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e to my woe： For； as a corner'd christal spot； My heart diaphanous was not； But solid stuffe； where her eye flings Quick fire upon the catching strings： Yet； as at triumphs in the night； You see the Prince's Arms in light； So； when I once was set on flame； I burnt all ore the letters of her name。
ODE。
I。 You are deceiv'd； I sooner may； dull fair； Seat a dark Moor in Cassiopea's chair； Or on the glow…worm's uselesse light Bestow the watching flames of night； Or give the rose's breath To executed death； Ere the bright hiew Of verse to you； It is just Heaven on beauty stamps a fame； And we； alas！ its triumphs but proclaim。
II。 What chains but are too light for me； should I Say that Lucasta in strange arms could lie？ Or that Castara were impure； Or Saccarisa's faith unsure？ That Chloris' love； as hair； Embrac'd each en'mies air； That all their good Ran in their blood？ 'Tis the same wrong th' unworthy to inthrone； As from her proper sphere t' have vertue thrown。
III。 That strange force on the ignoble hath renown； As AURUM FULMINANS； it blows vice down。 'Twere better （heavy one） to crawl Forgot； then raised； trod on ＇to＇ fall。 All your defections now Are not writ on your brow； Odes to faults give A shame must live。 When a fat mist we view； we coughing run； But； that once meteor drawn； all cry： undone。
IV。 How bright the fair Paulina did appear； When hid in jewels she did seem a star！ But who could soberly behold A wicked owl in cloath of gold； Or the ridiculous Ape In sacred Vesta's shape？ So doth agree Just praise with thee： For since thy birth gave thee no beauty； know； No poets pencil must or can do so。
The constellation so called。 In old drawings Cassiopeia is represented as a woman sitting in a chair with a branch in her hand； and hence the allusion here。 Dixon； in his CANIDIA； 1683； part i。 p。 35； makes his witches say：
〃We put on Berenice's hair； And sit in Cassiopeia's chair。〃
Randolph couples it with 〃Ariadne's Crowne〃 in the following passage：
〃Shine forth a constellation； full and bright； Bless the poor heavens with more majestick light； Who in requitall shall present you there ARIADNE'S CROWNE and CASSIOPEIA'S CHAYR。〃 POEMS； ed。 1640； p。 14。
William Habington published his poems under the name of CASTARA； a fictitious appellation signifying the daughter of Lord Powis。 This lady was eventually his wife。 The first edition of CASTARA appeared in 1634； the second in 1635； and the third in 1640。
Waller's SACHARISSA； i。e。 Lady Dorothy Sydney。
Lollia Paulina； who first married Memmius Regulus； and subsequently the Emperor Caligula； from both of whom she was divorced。 She inherited from her father enormous wealth。
THE DUELL。
I。 Love drunk； the other day； knockt at my brest； But I； alas！ was not within。 My man； my ear； told me he came t' attest； That without cause h'd boxed him； And battered the windows of mine eyes； And took my heart for one of's nunneries。
II。 I wondred at the outrage safe return'd； And stormed at the base affront； And by a friend of mine； bold faith； that burn'd； I called him to a strict accompt。 He said that； by the law； the challeng'd might Take the advantage both of arms and fight。
III。 Two darts of equal length and points he sent； And nobly gave the choyce to me； Which I not weigh'd； young and indifferent； Now full of nought but victorie。 So we both met in one of's mother's groves； The time； at the first murm'ring of her doves。
IV。 I stript myself naked all o're； as he： For so I was best arm'd； when bare。 His first pass did my liver rase： yet I Made home a falsify too neer： For when my arm to its true distance came； I nothing touch'd but a fantastick flame。
V。 This； this is love we daily quarrel so； An idle Don…Quichoterie： We whip our selves with our own twisted wo； And wound the ayre for a fly。 The only way t' undo this enemy Is to laugh at the boy； and he will cry。
〃To falsify a thrust；〃 says Phillips （WORLD OF WORDS； ed。 1706； art。 FALSIFY）； 〃is to make a feigned pass。〃 Lovelace here employs the word as a substantive rather awkwardly； but the meaning is； no doubt； the same。
CUPID FAR GONE。
I。 What； so beyond all madnesse is the elf； Now he hath got out of himself！ His fatal enemy the Bee； Nor his deceiv'd artillerie； His shackles； nor the roses bough Ne'r half so netled him； as he is now。
II。 See！ at's own mother he is offering； His finger now fits any ring； Old Cybele he would enjoy； And now the girl； and now the boy。 He proffers Jove a back caresse； And all his love in the antipodes。
III。 Jealous of his chast Psyche； raging he Quarrels with student Mercurie； And with a proud submissive breath Offers to change his darts with Death。 He strikes at the bright eye of day； And Juno tumbles in her milky way。
IV。 The dear sweet secrets of the gods he tells； And with loath'd hate lov'd heaven he swells； Now； like a fury； he belies Myriads of pure virginities； And swears； with this false frenzy hurl'd； There's not a vertuous she in all the world。
V。 Olympus he renownces； then descends； And makes a friendship with the fiends； Bids Charon be no more a slave； He Argos rigg'd with stars shall have； And triple Cerberus from below Must leash'd t' himself with him a hunting go。
This stanza was suppressed by Mr。 Singer。
Original reads THE。
A MOCK SONG。
I。 Now Whitehall's in the grave； And our head is our slave； The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster； Now the miter is lost； The proud Praelates； too； crost； And all Rome's confin'd to a cloister。 He； that Tarquin was styl'd； Our white land's exil'd； Yea； undefil'd； Not a court ape's left to confute us； Then let your voyces rise high； As your colours did flye； And flour'shing cry： Long live the brave Oliver…Brutus。
II。 Now the sun is unarm'd； And the moon by us charm'd； All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly； Now the thighs of the Crown And the arms are lopp'd down； And the body is all but a belly。 Let the Commons go on； The town is our own； We'l rule alone： For the Knights have yielded their spent…gorge； And an order is tane With HONY SOIT profane； Shout forth amain： For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St。 George。
Cromwell。
A FLY CAUGHT IN A COBWEB。
Small type of great ones； that do hum Within this whole world's narrow room； That with a busie hollow noise C