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Verseggiando d'amor, e come t'osi?

Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana, 5

E de pensieri lo miglior t'arrivi;

Cosi mi van burlando, altri rivi

Altri lidi t' aspettan, et altre onde

Nelle cui verdi sponde

Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma io

L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi

Perche alle spalle tue soverchia soma?
Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi

Dice mia Donna, e'l suo dir, é jl mio cuore

Questa e lingua di cui si vanta Amore. 15

Diodati, e te'l dirò con maraviglia,

Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar soléa

E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa

Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia. Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia 5

M'abbaglian sì, ma sotto nova idea

Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea,

Portamenti alti honesti, e nelle ciglia Quel sereno fulgor d'amabil nero,

Parole adorne di lingua piu d'una, 10

Eì cantar che di mezzo l hemispero Traviar ben puo la faticosa Luna,

E degli occhi suoi auventa si gran fuoco

Che l' incerar gli orecchi mi sia poco.

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Per certo i bei vostr'occhi, Donna mia
Esser non puo che non sian lo mio sole
Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole
Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,

Mentre un caldo vapor (ne sentì pria) 5

Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Che forse amanti nelle lor parole
Chiaman sospir; io non so che si sia:

Parte rinchiusa, e turbida si cela

Scosso mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco io

Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiela;

Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco
Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rose.


Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante
Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono
Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante

L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante, 5

De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono; Quando rugge il gran mondo, e scocca il tuono, S'arma di se, e d'intero diamante,

Tanto del forse, e d'invidia sicuro,

Di timori, e speranze al popol use io

Quanto d'ingegno, e d alto valor vago,

E di cetra sonora, e delle muse:


Sol troverete in tol parte'men duro Ove Amor mise l'insanabil ago.


On his being arriv'd to the age of 23.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full carreer,
But my late spring no bud or blossom 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,
That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.

Yet be it less or more, or soon or flow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even 10

To that same lot, however mean or high,

Toward which Time leads me, and the will of HeaAll is, if I have grace to use it so, (ven;

As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.

When the assault 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 5 That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,

WhatWhatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.

Lift not thy spear against the Muses bow'r:

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare 10
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 save th' Athenian walls from ruin bare.


To a virtuous young Lady.

Lady that in the prime of earliest youth

Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth,

The better part with Mary and with Ruth 5

Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at their growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee but pity' and ruth.

Thy care is fix'd, and zealoufly attends

To sill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure

Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends
Pafles to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure.


To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury,

Who Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content


Till sad the breaking of that Parlament 5

Broke him, as that dishonest victory
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, 10
Madam, methinks I fee him living yet?

So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honor'd Margaret.


On the detraction which follow''d upon my writing certain


A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,
And woven close, both matter, form and stile;
The subject new: it walk'd the town a while,
Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on.

Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on 5
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? 9

Those ruggednames to our likemouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.

Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,


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