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Discursu vaga saltitans tenello,
Metitur spatia invidæ cavernæ.
Sic in se pia mens reposta, secum
Altè tuta sedet, nec ardet extrà,
Aut ullo solet æstuare fato:
Quamuis cunéta tumultuentur, atre
Sortis turbine non movetur illa:
Fortunæ furias onusý triste
Non tergo minus accipit quieto,
Quàm vectrix Veneris columbá blando
Admittit juga delicata collo.
Torvæ si quid inhorruit procella,
Si quid sæviat & minetur, illa
Spernit, nescit, & obviis furorem
Fallit blanditiis, amats & ambit
Ipsum, quo malè vulneratur, ictum.
Curas murmure non fatetur ullo;
Non lambit lacrymas dolor, nec atræ
Mentis nubila frons iniqua prodit.
Quod si lacryma pervicax rebelli
Erumpit tamen evolatý gutta,
Invitis lacrymis, negante luetu,
Ludunt perspicui per ora risus.

DEO NOSTRO,

TE DECET HYMNUS SACRED POEMS

COLLECTED,

CORRECTED,

AUGMENTED,
Most humbly Presented.

TO
MY LADY
THE COUNTSSE OF
DENBIGH

BY
Her most devoted Servant.

R. C.
In hea[r]ty acknowledgment of his immortall

obligation to her Goodnes & Charity.

AT PARIS,
By PETER TARGA, Printer to the Arch-
bishope [o]f Paris, in S. Victors streete at

the golden sunne.

CRASHAWE,

THE

ANAGRAMME.

HE WAS CAR.

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As CAR then Crashawe; or Was Crashawe CAR,

Since both within one name combined are? Yes, Car's Crashawe, he Car; t'is love alone Which melts two harts, of both composing one. So Crashawe's still the same: so much desired By strongest witts; so honor'd so admired CAR Was but He that enter'd as afriend With whom he shar'd his thoughtes, and did commend (While yet he liv’d) this worke; they lov’d each other: Sweete Crashawe was his friend; he 'Crashawes brother. So Car hath Title then; t'was his intent That what his riches pen’d, poore Car should print. Nor feares he checke praysing that happie one Who was belov'd by all; dispraysed by none. To witt, being pleas’d with all things, he pleas'd all. Nor would he give, nor take offence; befall What might; he would possesse himselfe: and live As deade (devoyde of interest) t’all might give Desease t'his well composed mynd; forestaľd With heavenly riches : which had wholy call’d His thoughtes from earth, to live above in'th aire A very bird of paradice. No care Had he of earthly trashe. What might suffice To fitt his soule to heavenly exercise. Sufficed him: and may we guesse his hart By what his lipps brings forth, his onely part Is God and godly thoughtes. Leaves doubt to none But that to whom one God is all; all's one.

What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought.
His needfull foode he rather found then sought.
He seekes no downes, no sheetes, his bed's still made
If he can find, a chaire or stoole, he's layd,
When day peepes in, he quitts his restlesse rest.
And still, poore soule, before he's up he's dres't.
Thus dying did he live, yet lived to dye
In th-virgines lappe, to whom he did applye
His virgine thoughtes and words, and thence was styld
By foes, the chaplaine of the virgine myld
While yet he lived without: His modestie
Imparted this to some, and they to me.
Live happie then, deare soule; injoy the rest
Eternally by paynes thou purchaсedest,
While Car must live in care, who was thy friend
Nor cares he how he live, in the end,
He may injoy his dearest Lord and thee;
And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally.

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