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On the death of a fair Infant, dying of a cough.


O Fairest flow'r no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelefly, Summer's chief honor, if thou hadst out-lasted Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry; For he being amorous on that lovely dye 5

That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.

For since grim Aquilo his charioteer
By boistrous rape th' Athenian damsel got,
He thought it touch'd his deity full near, ro

If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot

Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, (held. Which'mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach was


So mounting up in icy-pearled car, 15

Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he'spy'd from far;
There ended was his quest, there ceas'd his care.
Down he descended from his snow-soft chair,

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy virgin foul from her fair biding place.

IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilome did stay his dearly-loved mate, Young Hyacinth born on Eurota's strand, 25

Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;

But then transform'd him to a purple flower: Alack that so to change thee Winter had no power.

.'- V.
Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,
Or that thy corse corrupts in 'earth's dark womb.
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed, 31

Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;
Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom?

Oh no! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality, that show'd thou wast divine. 35

Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely blest,
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear)
Tell me bright Spirit where'er thou hoverest,


Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in th' Elysian fields (if such there were) 40

Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight.

VII. Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof, Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall; Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof 45. Took up, and in fit place did reinstall? Or did of late earth's sons besiege the wall

Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?

VIII. Or wert thou that just Maid who once before 50 Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth, And cam'st again to visit us once more? Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth? Or that crown'd matron sage white-robed Truth?

Or any other of that heav'nly brood 55

Let down in cloudy throne todo the world some good?

IX. Or wert thou of the golden-winged host, Who having clad thyself in human weed, To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post, And after short abode fly back with speed, 60

As if to show what creatures Heav'n doth breed,

Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world, and unto heav'n aspire?


X. But oh why didst thou not stay here below To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence, 65 To stake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe. To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence, Or drive away the flaughtering pestilence,

To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? 69 Butthou canst best perform thatomce where thou art.

XI. Then thou the mother of so sweet a Child Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament, And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild; Think what a present thou to God hast sent, And render him with patience what he lent; 75

This if thou do, he will an ofspringgive, (live. That till the world's last end shall make thy name to

II. Anno AEtatis 19. At a Vacation Exercise in the college,

part Latin, part English, 'the Latin speeches ended,

the English thus began:

HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endevoring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounc'd, flide through my infant-lips,
Driving dumb silence from the portal door, 5

Where he had mutely fat two years before:
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon afk,
That now I use thee in my latter task:


Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I Juiow my tongue but little grace can do thee: 10
Thou need'st not be ambitious to the first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aid 15

For this fame small neglect that I have made:
But haste thee strait to do me once a pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure,
Not those new fangled toys, and trimming flight
Which takes our late fantastics with delight, 20
But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And weary of their place do only stay 25

Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject use, 30

Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit found:
Such where the deep transported mind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Look in, and fee each blissful Deity 35

How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,

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