_That keepes his Gold still_ veyl'd, _his steel-breast bare,_ _That doth exclude his Coffers all but's Eye_ _And his Ey's Idoll the_ Wing'd Deitie; _That cannot lock his_ Mines _with half the Art_ _As some_ Rich Beauty _doth his_ wretched heart: _Wild at his reall Poverty, and so wise_ _To winne her, turnes Himselfe into a_ Prise. _First startles Her with th'_ Emerald-Mad-lover _The_ Rubie-Arcas; _lest shee should recover_ _Her das'led Thought a_ Diamond _He throwes_ _Splendid in all the bright_ Aspatia's _woes;_ _Then to summe up the_ Abstract _of his store_ _He flings a_ Rope _of_ Pearl _of_ Forty _more._ _Ah see! the_ stag'ring Vertue faints! _which He_ _Beholding, darts his_ Wealth's Epitome, _And now to Consumate her wished Fall_ _Shewes this one_ Carbuncle _that darkens All._ RICHARD LOVELACE. ON Mr. FLETCHERS excellent Play, THE _WILD-GOOSE CHASE_. Me thinkes I see thy _angred ashes_ rise _FLETCHER_; I feel them smarting in my eyes. Methinks thou sayst what would this rimer have He _raises me_, yet _gives my fame a grave_? Me thinkes (like that _Old Moralist's_ Complaint What ill of mine has gain'd this ill mans prayse?) I hear thee say, sure this Play has some taint That this ill Poet gives his withered bayes? Perhaps this good _Philosophers_ life began To make the _ill_ man _good_; As in a man To love the good's a step to being so, Love to thy Muse may be to me so too; Then I shall know how to commend thy Muse When her own self the prayses shall infuse: Till then I must sit down, confess the _wonder_, 'Bove which I _cannot_ go, and, _won't_ go _under_. But where's the prayse (you'l say) to _FLETCHERS_ wit? I would ha giv'n but had no Offering fit. Then let these lines be thought to _FLETCHERS Muse_ Not an _Encomium_, but an _Excuse_. _NORREYS JEPHSON._ An Epigram upon the long lost and fortunately recovered _WILD-GOOSE CHASE_, and as seasonably bestowed on Mr. _JOHN LOWEN_ and Mr. _JOSEPH TAYLOR_, for their best advantage. In this late dearth of wit, when _Jose_ and _Jack_ Were hunger-bit for want of fowl and Sack, His nobleness found out this happy meanes To mend their dyet with these _WILD-GOOSE_ scenes, By which he hath revived in a day Two Poets, and two Actors with one Play. _W. E._ To the incomparable Mr. _FLETCHER_, upon his excellent Play, The _WILD-GOOSE CHASE_.