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The highly favour'd Joseph bore
To him that serv'd for her before,
And at her next birth much like thee
SONG. ON MAY MORNING.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
1 star] 'Of the bright morning star.' Hen. More's Poems,
1 harbinger] Shakesp. Mids. N. Dream, act iii. sc. ult.
'And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.'
2 dancing] Spenser's F. Q. i. v. 2.
'At last the golden oriental gate
Of greatest heaven gan to open
Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET W. SHAKESPEARE.*
WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
10 welcome] Chaucer's Knight's Tale, ver. 1511. O Maye! with all thy floures and thy grene, Right welcome be thou, fair freshe May.'
* These lines were prefixed to the folio ed. of Shakespeare's Plays in 1632, but without Milton's name or initials. It is, therefore, the first of his pieces that was published. Warton. 11 unvalued] Invaluable. Rich. III. act i. sc. 4.
'Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,' Todd.
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER,
Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the Plague.
HERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt,
15 sepulcher'd] So accented in Shakesp. Rape of Lucrece, May likewise be sepulcher'd in thy shade."
1 Hobson] Seven Champions of Christendom, p. 50. Is Hobson there, or Dawson, or Tom Long?' Ellis's Lett. on Engl. History, 1st Ser. iii. 207. Our Hobson and the rest should have been forbidden.' Taylor's (W. Poet.) Works, fol. part ii. p. 188. Oh! quoth hee, I could have gone thither with my neighbour Hobson on foot, like a foole as I was, and I might have rid backe upon my neighbour Jobson's mare, like an asse as I am.'
Dodg'd with him betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
In the kind office of a chamberlin
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light:
any ask for him, it shall be said,
Hobson has supp'd, and's newly gone to bed.
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
While he might still jog on and keep his trot,
Until his revolution was at stay.
Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd,
That even to his last breath (there be that say't)
He had been an immortal carrier.
Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are deliver'd all and gone,
Only remains this superscription.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.
WHAT slender youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,