And yet After the heav'nly tune, which none can hear such music worthieft were to blaze 89 O'P 85 II. SON G. Follow me as I fing, And touch the warbled tring, Follow me, Her deity. 90 95 NY III. S O N G. By sandy Ladon's lillied banks, Trip no more in twilight ranks, 100 From the stony Mænalus ye shall have greater grace, Such a rural Queen 105 The Copy of a Letter written by Sir HENRY WOTTON, to the Author' upon the following Poem. I , From the college, this 10th of April, 1638. SIR, T was a special favor, when you lately bestowed upon me here the first taste of Your acquaintance, “ tho' no longer than to make me know, that I “ wanted more time to value it, and to enjoy it rightly. “ And in truth, if I could then have imagined Your far“ther stay in these parts, which I understood afterwards by Mr. H., I would have been bold, in our vulgar ~ phrase, to mend my draught, for You left me with an extreme thirst, and to have begged Your conversation again jointly with Your faid learned friend, at a poor meal or two, that we might have banded to gether some good authors of the ancient time, among “ which I observed You to have been familiar. “ Since Your going, You have charged me with new obligations, both for a very kind letter from You, “ dared the fixth of this month, and for a dainty piece “ of entertainment that came therewith; wherein I ** fhould much commend the tragical part, if the lyrical “ did not ravish with a certain Doric delicacy in Your " songs and odes, wherein I must plainly confess to have “ feen yet nothing parallel in our language, Ipfa molli“ ties. But I must not omit to tell you, that I now * only owe You thanks for intimating unto me, how ** modestly foever, the true artificer. For the work it« self I had viewed some good while before with fingular delight, having received it from our common friend 66 Mr. R. in the very close of the late R's poems printed $6 at Oxford; whereunto it is added, as I now suppose, " that the accessory might help out the principal, ac cording 66 as * cording to the art of ftationers, and leave the reader con la bocca dolce. “ Now, Sir, concerning Your travels, wherein I may " challenge a little more privilege of discourse with you; “ I sappole, You will not blanch Paris in Your way. " Therefore I have been bold to trouble You with a few “ Lines to Mr. M. B. whom you shall easily find attending the young Lord S. as his governor; and You may surely receive from him good directions for " shaping of Your farther journey into Italy, where he “ did reside by my choice some time for the king, after ¢ mine own recess from Venice. “ I should think, that Your best line will be thro' ► the whole length of France to Marseilles, and thence by sea to Genoa, whence the passage into Tucany is diurnal as a Gravesend barge. I hasten, as You “ do, to Florence or Sienna, the rather to tell You a “ short story, from the interest You have given me in “ Your fafety. " At Sienna I was tabled in the house of one Alberto “ Scipione, an old Roman courtier in dangerous times, “ having been steward to the Duca di Pagliano, who " with all his family were strangled save this only man, “ that escaped by foresight of the tempeft. With « him I had often much chat of those Affairs ; into “ which he took pleasure to look back from his native “harbour; and at my departure toward Rome, which "' had been the center of his experience, I had won « confidence enough to beg his advice, how I might carry “ myself securely there without offense of others or of my own conscience: Signor Arrigo meo, says he, i “ pensieri fretti, & il viso kciolto, that is, Your thoughts “ close, and Your countenance loose, will go safely over “ the whole world. Of which Delphian oracle (for fo “ I have found it). Your judgment doth need no com mentary; and therefore, Sir, I will commit You with “ it to the best of all securities, God's dear love, re. maining Your friend, as much at command as any of “ longer date. H. Wotton. P.S. |