Sol troverete in tol parte men duro Ove Amor mise l'infanabil ago. VII. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23. How foon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hafting days fly on with full carreer, But my late spring no bud or bloffom fhew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 5 That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow, 10 It fhall be ftill in ftricteft measure even To that fame lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of HeaAll is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. VIII. (ven; When the affault was intended to the City. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenseless doors may seise, 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 That call fame on fuch gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and feas, 5 What Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses bow'r: The great Emathian conqueror bid spare 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. 5 Lady that in the prime of earliest youth To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10 And hope that reaps not fhame. Therefore be fure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Passes to bliss 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, And left them both, more in himself content Till fad the breaking of that Parlament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Cheronea, fatal to liberty, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein father florish'd, yet by you, your Madam, methinks I see him living yet? So well your words his noble virtues praise, XI. 5 10 On the detraction which follow'd upon my writing certain treatifes. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, Stand spelling falfe, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galafp? 9 Those rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, On the fame. (Greek. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs Which after held the fun and moon in fee. To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs. Harry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd fong age 6 That with fmooth air couldft humour best our tongue. M m Thou 1 Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honor thee, the priest of Phœbus quire, 10 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 Chriftian friend, deceas'd 16 Decem. 1646. When faith and love, which parted from thee never, 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 fever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5 Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But as faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow'd thee up to joy and blifs 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 drest, 11 And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee reft And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. Το |