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ANNO ÆTATIS 17.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT,
DYING OF A COUGH.
O FAIREST flow'r, no sooner blown but blasted,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
of long upcoupled bed, and childless eld, Whicb, 'orongst the wanton Gods, a foul reproach
15 Through middle empire of the freezing air He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far;
There ended was his quest, there ceas'd his care:
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 so Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilom did slay his dearly-loved mate, Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand; 25 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!
y. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead, Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb, 30 Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed, Hid from the world in a low delved tomb; Could Heav'n for pity thee so strietly doom?
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine
Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight,
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?
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
But oh! why didst thou not stay here below
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart?
Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child,
This if thou do, he will an offspring give.
ANNO ÆTATIS 19. At a Vacation Exercise in the college, part Latin, por
English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.
HAIL, native Language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to spak, 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 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, Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Before thou clothe my fancg in fit sound: Such where the deep transported mind 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 with his canons, which Ens, thus speaking, explains.
GOOD luck befriend thee, Son; for, at thy birth, The fairy ladies danc'd upon the hearth; 60 Thy drousy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room where thou didst fie, And, sweetly singing round about thy bed, Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head. She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk in visible:
66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear; For once it was my dismal hap to hear