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1.-—TO THE NIGHTINGALE. O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray - a
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; \ Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,',
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, wa
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will A
Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate -C
Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; I
As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why: Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. a
11.- ON HIS BEING ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF
Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!!
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near;
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
All is, if I have grace to use it so, C [Heaven;
III. —WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE
CAPTAIN, or colonel, or knight in arms, (seize,
Guard them, and him within protect from
That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
IV.—TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.
Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth [green,
Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly truth;
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
sure, Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, [friends
V.—TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY, DAUGHTER to that good earl, once president
Of England's council and her treasury, Who lived in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till sad the breaking of that parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father flourish’d, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
That all both judge you to relate them true,
VI. ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON
MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES.
And woven close, both matter, form, and style;
Numbering good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on
A title page is this! and some in file [MileStand spelling false, while one might walk to
End green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? (sleek,
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow That would have made Quintillian stare and
gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King
VII.—ON THE SAME.
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls, and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs:
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
And still revolt when truth would set them free.
License they mean when they cry liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good;
But from that mark how far they rove we see, For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood,
VIII.—TO MR H. LAWES, ON THE PUBLISHING
HIS AIRS. HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measuring song
First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas ears, committing short and long; Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan: To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue.
[wing Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her
To honour thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,
That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing
IX.-ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS CATHERINE
THOMSON, MY CHRISTIAN FRIEND, DECEASED Dec. 16, 1646.
WAEN Faith and Love, which parted from thee
never, Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load [sever. Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth