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XVII. To Sir Henry Fane the younger.
V Ane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held [pell'd The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms re
The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
The drift of hollow states hard to be spell'd
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
What severs each, thou' hast learn'd, which few
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.
XVIII. On the late Massacre in Piemont.
.avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
XIX. On his Blindness.
VV H E K I consider how my light is spent
Era half my days, in this dark world and wide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
I fondly ask ? but patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts ; who best
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
XX. To Mj. LawTcnCe.
-liawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
'What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal note9 and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise
XXI. To Cyriat Shinner.
L/YR i Ac, whose grandsire on the royal bench
OfBritish Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar so often wrench; To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let EucTid rest and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Tow'ard solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show: That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour rafraims. 5
XXII. To the same.
V^ Y R IA o, this three years day these eyes, tho' clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idol orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer [ask: Right onward. What supports me ? dost thou
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them ovcrIn Liberty's defence, my noble task, [plv'4
Of which all Europe talks from side to side. [mist This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain
Content though blind, had I no better guide.
XXIII. On his deceased Wife.
Iviet Bought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great s.oir toher glad husband gave,
Rescued from death.b.y. fbitej though pale and faint.
Mine, as whom wisn.'d frorri'spbt'of.child-bcd taint
Full sight of her iit'Hea'v'n witfeut restraint,
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight