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ANNO ÆTATIS 17.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT,
DYING OF A COUGH.
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
of long uncoupled bed, and childless eld, Whicb, ’orongst the wanton Gods, a foul reproach
But, all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace, 20 Unhous'd thy virgin soul from her fair biding place.
IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For 80 Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilom did slay his dearly-loved mate, Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand; 23 Young Hyacinth, the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform'd him to a purple flower: Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power!
no! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality, that show'd thou wast divine. 33
Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight,
Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?
VIII. Or wert thou that just Maid, who once before 50 Forsook the hated earth, 0 tell me sooth, And cam’st again to visit us once more? Or wert thou that sweet-smiling Youth? Or that crown'd matron sage white-robed Truth? Or any other of that heav'nly brood
55 Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some good?
60 As if to show what creatures Heav'n doth breed;
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire ?
X. But oh! why didst thou not stay here below To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence, 65 To slake his wrath, whom sin hath made our foe, To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence, Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence,
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.
Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child, 72
This if thou do, he will an offspring give,
ANNO ÆTATIS 19.
At a Vacation Exercise in the college, part Latin, fast
English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.
HAIL, native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speaks And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips, Half unpronounced, slide through my infant-lips, Driving dumb Silence from the portal door, Where he had mutely sat two years before! Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask, That now I use thee in my latter task: Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, I know my tongue but little grace can do thee: 10 Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst : And, if it happen as I did forecast, The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last. I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
13 For this same small neglect that I have made : But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure, And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure, Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight Which takes our late fantastics with delight; 20 But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire, Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire. I have some naked thoughts that rove about, And loudly knock to have their passage out; And, weary of their place, do only stay Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array; That so they may, without suspect or fears, Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears ; Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse, Thy service in some graver subject use,
30 Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound: Such where the deep transported pind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments
his two sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance
GOOD luck befriend thee, Son; for, at thy birth,