, Like Squibs on Ropes, to know no middle state; So outward storms strengthned by us, we find Our Fortune as disordered as our Mind. 80 But that's excus'd by this, it doth its part; A trech'rous World befits a trech'rous Heart. All ill's our own, the outward storms we lothe Receive from us their Birth, their Sting, or both. And that our Vanity be past a doubt, ‘Tis one new Vanity to find it out. Happy are they to whom God gives a Grave, And from themselves as from his wrath doth save. ‘Tis good not to be born; but if we must, The next good is, soon to return to dust. 90 When th'uncag'd Soul fled to Eternity Shall rest, and live, and sing, and love, and see. Here we but crawl and grapple, play and cry; Are first our own, then others, enemy: But there shall be defac'd both stain and score, For Time, and Death, and Sin shall be no more. |
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Line 21. Period: end. Line 37. That makes each Woman Man: both scholastic and Renaissance writers generally accepted that souls could not be regarded as either male or female. Line 78. Like Squibs on Ropes: a squib is a species of firework whose burning ends in an explosion. |
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Poems from Poems by the Most Deservedly Admired Mrs.
Katherine Philips, The Matchless Orinda (1667)
Orinda to Lucasia parting
October 1661. at London.
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess,
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Title. October 1661: two months before the first of Philips's Letters from Orinda to Poliarchus, where she indicates her failure to make a match between Sir Charles Cotterell and Anne Owen. Line 7. Converse: acquaintance, friendship. |
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To my Lady M. Cavendish,
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the name of Policrite.
That Nature in your frame has taken care,
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Title. Policrite: Orinda's pseudonym for Lady Mary Cavendish (1646-1710). Line 26. Indians: the people of India or the East Indies. |
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Against Love
Hence Cupid with your cheating Toies,
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Orinda upon little Hector
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Title. Hector Philips: Katherine Philips's only son, who died on May 2, 1655. |
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