Tells I was wanton, tells I followed sense, Here I begin to wale my hard mishap, Is this thy glory got, to die forlorn In deferts where no ear can hear thee mourn? Nor any eye of pity to behold The woful end of my fad tragedy; Thy fin reveal'd, but thy repentence hid, Yet breathe out to thefe walls the breath of moan, Tell th' air thy 'plaints, fince men thou canst not tell. And though thou perifh defolate alone, Tell yet thyself, what thyself knows too well; Condole thee here, clad all in black despair, Did nature (for this good) ingeniate, To chastity, and us that love thee most, [loft? You, you that proud with liberty and beauty, Sec'ng how against your tender weakness still, Lock up therefore the treasure of your love, Under the fureft keys of fear and shame: [move, And let no pow'rs have pow'r hafte thoughts to To make a lawless entry on your fame; For fee how many discontented beds, As wedded widows, wanting what we have, Or whilft we spend the fresheft of our time, Faften therefore upon occafions fit, The treafury that's unpoffeft of any: And flie (O flie) these bed-brokers unclean, Live by the death of fame, the gain of fin, As if 'twere not enough that we (poor we) And ftill betray our caufe, our fhame, our youth, Hateful confounders both of blood and laws, [be. The wanton taste of that forbidden tree, Whofe fruit once pluck'd, will fhew how foul we You in the habit of a grave afpect, (In credit by the truft of years) can fhew The cunning wayes of luft, and can direc The fair and wily wantons how to go, Having (your lothfome felves) your youth spent fo. And in uncleanness ever have been fed, By the revenue of a wanton bed. By you have been the innocent betray'd, The husband fcorn'd, difhonoured the kin: This, and much more, I would have uttered then, Judge thofe whom chance deprives of sweetest treasure, What 'tis to lofe a thing we hold fo dear : Amaz'd he ftands, nor voice nor body fteers, At length, extremity breaks out away, Wails out a found that forrows do bewray, Sighs (the poor eafe calamity affords) O heavens (quoth he) why do mine eyes behold Why doth not black eternal darkness hide What faw my life wherein my foul might joy; What had my days whom troubles still afflicted, But only this, to counterpoise annoy? This joy, this hope, which death hath interdic ted; This fweet, whose lofs hath all distress inflicted; This, that did feafon all my four of life, Vex'd ftill at home with broils, abroad in strise. Vex'd still at home with broils, abroad in ftrife, These mis'ries go mafk'd in glittering fhews, Pitiful mouth (faith he) that living gav❜ft Motives of love, born to be matched never, Sweet remnants refting of vermilion red, That death itfelf doubts whether the be dead. Wonder of beauty, oh receive these 'plaints, I'll meet my death, and free myself thereby, Yet ere I die, thus much my foul doth vow, Showing thy beauty's title, not thy name. This faid, though more defirous yet to say, (For forrow is unwilling to give over) He doth reprefs what grief would elfe bewray, Left he too much his paffion fhould discover; And yet refpe& fcarce bridles fuch a lover, So far tranfpoted that he knows not whe ther, For love and majefty dwell ill together. Then were my funeral's not long deferr'd, For those walls which the credulous devout, And what their ignorance esteem'd so holy, And were it not thy favourable lines A LETTER FROM OCTAVIA TO HER HUSBAND MARCUS ANTONIUS. To the Right Honourable and moft virtuous Lady, THE LADY MARGARET, COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND. ALTHOUGH the meaner fort (whose thoughts are plac'd As in another region, far below The fphere of greatness) cannot rightly taste What touch it hath, nor right her passions know: Yet have I here adventur'd to bestow Words upon grief, as my griefs comprehend; And made this great afflicted lady fhew, Out of my feelings, what the might have penn'd. And here the fame, I bring forth, to attend Upon thy rev'rent name, to live with thee, Moft virtuous lady, that vouchfaf'ft to lend Ear to my notes, and comfort unto me, That one day may thine own fair virtues spread, The Argument. Uros the fecond agreement (the first being broken through jealousy of a disproportion of eminency) between the Triumviri Octavius Ca far, Marcus Antonius, and Lepidus: Octavia, the fifter of Octavius Cæfar, was married to Antonius, as a link to combine that which never yet, the greatest ftrength nature, or any power of nearest refpect, could long hold together, who made but the inArument of others ends, and delivered up asan hoftage, to ferve the opportunity of advantages, met not with that integrity fhe brought; but, as highly preferred to affliction, encountered with all the grievances that beat upon the mifery of greatness, exposed to stand betwixt the diverse tending humours of unquiet parties. For Antony having yet upon him the fetters of Egypt, laid on by the power of a moft incomparable beauty, could admit no new laws into the ftate of his affection, or difpofe of himself, being not himself, but as having his heart turned eastward, whither the point of his defires were directed, touched with the ftrongest allurements that ambition and a licentious fovereignty, could draw a man unto : could not truly defcend to the private love of a civil nurtured matron, whose entertainment bounded with modesty, and the nature of her education, knew not to clothe her affections in any other colours, than the plain habit of truth, wherein The ever faited all her actions, and used all her beft ornaments of honesty, to win the good liking of him that held her, but as a curtain, drawn between him and Octavius, to fhadow his other purpofes with all which the fharp fight of an equally jealous ambition could foon pierce into, and as eafily look through, and over blood and nature, as he to abuse it; and therefore, to prevent his afpiring, he arms his forces, either to reduce Antony to the rank of his eftate, or else to difrank him out of ftate and all. When Octavia, by the employment of Antony (as being not yet ready, to put his fortune to her trial), throws herself, great with child, and as big with forrow, into the travel of a moft labourfome reconciliation: taking her journey, from the furtheft part of Greece, to find Octavius, with whom her care and tears were fo good agents, that they effected their commiffion beyond all expectation; and for that timè quite difarmed their wrath, which yet long could not hold fo. For Antonius falling into the relapfe of his former disease, watching his opportunity, got over again into Egypt, where he fo forgot himfelf, that he quite put off his own nature, and wholly became a prey to his pleasures, as if he had wound himself out of the respect of country, blood, and alliance, which gave to Octavia the cause of much affliction, and to me, argument of this letter, the Pardon, dear lord, from her these forrows are, iv. And therefore hear her words, that too, too much How oft have poor abused I took part |