THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN. Did wiser nature draw thee back, From out the horror of that sack; Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right, Lay trampled on? the deeds of death and night, Urged, hurried forth, and hurl'd Upon th' affrighted world; Fire, famine, and fell fury met, And all on utmost ruin set: As, could they but life's miseries foresee, THE EPODE, OR STAND. For what is life, if measur'd by the space, Or masked man, if valued by his face, Here's one outliv'd his peers, And told forth fourscore years: 2 Here's one outliv'd his peers, And told forth fourscore years.] Perhaps this, and what follows in the next stanza, was intended as a character of Car, He vexed time, and busied the whole state; Troubled both foes and friends; But ever to no ends: What did this stirrer but die late? How well at twenty had he fallen or stood! II. THE STROPHE, OR TURN. He enter'd well by virtuous parts, And had his noble name advanced with men : He stoop'd in all men's sight So deep, as he did then death's waters sup, who, taken into favour by James I. was at length advanced to the earldom of Somerset. The particulars of his history are well known. WHAL. This does not apply to Carr, who could not have told forth much above forty years, when the Ode was written. It seems to refer rather to the old earl of Northampton: but, perhaps, no particular person was meant, though the poetical character might be strengthened and illustrated by traits incidentally drawn from real life. THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN. Alas! but MORISON fell young: All offices were done By him, so ample, full, and round, THE EPODE, OR STAND. Go now, and tell our days summ'd up with fears, Produce thy mass of miseries on the stage, Repeat of things a throng, To shew thou hast been long, Not liv'd; for life doth her great actions spell, By what was done and wrought In season, and so brought To light her measures are, how well 3 Alas! but Morison fell young :] There was then another conformity between the destinies of the noble pair, which, however, Jonson did not live to witness; for Lucius himself had scarcely attained his thirty-third year, when he also fell, gloriously fell, in the field of honour, and in the cause of his sovereign and his country, at the battle of Newbury. Each syllabe answer'd, and was form'd, how fair; These make the lines of life, and that's her air! III. THE STROPHE, OR TURN. It is not growing like a tree Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It is not growing like a tree, &c.] "The qualities of vivid perception and happy expression" (it is said in the Life of John Dryden) "unite in many passages of Shakspeare; but such Jonson-poor Ben's unarmed head is made a quintain upon all occasions" but such Jonson was unequal to produce, and he substituted strange, forced, and most unnatural analogies." p. xi. For the proof of this we are referred to the present ode, which, with the rest of Jonson's "Pindarics" (where are they to be found?) is treated with the most sovereign contempt. "In reading Jonson (it is added) we have often to marvel how his conceptions could have occurred to any human being. Shakspeare is like an ancient statue, the beauty of which, &c. Jonson is the representation of a monster, which is at first only surprising, and ludicrous and disgusting ever after." p. xii. THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN. Call, noble LuUCIUS, then for wine, And let thy looks with gladness shine: Accept this Garland, plant it on thy head, And think, nay know, thy MORISON's not dead. He leap'd the present age, Possest with holy rage, To see that bright eternal day; Of which we priests and poets say THE EPODE, OR STAND. JONSON, who sung this of him, ere he went, Or taste a part of that full joy he meant In this bright asterism! Where it were friendship's schism, To separate these twi Lights, the Dioscuri; And keep the one half from his Harry. But fate doth so alternate the design, Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine, |