| CASTARA. The First Part. | PAGE | |
| 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. | Scorn'd in thy watry Urne Narcissus lye, | [40] |
| 40. | Banisht from you, I charg'd the nimble winde, | [40] |
| 41. | Blest Temple, haile, where the Chast Altar stands, | [41] |
| 42. | Bright Dew which dost the field adorne | [41] |
| 43. | Stay under the kinde shadow of this tree | [42] |
| 44. | Dare not too farre Castara, for the shade | [43] |
| 45. | Vowes are vaine. No suppliant breath | [43] |
| 46. | Night. Let silence close my troubled eyes, | [44] |
| 47. | Your judgement's cleere, not wrinckled with the Time, | [45] |
| 48. | What should we feare Castara? The coole aire, | [46] |
| 49. | More welcome my Castara, then was light | [46] |
| 50. | Why dost thou looke so pale, decrepit man? | [52] |
| 51. | T'was Night: when Phœbe guided by thy rayes, | [52] |
| 52. | Why would you blush Castara, when the name | [53] |
| 53. | Like the Violet which alone | [53] |
| CASTARA. The Second Part. | ||
| iv. | Thirty-six more Poems. | |
| 54. | This day is ours. The marriage Angell now | [59] |
| 55. | Did you not see, Castara, when the King | [59] |
| 56. | Whose whispers soft as those which lovers breath | [60] |
| 57. | Forsake me not so soone. Castara stay, | [61] |
| 58. | Hence prophane grim man, nor dare | [61] |
| 59. | Sleepe my Castara, silence doth invite | [62] |
| 60. | She is restor'd to life. Unthrifty Death, | [62] |
| 61. | May you drinke beare, or that adult'rate wine | [63] |
| 62. | Castara whisper in some dead mans eare, | [64] |
| 63. | Forsake with me the earth, my faire, | [64] |
| 64. | Castara weepe not, though her tombe appeare | [65] |
| 65. | What's death more than departure; the dead go | [67] |
| 66. | Castara! O you are too prodigall | [67] |
| 67. | I heard a sigh, and something in my eare | [68] |
| 68. | You saw our loves, and prais'd the mutuall flame | [68] |
| 69. | Why should we build, Castara, in the aire | [69] |
| 70. | Castara, see that dust, the sportive wind | [70] |
| 71. | Were but that sigh a penitentiall breath | [70] |
| 72. | Araphill. Castara you too fondly court | [71] |
| 73. | My thoughts are not so rugged, nor doth earth | [72] |
| 74. | Tyrant o're tyrants, thou who onely dost | [73] |
| 75. | The breath of time shall blast the flowry Spring, | [73] |
| 76. | The reverend man by magicke of his prayer | [74] |
| 77. | Thy vowes are heard, and thy Castara's name | [75] |
| 78. | Thou dreame of madmen, ever changing gale, | [75] |
| 79. | Were we by fate throwne downe below our feare | [76] |
| 80. | What can the freedome of our love enthrall? | [76] |
| 81. | Bright Saint, thy pardon, if my sadder verse | [77] |
| 82. | I like the greene plush which your meadows weare | [78] |
| 83. | Thou art return'd (great Light) to that blest houre | [80] |
| 84. | They meet but with unwholesome Springs | [80] |
| 85. | The Laurell doth your reverend temples wreath | [81] |
| 86. | 'Bout th' husband Oke, the Vine | [82] |
| 87. | Let not thy grones force Eccho from her cave, | [82] |
| 88. | We saw and woo'd each others eyes | [83] |
| 89. | Here Virgin fix thy pillars, and command | [98] |
2. "CASTARA, &c. The Second Edition. Corrected and Augmented. London. Printed by B. A. and T. F. for Will. Cooke, and are to bee sold at his shop neare Furnivals-Inne Gate in Holburne, 1635. 12mo."
In this second edition, the authorship is avowed by means of a new heading to G. Talbot's poem, at p. [14]. It still consists of but two Parts, each with a separate title: but is augmented by three Characters in prose and twenty-six poems; all by Habington.
| CASTARA. The First Part. | ||
| i. | A Character. A Mistris. | [15] |
| ii. | Four additional poems are inserted. | |
| 90. | Hee who is good is happy. Let the loude | [47] |
| 91. | Harke, how the traytor winde doth court | [49] |
| 92. | It shall not grieve me (friend) though what I write | [50] |
| 93. | You who are earth, and cannot rise | [51] |
| CASTARA. The Second Part. | ||
| iii. | A Character. A Wife. | [57] |
| iv. | Fourteen additional Poems. | |
| 94. | Though my deare Talbots Fate exact, a sad | [84] |
| 95. | If your example be obey'd | [86] |
| 96. | Its false Arithmaticke to say thy breath | [88] |
| 97. | Why should we feare to melt away in death | [89] |
| 98. | When Pelion wondring saw, that raine which fell | [89] |
| 99. | O whither dost thou flye? Cannot my vow | [90] |
| 100. | Where sleepes the North-wind when the South inspires | [90] |
| 101. | Should the cold Muscovit, whose furre and stove | [91] |
| 102. | Amphion, O thou holy shade | [92] |
| 103. | You'd leave the silence in which safe we are | [92] |
| 104. | Give me a heart where no impure | [94] |
| 105. | Why doth the eare so tempt the voyce, | [95] |
| 106. | I hate the Countries durt and manners, yet | [96] |
| 107. | I wonder when w'are dead, what men will say; | [97] |
| v. | A Character. A Friend. | |
| vi. | Eight Elegies "The Funerals of the Honourable, my bestFriend and Kinsman, George Talbot, Esq." | [101] |
| 108. | (1) Twere malice to the fame; to weepe alone | [101] |
| 109. | (2) Talbot is dead. Like lightning which no part | [102] |
| 110. | (3) Let me contemplate thee (faire soule) and though | [103] |
| 111. | (4) My name, dear friend, even thy expiring breath | [104] |
| 112. | (5) Chast as the Nuns first vow, as fairely bright | [105] |
| 113. | (6) Goe stop the swift-wing'd moments in their flight | [107] |
| 114. | (7) There is no peace in sinne. Æternall war | [108] |
| 115. | (8) Boast not the rev'rend Vatican, nor all | [109] |
3. 1640. Third Edition in 12mo: with Titles, Characters, and Poems arranged in the order here reprinted. For titles, see pp. 9, 55, 111. There are no further additions to the first two parts: but there is added an entire Third Part.
| CASTARA. Third Part. | ||
| i. | A Character. The Holy Man. | [112] |
| ii. | Twenty-two Poems, chiefly Sacred, with mottoes from the Vulgate. We have here given the equivalent passages in the Authorized version: inserting between [] the Douay version! where it more closely follows the Latin of the Vulgate. | |
| 116. | O Lord, open thou my lips. Ps. li. 15. No monument of me remaine | [115] |
| 117. | My harp also is turned to mourning. Job xxx. 31. Love! I no orgies sing | [116] |
| 118. | I will destroy the wisdom of the wise. 1 Cor. i. 19. Forgive my envie to the World; while I | [118] |
| 119. | [Declare unto me the fewnes of my days, Douay]. He shortened my days. Ps. cii. 23. Tell me O great All knowing God | [119] |
| 120. | Not unto us, O Lord. Ps. cxv. 1. No marble statue, nor high | [120] |
| 121. | The graves are ready for me. Job xvii. 1. Welcome thou safe retreate! | [121] |
| 122. | He fleeth also as a shadow. Job xiv. 2. What shadow your faire body made | [122] |
| 123. | Night unto night sheweth knowledge. Ps. xix. 2. When I survay the bright | [124] |
| 124. | But the proud he knoweth afar off. Ps. cxxxviii. 6. To the cold humble hermitage | [125] |
| 125. | Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness. Ps. xli. 3. My Soule! When thou and I | [126] |
| 126. | Praise ye the Lord from the heavens. Ps. cxlviii. 1. You Spirits! who have throwne away | [127] |
| 127. | He cometh forth like a flower. Job xiv. 2. Faire Madame: you | [129] |
| 128. | Why boasteth thou thyself in mischief. Ps. lii. 1. Swell no more, proud man, so high! | [130] |
| 129. | My God, my God. Ps. xxii. 1. There is that foole Philosophie | [131] |
| 130. | [For I am ready for scourges, Douay]. For I am ready to halt. Ps. xxxviii. 17. Fix me on some bleake precipice | [133] |
| 131. | [The life of man upon earth is a warfare, Douay]. Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth. Job vii. 1. Were it your appetite of glory, (which | [134] |
| 132. | Shew me thy ways, O Lord. Ps. xxv. 4. Where have I wandred? In what way | [136] |
| 133. | And exalteth them of low degree. Luke i. 52. How cheerefully th' unpartiall Sunne | [138] |
| 134. | Lord of Lords. Deut. x. 17. Supreame Divinity! Who yet | [139] |
| 135. | I will be sorry for my sin. Ps. xxxviii. 18. In what darke silent grove | [140] |
| 136. | I shall go softly all my years. Is. xxxviii. 15. Time! where didst thou those years inter | [142] |
| 137. | Having a desire to depart. Phil. i. 23. The soule which doth with God unite | [143] |
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