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071:39,000['  ]| <Poems by Marvell published before 1650 (not in the folio)>
071:39,000['  ]| <To his Noble Friend Mr Richard Lovelace, upon his Poems>
071:39,001[A  ]| Sir, 
071:39,001[A  ]| Our times are much degenerate from those
071:39,002[A  ]| Which$6#1$ your sweet muse, which$6#1$ your fair fortune chose,
071:39,003[A  ]| And as complexions alter with the climes,
071:39,004[A  ]| Our wits have drawn the infection of our times.
071:39,005[A  ]| That$6#2$ candid age no$2$ other way could tell
071:39,006[A  ]| To$9$ be ingenious, but by$4$ speaking well.
071:39,007[A  ]| Who$6#1$ best could praise had then the greatest praise,
071:39,008[A  ]| It was more esteemed to$9$ give than wear the bays:
071:39,009[A  ]| Modest ambition studied only then
071:39,010[A  ]| To$9$ honour not herself but worthy men.  <10>
071:39,011[A  ]| These virtues now are banished out of town,
071:39,012[A  ]| Our Civil Wars have lost the civic crown.
071:39,013[A  ]| He highest builds, who$6#1$ with most art destroys,
071:39,014[A  ]| And against others' fame his own employs.
071:39,015[A  ]| I see the envious caterpillar sit
071:39,016[A  ]| On$4$ the fair blossom of each growing wit.
071:39,017[A  ]| The air is already tainted with the swarms
071:39,018[A  ]| Of insects which$6#1$ against you rise in$4$ arms:
071:39,019[A  ]| Word-peckers, paper-rats, book-scorpions,
071:39,020[A  ]| Of wit corrupted, the unfashioned sons.  <20>
071:39,021[A  ]| The barbed censurers begin to$9$ look
071:39,022[A  ]| Like$4$ the grim consistory on$4$ thy book;
071:39,023[A  ]| And on$4$ each line cast a reforming eye,
071:39,024[A  ]| Severer than the young presbytery.
071:39,025[A  ]| Till when in$4$ vain they have thee all perused,
071:39,026[A  ]| You shall, for$4$ being faultless, be accused.
071:39,027[A  ]| Some reading your Lucasta will$1$ allege
071:39,028[A  ]| You wronged in$4$ her the House's privilege.
071:39,029[A  ]| Some that$3$ you under sequestration are,
071:39,030[A  ]| Because you writ when going to$4$ the war,  <30>
071:39,031[A  ]| And one the book prohibits, because Kent
071:39,032[A  ]| Their first petition by$4$ the author sent.
071:39,033[A  ]| But when the beauteous ladies came to$9$ know
071:39,034[A  ]| That$3$ their dear Lovelace was endangered so$5#2$:
071:39,035[A  ]| Lovelace that$6#1$ thawed the most congealed breast ~~
071:39,036[A  ]| He who$6#1$ loved best and them defended best,
071:39,037[A  ]| Whose hand so$5#1$ rudely grasps the steely brand,
071:39,038[A  ]| Whose hand so$5#1$ gently melts the lady's hand ~~
071:39,039[A  ]| They all in$4$ mutiny though yet undressed
071:39,040[A  ]| Sallied, and would in$4$ his defence contest.  <40>
071:39,041[A  ]| And one, the loveliest that$6#1$ was yet ever seen,
071:39,042[A  ]| Thinking that$3$ I too of the rout had been,
071:39,043[A  ]| Mine eyes invaded with a female spite,
071:39,044[A  ]| (She knew what pain it would be to$9$ lose that$6#2$ sight.)
071:39,045@a   | O no$7$, mistake not, 
071:39,045['  ]| I replied, 
071:39,045@a   | for$3$ I
071:39,046@a   | In$4$ your defence, or in$4$ his cause, would die.
071:39,047@a   | But he, secure of glory and of time,
071:39,048@a   | Above their envy, or mine aid, doth climb.
071:39,049@a   | Him valiantest men and fairest nymphs approve;
071:39,050@a   | His book in$4$ them finds judgement, with you love.  <50>
071:39,000['  ]| <Notes on Text>
071:39,000['  ]| <This modernised text has been taken from the first>
071:39,000['  ]| <edition (1649) of Richard Lovelace's Lucasta which>
071:39,000['  ]| <includes a large number of commendatory poems.>
071:39,000['  ]| <The poem is ascribed to Marvell in this edition.>
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071:40,000['  ]| <Upon the Death of Lord Hastings>
071:40,001[A  ]| Go, intercept some fountain in$4$ the vein,
071:40,002[A  ]| Whose virgin-source yet never steeped the plain.
071:40,003[A  ]| Hastings is dead, and we must find a store
071:40,004[A  ]| Of tears untouched, and never wept before.
071:40,005[A  ]| Go, stand between the morning and the flowers;
071:40,006[A  ]| And, before they fall, arrest the early showers.
071:40,007[A  ]| Hastings is dead; and we, disconsolate,
071:40,008[A  ]| With early tears must mourn his early fate.
071:40,009[A  ]| Alas, his virtues did his death presage:
071:40,010[A  ]| Needs must he die, that$6#1$ doth out-run his age.  <10>
071:40,011[A  ]| The phlegmatic and slow prolongs his day,
071:40,012[A  ]| And on$4$ time's wheel sticks like$4$ a remora.
071:40,013[A  ]| What man is he, that$6#1$ hath not heaven beguiled,
071:40,014[A  ]| And is not thence mistaken for$4$ a child?
071:40,015[A  ]| While those of growth more sudden, and more bold,
071:40,016[A  ]| Are hurried hence, as if already old.
071:40,017[A  ]| For$3$, there above, they number not as here,
071:40,018[A  ]| But weigh to$4$ man the geometric year.
071:40,019[A  ]| Had he but at this measure still increased,
071:40,020[A  ]| And on$4$ the Tree of Life once made a feast,  <20>
071:40,021[A  ]| As that$6#2$ of knowledge; what loves had he given
071:40,022[A  ]| To$4$ earth, and then what jealousies to$4$ heaven!
071:40,023[A  ]| But it is a maxim of that$6#2$ state, that$3$ none,
071:40,024[A  ]| Lest he become like$4$ them, taste more than one.
071:40,025[A  ]| Therefore the democratic stars did rise,
071:40,026[A  ]| And all that$6#2$ worth from hence did ostracize.
071:40,027[A  ]| Yet as some prince, that$6#1$, for$4$ state-jealousy,
071:40,028[A  ]| Secures his nearest and most loved ally;
071:40,029[A  ]| His thought with richest triumphs entertains,
071:40,030[A  ]| And in$4$ the choicest pleasures charms his pains:  <30>
071:40,031[A  ]| So$3$ he, not banished hence, but there confined,
071:40,032[A  ]| There better recreates his active mind.
071:40,033[A  ]| Before the crystal palace where he dwells,
071:40,034[A  ]| The armed angels hold their carousels;
071:40,035[A  ]| And underneath, he views the tournaments
071:40,036[A  ]| Of all these sublunary elements.
071:40,037[A  ]| But most he doth the eternal book behold,
071:40,038[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the happy names do stand enrolled;
071:40,039[A  ]| And gladly there can all his kindred claim,
071:40,040[A  ]| But most rejoices at his mother's name.  <40>
071:40,041[A  ]| The gods themselves cannot their joy conceal,
071:40,042[A  ]| But draw their veils, and their pure beams reveal:
071:40,043[A  ]| Only the drooping Hymeneus note,
071:40,044[A  ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ sad purple, tears his saffron-coat;
071:40,045[A  ]| And trails his torches through the starry hall
071:40,046[A  ]| Reversed, at his darling's funeral.
071:40,047[A  ]| And Aesculapius, who$6#1$, ashamed and stern,
071:40,048[A  ]| Himself at once condemneth, and Mayern;
071:40,049[A  ]| Like$4$ some sad chemist, who$6#1$, prepared to$9$ reap
071:40,050[A  ]| The golden harvest, sees his glasses leap.  <50>
071:40,051[A  ]| For$3$, how immortal must their race have stood,
071:40,052[A  ]| Had Mayern once been mixed with Hastings blood!
071:40,053[A  ]| How sweet and verdant would these laurels be,
071:40,054[A  ]| Had they been planted on$4$ that$6#2$ balsam-tree!
071:40,055[A  ]| But what could he, good man, although he bruised
071:40,056[A  ]| All herbs, and them a thousand ways infused?
071:40,057[A  ]| All he had tried, but all in$4$ vain, he saw,
071:40,058[A  ]| And wept, as we, without redress or law.
071:40,059[A  ]| For$3$ man (alas) is but the heaven's sport;
071:40,060[A  ]| And art indeed is long, but life is short.  <60>
071:40,000['  ]| <Andrew Marvel.>
071:40,000['  ]| <Notes on Text>
071:40,000['  ]| <This poem first appeared in Lachrymae Musarum>
071:40,000['  ]| <(1649).  It is ascribed to Marvell.>