Urged, hurried forth, and hurld Upon the affrighted world; And all on utmost ruin set : THE EPODE, OR STAND. For what is life, if measured by the space, Not by the act ? Above his fact? And told forth fourscore years : Troubled both foes and friends; But ever to no ends : II. THE STROPHE, OR TURN. He entered well by virtuous parts, Got up, and thrived with honest arts, He purchased friends, and fame, and honours then And had his noble name advanced with men : But weary of that flight, He stooped in all men's sight And sunk in that dead sea of life, THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN Alas! but MORISON fell young : He never fell, thou fall'st, my tongue. patriot and a noble friend ; All offices were done In weight, in measure, number, sound, THE EPODE, OR STAND. And make them years ; Tó swell thine age : To show thou hast been long, By what was done and wrought In season, and so brought To light : her measures are, how well Each syllabe answered, and was formed, how fair ; These make the lines of life, and that's her air ! III, THE STROPHE, OR TURN. In bulk, doth make men better be ; A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, It was the plant and flower of light. THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN. And let thy locks with gladness shine : He leaped the present age, Possest with holy rage, Of which we priests and poets say THE EPODE, OR STAND. Himself, to rest, To have exprest, 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, - IV. THE STROPHE, OR TURN. Two names of friendship, but one star: The profits for a time. No pleasures vain did chime, Of rhymes, or riots, at your feasts, Orgies of drink, or feigned protests : But simple love of greatness and of good : That knits brave minds and manners more than blood. THE ANTISTROPHE, OR COUNTER-TURN. You liked, then after, to apply Each styled by his end, The copy of his friend. And titles, by which all made claims THE EPODE, OR STAND. As they that saw That such a law Where they might read and find And with the heart, not pen, Of two so early men AN EPITAPH ON SALATHIEL PAVY. WEEP with me, all you that read This little story : Death's self is sorry. In grace and feature, Which owned the creature. When fates turned cruel, The stage's jewel ; Old men so duly, He played so truly. They all consented; They have repented; In baths to steep him ; Heaven vows to keep him. EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L. H. WOULD'st thou hear what man can say Underneath this stone doth lie If at all she had a fault, SONG. THAT WOMEN ARE BUT MEN'S SHADOWS. FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you, At morn and even shades are longest ; But grant us perfect, they 're not known. Styled but the shadows of us men? ODE TO SIR WILLIAM SIDNEY ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. Now that the hearth is crowned with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, And all do strive to advance The gladness higher; Wherefore should I Who not the least, Both love the cause, and authors of the feast? Give me my cup, but from the Thespian well, |