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With which heaven's gates she locketh and displays. A crystal mirror hangeth at her breast, By which men's consciences are searched and drest; On her coach-wheels Hypocrisy lies racked; And squint-eyed Slander with Vainglory backed Her bright eyes burn to dust, in which shines Fate: An angel ushers her triumphant gait, Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists, And with them beats back Error, clad in mists. Eternal Unity behind her shines, That fire and water, earth and air combines. Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill, Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still.
BAXODE. 1 [From The Forest.]
Not to know vice at all, and keep true
spy Give knowledge instantly To wakeful reason, our affections’ king: Who, in th' examining, Will quickly taste the treason, and commit Close the close cause of it.
1 The following is only the earlier (general) wart of this fine Epode, “sung to deep ears.”
[Michael DRAyton was born at Hartshull in Warwickshire about the year 1563. He died on the 23d of December, 1631, and lies buried in Westminster Abbey. In 1591 he published The Harmony of the Church, which was for some unknown reason refused a license, and has never been reprinted till recently. It was followed by Idea and The Pastorals, 1593; Mortime riados (the Barons' Wars), 1596; The Heroical Epistles (one had been separately printed, 1598); The Owl, 1604; Legends of Cromwell and others, 1607–1613; Polyolòion (first eighteen books, 1612, whole, 1622); The Battle of Agincourt, 1626; besides minor works at intervals.]