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Per certo i bei vostr'occhi, Donna mia
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne sentì pria) 5
Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
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
Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante
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,
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 5
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.
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
Went to the ground: And the repeated air
To a virtuous young Lady.
Lady that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green,
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
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends
To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,
Till sad the breaking of that Parlament 5
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Though later born than to have known the days
So well your words his noble virtues praise,
On the detraction which follow 'd upon my writing certain
A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,
Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on 5
Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? g
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek,
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
On the same. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuccoos, asfes, apes and dogs: As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5 Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny, Which after held the fun and moon in fee. But this is got by casting pearl to hogs; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, 9 And still revolt when truth would set them free. Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must sirst be wife and good; But from that mark how far they rove we fee For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.
XIII. To Mr. H. LA WES on his Airs. Harry, whose 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, With praise enough for envy to look wan; 6 To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. M m Thou