i. The Author. [A Prose Preface] 11 ii. G[EORGE] T[ALBOT]. Not in the silence of content, and store 14 iii. FIFTY-THREE Poems, by WILLIAM HABINGTON. 1. Let the chaste Phœnix from the flowry East, 17 2. I saw _Castara_ pray, and from the skie, 17 3. Yee blushing Virgins happie are 18 4. By those chaste lamps which yeeld a silent light 18 5. Where am I? not in heaven: for oh I feele 19 6. Not still ith' shine of Kings. Thou dost retire 19 7. Doe not their prophane Orgies heare, 20 8. Sing forth sweete Cherubin (for we have choice 21 9. In vaine faire sorceresse, thy eyes speake charmes, 22 10. While you dare trust the loudest tongue of fame, 22 11. Why doth the stubborne iron prove 23 12. Transfix me with that flaming dart 24 13. Wing'd with delight (yet such as still doth beare 25 14. Learned shade of _Tycho Brache_, who to us, 26 15. Ye glorious wits, who finde then Parian stone 26 16. If she should dye, (as well suspect we may, 27 17. You younger children of your father stay, 27 18. Fond Love himselfe hopes to disguise 28 19. FEARE. Checke thy forward thoughts, and know 28 20. Nimble boy in thy warme flight, 29 21. _Cupids_ dead, who would not dye, 30 22. Fly on thy swiftest wing, ambitious Fame, 30 23. ARAPHILL. Dost not thou _Castara_ read 31 24. Why haste you hence _Castara_? Can the earth, 32 25. I am engag'd to sorrow, and my heart 33 26. Th' Arabian wind, whose breathing gently blows 33 27. Looke backe _Castara_. From thy eye 33 28. Tis madnesse to give physicke to the dead; 34 29. The lesser people of the ayre conspire 34 30. Swift in thy watry chariot, courteous _Thames_, 35 31. My Muse (great Lord) when last you heard her sing 35 32. Thankes _Cupid_, but the Coach of _Venus_ moves 36 33. How fancie mockes me? By th' effect I prove, 37 34. Faire Mistresse of the earth, with garlands crown'd, 37 35. With your calme precepts goe, and lay a storme, 38 36. Tis I _Castara_, who when thou wert gone, 38 37. Pronounce me guilty of a Blacker crime, 39 38. Thrice hath the pale-fac'd Empresse of the night, 39 39.