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And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends

Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gain’d thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

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DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President

Of England's Council and her Treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,

And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parliament

Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,

Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.f
Though later born than to have known the days

Wherein your father flourish’d, yet by you,

Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,

That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honour'd Margaret.

* The daughter of Sir James Ley, whose singular learning and abilities raised him through all the great posts of the law, till he came to be made Earl of Marlborough, and Lord High Treasurer, and Lord President of the Council to King James I. He died in an advanced age; and Milton attributes his death to the breaking of the Parliament: and it is true that the Parliament was dissolved the 10th of March 1628-9, and he died on the 14th of the same month.

Nerton. + Isocrates, the orator. The Victory was gained by Philip of Macedon over the Athenians,


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A BOOK was writ of late call’d Tetrachordon,* *

And woven close, both matter, form, and style;

The subject new: it walk'd the Town awhile, Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on. Cries the stall-reader, 'Bless us! what a word on

A title-page is this !' and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile-

End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?t (sleek,

Those rugged names to our like mouths grow

That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp, Thy age, like ours, ( soul of Sir John Cheek,t

Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Ed-

ward, Greek,

* This was one of Milton's books, published in consequence of his divorce from his first wife. Tetrachordon signifies Expositions on the four chief places in Scripture which mention marriage, or nulliries in marriage.

Warton. † Milton is here collecting, from his hatred to the Scots, what he thinks Scotish names of an ill sound. Colkitto and Macdonnel, are one and the same person; a brave officer on the royal site, an Irishman of the Antrim family, who served under Montrose. The Macdonalds of that family are styled, by way of distinetion, Mac Collcittok, i. e, descendants of lame Colin. Galasp, or George Gile lespie, was a Scotish writer against the Independents, and one of the members of the Assembly of Divines.

Warton. The first professor of the Greek tongue in the university of Cambridge, and was afterwards made one of the tutors to Edward VI. See his Life by Strype, or in the Biographia Britannica.


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I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs

By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me

Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs :
As when those hinds that were transform’d to frogs

Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny, .
Which after held the sun and moon in fee.
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,

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.



Written 1645.

HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measur'd 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 could humour best our


Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing

To honour thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,

That tun'st 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,
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.

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- Deceased, Dec. 16, 1646.*

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When Faith and Love, which parted from thee

Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever.
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour,

Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best

Thy hand-maids, clad them o’er with purple beams

And azure wings, that up they flew so dress’d,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.


* Dr. Newton found in the accounts of Milton's life, that when he was first made Latin Secretary, he lodged at one Thomson's, next door to the Bull Head Tavern, at Charing Cross. This Mrs. Thomson was in all probability one of that family,

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FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings,

Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze

And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings; Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings

Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydra heads, and the false north displays Her broken league to imp their serpent wings. O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,

(For what can war, but endless war still breed?)

Till truth and right from violence be freed, And public faith cleard from the shameful brand

Of public fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed,
While Avarice and Rapine share the land.

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CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud,

Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud

Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Derwen stream, with blood of Scots im


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