who was Related to my (Deceased) Wife. I cannot Mourn thy Fate, Sweet Mayd, but Joy That Thou art gone from all this Worlds Annoy, From th' hurry of this cursed Age, that draws Heav'ns Vengeance down by th' breach of all the Laws. Of GOD, & Man: ther's nothing here but Noise And Interruption of True Peacefull Joyes. That which they Pleasure call is _Sport_ for _Apes_ Which turns the _Phansie_ to a thousand _Shapes_ And Wrests the _Mind_ from that _Celestial Sphear_ To which Its _Nature_ ever would adhere That by a _Constant Revolution_ Its Rest & Motion ever might be ONE That which my Mind hath ever Sought, thy Mind Tho Compast with these walls of Clay did Find: Pure _Quintessential Love, Aethereal Flame_, Which Always shines, & Alwayes is the Same: Here's no faint trembling Flame: all Bright appears 'Tis ne're blown out with Sighs, nor quencht with tears. Thy Soul Enflames my Love: the Unitie I had with Her, who was Allie'd to Thee Is Now made Perfect: Our Souls Mutual Flame Tho Higher in _Degree_ in _Nature's_ still the same. Her, Thee, & All the Glorious Souls Above I Now Enioy, whilst in You All I Love The Boundless Spring of Joy to Ev'ry Mind That knowes what's _Truly Fair_ & Knowes what's _Truly Kind_. How have I Labour'd to Depress the Pride Of one [Dr. Parker] that strives Illustrious Truth to Hide In the Thick Bushes of Learn'd Sophistrie, Which he that Enters hardly sees the Skie? Truth that thy Splendid Soul did clearly see And of it made a plain Discoverie. And having Conquer'd Fate, Thou leavst those Arms [Her Poems] By which Mankind may Conquer All their Harms And make them Serve their Noble Purposes. All Good to Gain, All Evil to Repress. How Bravely did thy _Melibaeus_ shew The Madness of that Love most men pursue And how Youth may their strongest Lusts subdue! O Happy Mayd, who didst so soon Espie In This _Dark Life, that All is Vanitie_! May thy Bright Love, All Youthfull Minds Inspire, And like the SUN, put out all _other Fire_; May all the Virtuous Celebrate thy Name; All Poets Hearts Partake of thy Great Flame That all their Ardors & their Flights may be The Flames that Fly up to the _Deitie_; That DAVID's Muse they all may Imitate, Sing Virtues Triumphs ore the Power of Fate: That all their Works Resembling Hea'vn may prove The Blest Effects of Glory, Power, & Love. E. E. 1685. POEMS BY Mrs Anne Killigrew. Immodicis brevis est ætas, & rara Senectus. _Mart. l. 6. Ep. 29._ These POEMS are Licensed to be Published, _Sept. 30. 1685._ _Ro. L'Estrange._ [Illustration] _LONDON_: