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But lately finding him fo long at home,
And thinking now his journey's end was come,
In the kind office of a chamberlin
Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, 15
If any ask for him, it fhall be faid, "
Another on the fame.
HERE lieth one, who did moft truly prove
That he could never die while he could move ;
So hung his destiny, never to rot
While he might still jogg on and keep his trot,
Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
"rent of feven Lays of pasture-ground lying
"nance of this conduit for ever.
Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
Too long vacation haften'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd,
Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd;
But vow, though the cross doctors all flood hearers,
"beautifying the fame." I cannot fay much
death: they abound with that fort of wit,
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the feas,
Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are deliver'd all and gone,
Only remains this fuperfcription.
HENCE loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn
This and the following poem are exquifitely beautiful in themselves, but appear much more beautiful, when they are confidered, as they were written, in contraft to each other. There is a great variety of pleasing images in each of them; and it is remarkable, that the poet represents several of the fame objects as exciting both mirth and melancholy, and affecting us differently according to the different difpofitions and affections of the foul. This is nature and experience. He derives the title of both poems from the Italian, which language was then principally in vogue. L'Allegro is the chearful merry man; and in this poem he describes the course of mirth in the country and in the city from morning till noon, and from noon till night: and poffibly he might have this in his thoughts, when he faid afterwards in his Areopagitica —“there be de"lights, there be recreations and jolly paftimes "that will fetch the day about from fun to "fun, and rock the tedious year as in a de"lightful dream." Vol. 1. p. 154, 155. Edit. 1738.
1. Hence loathed Melancholy, &c.] The beginning of this poem is fomewhat like the beginning of Kal. Decembres Saturnales of Statius, Sylvarum Lib. I.
Et Phoebus pater, & fevera Pallas,
2. Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,] The poet in making Melancholy the daughter of Cerberus might perhaps intend to infinuate, that she has something of the cynic, as well as fomething monftrous and unnatural, in her compofition: but if this poem had not undergone two impreffions in Milton's life time, and one of them before he loft his fight, I should have imagin'd that he had wrote Erebus inftead of Cerberus, as being more agreeable to Heathen mythology. Erebus and Night are