Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Eng. poet. e 4 (Oep4)

The commonplace book of an Oxford don which includes elegies on (principally) Oxford dons and writers. Items are numbered consecutively and a running title is usually inscribed at the top of the page. Summary cat. 29796; printed notices TLS 16.1.1930, p. 43; RES, vi, 313.

<1st recto `Cod. 8′>

<iii-iv Table of Contents, with division into sections>

In those dark ages when the world was blind Oep4*1 (pp. 1-4)
So like to him that ’tis his harp new strung
<Upon Sir John Denham’s translation of the psalms [end: Jasper Mayne]>

My son yes lord my only son my Isaac he Oep4*2 (pp. 5-10)
An aged faith the budding breast did line
<Abraham’s sacrifice [end: et desunt]>

Man eat and sinned and fell vain shadow say Oep4*3 (pp. 11-34)
No more the land by numbering doth decrease
<David’s plague>

Blessed mother of the church be in the list Oep4*4 (p. 34)
Rightly perused prove gospel to the deaf
<On a lady that wrought the Bible story in needle-work [marg: Part of a large copy, in University Poems, 1656]>

Hence common eyes spare your ambitious tear Oep4*5 (pp. 35-9)
He shall receive their fate too die unknown
<On the death of Sir Charles Lucas and Sir George Lisle [section heading: Funebria] [end: Tho Winnard]>

What means this silence which may seem to doom Oep4*6 (pp. 40-3)
Must not of praise or pity him defraud
<On the death of Sir John Denham Knight of the Bath [end: Christopher Wase]>

At seventy years Tom Kestell’s silver hairs Oep4*7 (p. 43)
Hide the one’s fault the other’s worth display
<On Kestell and Fortescue>

Blessed spirit what a pious cheat th’ hast given Oep4*8 (pp. 44-5)
That minute when he overcame he died
<On the death of Mr Robert Fell of Christ Church, Oxon. found dead kneeling in his study [end: Jeremiah Wells]>

Tears are but hackney griefs the vulgar eye Oep4*9 (p. 45)
Who made a dying life a living death
<On Mr [ ] N.>

Weep marble weep so shall my pious eyes Oep4*10 (p. 46)
He gathered unto his people is
<On Mr John Brugg of Wadham College>

Is Heaven turned bankrupt do the gods conspire Oep4*11 (p. 47)
Unless it chance to quicken from his hearse
<On the death of Mr Ben. Love student of Christ Church in Oxford>

Some may deride our grief say tears are vain Oep4*12 (p. 48)
And our eyes blush that they can weep no more
<On the death of Mr Lingen>

What stirs the heavens which gave life to all Oep4*13 (p. 48)
And Heaven renders it a second birth
<On the death of Mr Holt>

[Let all this meaner rout of books stand by] Oep4*14 (pp. 49-57)
Had need of brazen lungs and forehead too
<On the death and to the memory of Mr Abraham Cowley [blank space left for stanzas 1 and 2; 3 begins `What holy vestal hearth’] [first line from Crum] [end: Th Spratt]>

Those justly may a real greatness own Oep4*15 (pp. 58-61)
And poets only do the great surpass
<On Mr Abraham Cowley [end: Henry Newton]>

Great sir your land self-conquered was and poor Oep4*16 (p. 62)
Subscribed the father of his native land
<To the king’s majesty [section heading: Gratulatoria] [end: Christoph Wase]>

Welcomes are sometimes pious here profane Oep4*17 (pp. 62-3)
‘Tis both a court and heaven whilst you are here
<To her majesty [end: Jerem Wells]>

Your station ‘twixt these globes doth prompt our pen Oep4*18 (p. 63)
Kings are immortal but queens make them so
<To the king and queen in St John’s College Library at Oxon. 1662>

Whilst all the world vows to fresh glory pay Oep4*19 (pp. 63-5)
And with fresh eyes make us your loss deplore
<To James Duke of Ormond, on his recess from the government of Ireland [end: James Lane]>

Those stars by which the weary traveller’s led Oep4*20 (p. 65)
And we shall see a constellation here
<To the honourable Lady E. H. [end: Henry Newton]>

Madam / You’re happy sure you do the spring disclose Oep4*21 (p. 66)
From whom such hopeful grafts do spring so fast
<To Sir Robert Shirley’s lady delivered of a son on the Lord’s day [this group numbered as `21′ in MS and has running header `On Sir R. Shirley’s Son’] [TC title: To Sir Robert Shireleys Lady et, 9 copies (ie. this and following 7 poems, not numbered separately)]>

Fill me a bowl of sack and I’ll carouse Oep4*22 (pp. 66-7)
You may prognosticate the fruit divine
<On the same>

They who before the earliest down doth shade Oep4*23 (pp. 67-8)
Be lost and swallowed in this greater flood
<On the same>

Muse put on wings and straight go muster all Oep4*24 (pp. 68-9)
An easy labour next to have no foes
<On the same>

Those showers are best which don’t o’erflow but fill Oep4*25 (pp. 69-70)
Sir Robert’s gallantry James Shirley’s wit
<On the same>

You make the year so auspiciously begin Oep4*26 (pp. 70-1)
And the next thunder be an hue and cry
<On the same>

Juno we thank thee and congratulate Oep4*27 (p. 71)
With laurel though his father wear it now
<On the same>

It was when Christians kneel and did entreat Oep4*28 (p. 72)
Charles in thine heart and Devereux thine arm
<[no title, other than running header. Last of the group]>

Whilst with a strong and yet a gentle hand Oep4*29 (pp. 73-8)
Like Joseph’s sheaves pay reverence and bow
<A panegyric to Oliver Cromwell 1655 [section heading: Olivariana] [end: Edmund Waller] [number 22 in MS]>

Like the vain curling of the watery maze Oep4*30 (pp. 78-88)
Troubling the waters yearly make them heal
<An anniversary on the government of the Lord Protector. 1655 [end: Edmund Waller]>

We must resign Heaven his great soul doth claim Oep4*31 (p. 89)
Th’approaching fate of her great water told
<On the storm and death of Oliver Cromwell [end: Edmund Waller]>

‘Tis well he’s gone O had he never been Oep4*32 (pp. 90-1)
And the glad waves came leaping to the shore
<Answer to the storm [end: Godolphin ex aede Christi Oxon]>

And now ’tis time for their officious haste Oep4*33 (pp. 92-6)
Where piety and valour jointly go
<On the death of Oliver Cromwell, by John Dryden [end: John Dryden]>

‘Tis true great name thou art secure Oep4*34 (pp. 97-106)
Did settle and secure them in the promised land
<To the memory of Oliver Cromwell [end: Th. Spratt]>

Where are you ladies which your morning pass Oep4*35 (pp. 107-9)
Who when you please can be a multitude
<On a lady’s picture (and some other pieces) drawn by her self [section heading: Miscell.] [end: Jasper Maine]>

Where such a garden doth appear Oep4*36 (pp. 109-10)
A bush unburnt amidst the fire
<On a garden made by art [end: Jasper Maine]>

Be dumb unhallowed oracles and more Oep4*37 (p. 110)
To be our sacrifice and paschal lamb
<On the nativity of Christ>

Yes now in apparition doth she live Oep4*38 (pp. 111-13)
Exhale the tears of dew and dry them too
<Upon the Queen’s recovery from a fever, after the report of her death>

Behold the covenant and the kingdom quit Oep4*39 (p. 113)
Like a God-damn-me to a Faith-and-troth
<On burning the covenant>

Sleep locks up sense and lets the soul go free Oep4*40 (p. 114)
For who but dreams of happiness enjoys
<For sleep [end: Jer. Wells]>

Sleep may our wearied senses prisoners take Oep4*41 (p. 115)
We may believe but ne’er possess those joys
<Against sleep [end: Hen. Newton]>

So two rude waves by storms together thrown Oep4*42 (pp. 116-24)
As yours when you thanked God for being beat
<The puritan and the papist. A satyr [end: supposed by Abr. Cowley]>

Poetry is an intellectual mint Oep4*43 (p. 124)
Th’eyes not the only glass that burns the blind
<On poetry>

Since the liberty of the subject and free-quarter Oep4*44 (pp. 125-41)
and he suffered more than the whole book of martyrs
<Mercurius Menippæus or The loyal satirist. Si Cato reddatur, Cæsarianus erit. 1649 [end: Tho. Winnard] [prose text]>

Nay blackcoats now look to’t you must away Oep4*45 (pp. 142-5)
Ere long too they will dance o’th rope
<An owl at Athens. A relation of the Earl of Pembroke’s entrance into Oxford. April 12. 1648 [end: Th. Winnard]>

Let Homer sing of Ilium’s queen Oep4*46 (pp. 146-9)
Unto the triple tree
<Cheynel Cheynelized, or A visitor visited. An excellent ditty,/ Pleasant and witty / To the tune of The madman’s morrice [end: Th. Winnard]>

See how the parted flames aspire Oep4*47 (pp. 149-50)
They’d envy one another fire even there
<On two almswomen, chamberfellows, falling out, and making two fires in the same chimney [end: Jerem. Wells]>

Thrice blessed be that womb whose plenteous birth Oep4*48 (p. 150)
Can furnish heaven and yet people earth
<On three children at one birth, two dying, the third living [couplet]>

Heavens we thank you that you thundered so Oep4*49 (p. 151)
For us like theirs and some not thank them for’t
<On the thunder at the coronation April 23 1661 [end: H. Bold e Coll. novo]>

Whate’er the eye discovers is a ring Oep4*50 (pp. 152-3)
Let him ne’er be beloved and yet love many
<Platonic love [end: Dr. [ ] Cheney]>

The humble atheist who acknowledge can Oep4*51 (p. 154)
Find thou their armies we’ll find general
<To the atheist [end: M. Lluellin. M.D]>

Both good and wise of many thousands one Oep4*52 (p. 155)
He chides the bad and gives the best the prize
<Virgil’s Vir bonus [end: Will. Wyat]>

Vulcan thou cities’ foe to whom Oep4*53 (pp. 156-7)
Should befall these not London’s fate
<Upon the fire of London. 1666 [end: John James, Joannensis]>

Come bring us out the widest bowl Oep4*54 (pp. 158, 160)
And quenches purgatory
<The good fellow [end: Corbett Owen]>

Go take that monstrous bowl from hence Oep4*54.1 (pp. 159, 161)
That oft your blood enrages
<The abstemious>

Some praise the hogshead some the sober well Oep4*54.2 (p. 161)
Immortal nectar’s only in a kiss
<Postscript to both [end: Corbett Owen] [not in TC]>

Hold off presumptuous eyes she is divine Oep4*55 (p. 162)
Can show a vermin like our country louse
<On the picture of Mother Louse [end: W. B.]>

I am convinced and will henceforth no more Oep4*56 (pp. 163-7)
And help to force ope the library door
<On a black night at Merton College [end: George Roberts]>

Awake dull muse the sun appears Oep4*57 (p. 167)
And Phoebus now assumes his state
<On the king’s return, May 29. 1661 [end: Tho Ford]>

In Westminster four wonders seen the like were never heard Oep4*58 (p. 167)
A speaker of the Commons house that ne’er before wore gown
<Michaelmas term 1672 [At foot of page, a later addition in same hand, also added later to TC]>

Is a monster whose father is a Presbyterian Oep4*59 (p. 168)
to take a cup of consolation of the creature
<A quaker [end: R R.] [prose text]>

As in those nations where they yet adore Oep4*60 (p. 169)
And beauty’s a disease where ’tis unkind
<To Mistress Mary Napp [end: Sir Charles Sedley]>

Though when I cry Oep4*61 (pp. 169-70)
For Fate and you alike are deaf to prayer
<To Mistress Sarah Hickford [end: Chambers]>

Since it hath pleased this wise and newborn state Oep4*62 (pp. 170-1)
All these and more may be obtained by prayer
<About the common prayer>

To say this comedy pleased long ago Oep4*63 (pp. 172-3)
Those men write that which no man else would steal
<Prologue to Albumazar [end: J. D.]>

As seamen shipwrecked on some happy shore Oep4*64 (pp. 173-4)
I had a smile from Beauty’s general heir
<To the countess of Castlemaine, for procuring a play of his might be printed [end: John Dryden]>

So shipwrecked passengers escaped to land Oep4*65 (p. 175)
Will grace old theatres and build up new
<The prologue at the first opening of the duke’s old playhouse by the king’s actors [end: John Dryden] [the last two lines are addressed `To the King’]>

Gentlemen your civil kindness last year shown Oep4*66 (pp. 176-7)
Who can but give what they received before
<The prologue to the Oxford Scholars at the Act there, 1671 [end: J. S.]>

You need not wonder why we change our spheres Oep4*67 (pp. 177-8)
We are but travellers in a riding dress
<The prologue to Cambysses at Oxford, 1672 spoken by Betterton in a riding habit [end: Elkanah Settle]>

Though actors cannot much of learning boast Oep4*68 (pp. 178-9)
He chooses Athens in his riper age
<A prologue to the University of Oxford, at the Act 1676; by his majesty’s servants>

Prick down the point who ever hath the art Oep4*69 (pp. 179-80)
As Babel did from pride and discord grow
<Britain disjointed>

Were I who to my cost already am Oep4*70 (pp. 181-6)
Man differs more from man than man from beast
<A satyr against mankind [includes section headed `Addition’] [end: John E. Rochester]>

Here gallants find their arms and so ’tis meet Oep4*71 (p. 186)
But where they find their arms they lose their feet
<On Parnassus’ chamber, where coats of arms are painted [distich]>

As some old admiral in former war Oep4*72 (pp. 187-8)
And now grown good for nothing else be wise
<The disabled debauchee [end: John E. Rochester] [space left for stanza 10 but no text]>

Thou damned antipodes to common sense Oep4*73 (pp. 188-9)
In the same strain thou wrote’st her comedy
<On Mr Edward Howard’s new utopia [end: Charles L. Buckhurst]>

Come on you critics find one fault who dare Oep4*74 (p. 190)
Did ever libel yet so sharply bite
<To Mr Edward Howard on his British Princes [add (TC): 9 Copies] [end: Charles L. Buckhurst, now E. Dorsett] [end (later hand): [1677–1706]]>

Sir / You have obliged the British nation more Oep4*75 (pp. 191-2)
He must bring sense that understands it here
<On the British Princes. 2. To the honorable Ed[ward] Howard esquire upon his incomparable incomprehensible poem of the British princes [end: Edmund Waller]>

Your book our old knight errants’ fame revives Oep4*76 (p. 192)
But yours at least will build half Paul’s churchyard
<On the British Princes. 3. [end: Th. Spratt]>

Our bard most bravely draws up his militia Oep4*77 (pp. 193-4)
He only outfeigns thee calls thee poetaster
<On the British Princes. 4. An heroic poem on the names and commanders of England, Rome, and Gaul, or forty six verses on forty six hundred [end: J. D.] [includes final section headed `Two verses [ie lines] left out in the Impression of the poem’]>

With envy critic you’ll this poem read Oep4*78 (p. 194)
Thou followest none so none can follow thee
<On the British Princes. 5 [end: Mart. Clifford]>

Of all great nature fated unto wit Oep4*79 (pp. 195-6)
Judge that this book will be a lasting dust
<On the British Princes. 6 [end: Tho. Shadwell]>

Wonder not sir that praises ne’er yet due Oep4*80 (p. 196)
Your poem hath no other muse but you
<7. On the same [end: L. Vaughan]>

As when a bully draws his sword Oep4*81 (p. 197)
Mongrels will serve to keep him down
<On the British Princes. 8 [end: E. A.]>

But wherefore all this pother about fame Oep4*82 (pp. 197-8)
The author’s friend most humble servant and / Buckingham
<9. On these two verses of Mr Howard’s. But Fame had sent forth all her nimble spies, / To blaze this Match, and lend to Fate some eyes.>

How hath my passion made me Cupid’s scoff Oep4*83 (pp. 198-9)
Puzzle me so I am resolved on neither
<On the humour in Mr [ ] Howard’s play, where Mr Kinaston disputes his staying in, or going out of town, as he is pulling on his boots. In imitation of the Earl of Orrery [end: G. D. Buckingham]>

In woeful plaints my sad muse renders Oep4*84 (pp. 199-201)
At the gasping poets under the hill
<Mr Waple’s verses in obitum reginæ matris, in Oxford book: burlesqued>

Which is the greatest thing to brag on Oep4*85 (p. 202)
Most dumb arrived to tell us all
<Burlesque. Borbonio nasci major quæ gloria marte, et.>

Let Charles so swive Oep4*86 (p. 202)
And Kate may be its mother
<Dr Smith ex Æde Christi. Sic Catharina ferat, Carolus sic gignat, ut illa dicatur patriæ mater et ille pater [end: Shepherd ex æde Christi] [TC title: Dr Smith burlesque]>

In tadpole’s brain there moves a maggot Oep4*87 (pp. 203-5)
And bid him go seek out his fellows
<Burlesque on Mr [ ] Pickard [add (TC): C.C.C.]>

Ladies / I know not how to salute you mistake me not Oep4*88 (pp. 206-12)
and hopes to bid you welcome with some better entertainment
<A music speech [add (TC): at Oxford Act] [prose text] [TC ends here]>

Nay painter if thou dar’st design the fight Oep4*89 (pp. 213-221)
Advice to draw Madam Edificatress
<The second advice to the painter>

Imperial prince king of the seas and isles Oep4*89.1 (pp. 221-2)
Kings are but cards in war they’re gods in peace
<To the king>

Tell me thou confidant of what is done Oep4*90 (pp. 222-9)
Arms set aside the laws of peace and trade
<Divination in answer to the advice {the] ~ second uncorr} [end: Christopher Wase]>

Sandwich in Spain now and the duke in love Oep4*91 (pp. 229-40)
Truth is th’hast drawn her in effigy
<Third advice to the painter>

Great prince and so much greater as more wise Oep4*91.1 (pp. 240-1)
To woods and groves what once the painter sings
<To the king>

Draw England ruined by what was given before Oep4*92 (pp. 241-5)
Which most the Dutch or parliament they fear
<Fourth advice to the painter>

Painter where was’t thy former work did cease Oep4*93 (pp. 245-8)
[Deserve a place with Rosamond Jane Shore]
<Fifth advice to the painter [incomplete; MS missing last page of poem]>