Sol troverete in tal parte men duro VII. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23. How foon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow, It shall be still in ftricteft measure even To that fame lot, however mean or high, 5 ΙΟ Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. VIII. may seise, When the affault was intended to the City. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whofe chance on these defenseless doors If deed of honor did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms 5 That call fame on fuch gentle acts as these, What Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms. The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tow'r Went to the ground: And the repeated air Of fad Electra's poet had the pow'r To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. To a virtuous young Lady. 10 green Lady that in the prime of earliest youth 5 10 To fill the odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be fure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night, Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure. X. To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President Who Who liv'd in both, unftain'd with gold or fee, At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father florifh'd, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet; XI. On the detraction which follow'd upon my writing certain treatifes. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, 9 Those rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian ftare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated Hated not learning worse than toad or afp, (Greek. When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and king Edward XII. On the fame. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs Which after held the fun and moon in fee. And ftill revolt when truth would fet them free. 10 For who loves that, must first be wife and good; To Mr. H. XIII. LAWES on his Airs. Harry, whofe 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, 5 With praise enough for envy to look wan; To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honor thee, the priest of Phoebus quire, That tun'ft their happiest lines in hymn, or story. Dante shall give fame leave to set thee higher Than his Cafella, whom he woo'd to fing Met in the milder fhades of purgatory. XIV. On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thomson, my When faith and love, which parted from thee never, II To |