Sol trovorete in tal parte men duro Ove Amor mise l'insanabil ago. VII. On his being arriv'd to the age of twenty-three. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even VIII. When the Assault was intended for the City. CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in arms, [seise, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may 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 such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower: The great Emathion conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tow'r Went to the ground: and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. To a virtuous young Lady. LADY that in the prime of earliest youth To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, [friends Hast gain'd thy entrance, virgin wise and pure. X. To the Lady Margaret Ley. DAUGHTER And left them both, more in himself content, Till sad the breaking of that Parlament So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, hoñor'd Margaret. XI. On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises. 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. Numb'ring good intellects; now seldom por❜d on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on A title page is this! and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward (Greek. E 2 I XII. On the same. DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs When strait a barbarous noise environs me Which after held the sun and moon in fee. But this is got by casting pearl to hogs; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, And still revolt when Truth would set them free. Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good; But from that mark how far they rove we see For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood. XIII. To Mr. H. Lawes on his Airs. HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song tongue. That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn or story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing Met in the milder shades of Purgatory. XIV. On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine 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 And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. XV. To the Lord General Fairfax FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, |