061:00,000[' ]| 062:18,000[' ]| 061:01,000[' ]| 061:01,001[A ]| For$4$ the few hours of life allotted me, 061:01,002[A ]| Give me (great God) but bread and liberty 061:01,003[A ]| I will$1$ beg no$2$ more; if more thou art pleased to$9$ give, 061:01,004[A ]| I will$1$ thankfully that$6#2$ overplus receive. 061:01,005[A ]| If beyond this no$2$ more be freely sent, 061:01,006[A ]| I will$1$ thank for$4$ this, and go away content. 061:02,000[' ]| 061:02,001[A ]| Well then, sir, you shall know how far extend 061:02,002[A ]| The prayers and hopes of your poetic friend; 061:02,003[A ]| He does not palaces nor manors crave, 061:02,004[A ]| Would be no$2$ lord, but less a lord would have. 061:02,005[A ]| The ground he holds, if he his own can call 061:02,006[A ]| He quarrels not with Heaven because it is small: 061:02,007[A ]| Let gay and toilsome greatness others please, 061:02,008[A ]| He loves of homely littleness the ease. 061:02,009[A ]| Can any man in$4$ gilded rooms attend, 061:02,010[A ]| And his dear hours in$4$ humble visits spend, 061:02,011[A ]| When in$4$ the fresh and beauteous fields he may 061:02,012[A ]| With various healthful pleasures fill the day? 061:02,013[A ]| If there be man (ye gods) I ought to$9$ hate, 061:02,014[A ]| Dependence and attendance be his fate. 061:02,015[A ]| Still let him busy be, and in$4$ a crowd, 061:02,016[A ]| And very much a slave, and very proud: 061:02,017[A ]| Thus he perhaps powerful and rich may grow; 061:02,018[A ]| No$2$ matter, O ye gods! that$6#2$ I will$1$ allow. 061:02,019[A ]| But let him peace and freedom never see; 061:02,020[A ]| Let him not love this life, who$6#1$ loves not me. 061:03,000[' ]| 061:03,001[A ]| Would you be free? It is your chief wish, you say, 061:03,002[A ]| Come on$5$; I will$1$ show thee, friend, the certain way, 061:03,003[A ]| If to$4$ no$2$ feasts abroad thou lovest to$9$ go, 061:03,004[A ]| Whilst bounteous God does bread at home bestow, 061:03,005[A ]| If thou the goodness of thy clothes dost prize 061:03,006[A ]| By$4$ thine own use, and not by$4$ others' eyes. 061:03,007[A ]| If only safe from weathers thou canst dwell, 061:03,008[A ]| In$4$ a small house, but a convenient shell, 061:03,009[A ]| If thou without a sigh, or golden wish, 061:03,010[A ]| Canst look upon$4$ thy beechen bowl, and dish; 061:03,011[A ]| If in$4$ thy mind such power and greatness be, 061:03,012[A ]| The Persian King is a slave compared with thee. 061:04,000[' ]| 061:04,001[A ]| That$3$ I do you with humble bows no$2$ more, 061:04,002[A ]| And danger of my naked head adore. 061:04,003[A ]| That$3$ I who$6#1$ lord and master cried erewhile, 061:04,004[A ]| Salute you in$4$ a new and different style, 061:04,005[A ]| By$4$ your own name, a scandal to$4$ you now, 061:04,006[A ]| Think not that$3$ I forget myself or you: 061:04,007[A ]| By$4$ loss of all things by$4$ all others sought 061:04,008[A ]| This freedom, and the freeman's hat, is bought. 061:04,009[A ]| A lord and master no$2$ man wants but he 061:04,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ over himself has no$2$ authority, 061:04,011[A ]| Who$6#1$ does for$4$ honours and for$4$ riches strive, 061:04,012[A ]| And follies, without which$6#1$ lords can not live. 061:04,013[A ]| If thou from fortune dost no$2$ servant crave, 061:04,014[A ]| Believe it, thou no$2$ master needest to$9$ have. 061:05,000[' ]| 061:05,001[A ]| Freedom with virtue takes her seat; 061:05,002[A ]| Her proper place, her only scene, 061:05,003[A ]| Is in$4$ the golden mean, 061:05,004[A ]| She lives not with the poor, nor with the great. 061:05,005[A ]| The wings of those necessity has clipt, 061:05,006[A ]| And they are in$4$ Fortune's Bridewell whipt 061:05,007[A ]| To$4$ the laborious task of bread; 061:05,008[A ]| These are by$4$ various tyrants captive led. 061:05,009[A ]| Now wild ambition with imperious force 061:05,010[A ]| Rides, reins, and spurs them like$4$ the unruly horse. 061:05,011[A ]| And servile avarice yokes them now 061:05,012[A ]| Like$4$ toilsome oxen to$4$ the plough. 061:05,013[A ]| And sometimes lust, like$4$ the misguiding light, 061:05,014[A ]| Draws them through all the labyrinths of night. 061:05,015[A ]| If any few among the great there be 061:05,016[A ]| From these insulting passions free, 061:05,017[A ]| Yet we even those too fettered see 061:05,018[A ]| By$4$ custom, business, crowds, and formal decency. 061:05,019[A ]| And wheresoever they stay, and wheresoever they go, 061:05,020[A ]| Impertinencies round them flow: 061:05,021[A ]| These are the small uneasy things 061:05,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ about greatness still are found, 061:05,023[A ]| And rather it molest than wound: 061:05,024[A ]| Like$4$ gnats which$6#1$ too much heat of summer brings; 061:05,025[A ]| But cares do swarm there too, and those have stings: 061:05,026[A ]| As when the honey does too open lie, 061:05,027[A ]| A thousand wasps about it fly: 061:05,028[A ]| Nor will$1$ the master even to$9$ share admit; 061:05,029[A ]| The master stands aloof, and dares not taste of it. 061:05,030[A ]| It is morning; well; I fain would yet sleep on$5$; 061:05,031[A ]| You can not now; you must be gone 061:05,032[A ]| To$4$ court, or to$4$ the noisy hall: 061:05,033[A ]| Besides, the rooms without are crowded all; 061:05,034[A ]| The stream of business does begin, 061:05,035[A ]| And a spring-tide of clients is come in$5$. 061:05,036[A ]| Ah cruel guards, which$6#1$ this poor prisoner keep! 061:05,037[A ]| Will$1$ they not suffer him to$9$ sleep? 061:05,038[A ]| Make an escape; out at the postern flee, 061:05,039[A ]| And get some blessed hours of liberty, 061:05,040[A ]| With a few friends, and a few dishes dine, 061:05,041[A ]| And much of mirth and moderate wine. 061:05,042[A ]| To$4$ thy bent mind some relaxation give, 061:05,043[A ]| And steal one day out of thy life to$9$ live. 061:05,044@b | Oh happy man 061:05,044[A ]| (he cries) 061:05,044@b | to$4$ whom kind heaven 061:05,045@b | Has such a freedom always given! 061:05,046[A ]| Why, mighty madman, what should hinder thee 061:05,047[A ]| From being every day as free? 061:05,048[A ]| In$4$ all the freeborn nations of the air, 061:05,049[A ]| Never did bird a spirit so$5#1$ mean and sordid bear, 061:05,050[A ]| As to$9$ exchange his native liberty 061:05,051[A ]| Of soaring boldly up$5$ into the sky, 061:05,052[A ]| His liberty to$9$ sing, to$9$ perch, or fly, 061:05,053[A ]| When, and wherever he thought good, 061:05,054[A ]| And all his innocent pleasures of the wood, 061:05,055[A ]| For$4$ a more plentiful or constant food. 061:05,056[A ]| Nor ever did ambitious rage 061:05,057[A ]| Make him into a painted cage 061:05,058[A ]| Or the false forest of a well-hung room 061:05,059[A ]| For$4$ honour and preferment come. 061:05,060[A ]| Now, blessings on$4$ ye all, ye heroic race, 061:05,061[A ]| Who$6#1$ keep their primitive powers and rights so$5#1$ well 061:05,062[A ]| Though men and angels fell. 061:05,063[A ]| Of all material lives the highest place 061:05,064[A ]| To$4$ you is justly given; 061:05,065[A ]| And ways and walks the nearest heaven. 061:05,066[A ]| Whilst wretched we, yet vain and proud, think fit 061:05,067[A ]| To$9$ boast, that$3$ we look up$5$ to$4$ it. 061:05,068[A ]| Even to$4$ the universal tyrant Love, 061:05,069[A ]| You homage pay but once a year: 061:05,070[A ]| None so$5#1$ degenerous and unbirdly prove, 061:05,071[A ]| As his perpetual yoke to$9$ bear. 061:05,072[A ]| None but a few unhappy household fowl, 061:05,073[A ]| Whom human lordship does control; 061:05,074[A ]| Who$6#1$ from their birth corrupted were 061:05,075[A ]| By$4$ bondage, and by$4$ man's example here. 061:05,076[A ]| He is no$2$ small prince who$6#1$ every day 061:05,077[A ]| Thus to$4$ himself can say, 061:05,078@b | Now will$1$ I sleep, now eat, now sit, now walk, 061:05,079@b | Now meditate alone, now with acquaintance talk. 061:05,080@b | This I will$1$ do, here I will$1$ stay, 061:05,081@b | Or if my fancy call me away, 061:05,082@b | My man and I will$1$ presently go ride; 061:05,083@b | (For$3$ we before have nothing to$9$ provide, 061:05,084@b | Nor after are to$9$ render an account) 061:05,085@b | To$4$ Dover, Berwick, or the Cornish Mount. 061:05,086[A ]| If thou but a short journey take, 061:05,087[A ]| As if thy last thou wert to$9$ make, 061:05,088[A ]| Business must be dispatched before thou canst part, 061:05,089[A ]| Nor canst thou stir unless there be 061:05,090[A ]| A hundred horse and men to$9$ wait on$4$ thee, 061:05,091[A ]| And many a mule, and many a cart; 061:05,092[A ]| What an unwieldy man thou art? 061:05,093[A ]| The Rhodian Colossus so$5#2$ 061:05,094[A ]| A journey too might go. 061:05,095[A ]| Where honour or where conscience does not bind 061:05,096[A ]| No$2$ other law shall shackle me, 061:05,097[A ]| Slave to$4$ myself I will$1$ not be, 061:05,098[A ]| Nor shall my future actions be confined 061:05,099[A ]| By$4$ my own present mind. 061:05,100[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ resolves and vows engaged does stand 061:05,101[A ]| For$4$ days that$6#1$ yet belong to$4$ fate, 061:05,102[A ]| Does like$4$ an unthrift mortgage his estate 061:05,103[A ]| Before it falls into his hand; 061:05,104[A ]| The bondman of the cloister so$5#2$ 061:05,105[A ]| All that$6#1$ he does receive does always owe. 061:05,106[A ]| And still as time comes in$5$, it goes away 061:05,107[A ]| Not to$9$ enjoy, but debts to$9$ pay. 061:05,108[A ]| Unhappy slave, and pupil to$4$ a bell! 061:05,109[A ]| Which$6#1$ his hour's work as well as hours does tell! 061:05,110[A ]| Unhappy till the last, the kind releasing knell. 061:05,111[A ]| If life should a well-ordered poem be 061:05,112[A ]| (In$4$ which$6#1$ he only hits the white 061:05,113[A ]| Who$6#1$ joins true profit with the best delight) 061:05,114[A ]| The more heroic strain let others take, 061:05,115[A ]| Mine the Pindaric way I will$1$ make. 061:05,116[A ]| The matter shall be grave, the numbers loose and free. 061:05,117[A ]| It shall not keep one settled pace of time, 061:05,118[A ]| In$4$ the same tune it shall not always chime, 061:05,119[A ]| Nor shall each day just to$4$ his neighbour rhyme, 061:05,120[A ]| A thousand liberties it shall dispense, 061:05,121[A ]| And yet shall manage all without offence 061:05,122[A ]| Or to$4$ the sweetness of the sound, or greatness of the sense, 061:05,123[A ]| Nor shall it never from one subject start, 061:05,124[A ]| Nor seek transitions to$9$ depart, 061:05,125[A ]| Nor its set way over stiles and bridges make, 061:05,126[A ]| Nor through lanes a compass take 061:05,127[A ]| As if it feared some trespass to$9$ commit, 061:05,128[A ]| When the wide air is a road for$4$ it. 061:05,129[A ]| So$3$ the imperial eagle does not stay 061:05,130[A ]| Till the whole carcase he devour 061:05,131[A ]| That$6#1$ is fallen into its power. 061:05,132[A ]| As if his generous hunger understood 061:05,133[A ]| That$3$ he can never want plenty of food, 061:05,134[A ]| He only sucks the tasteful blood. 061:05,135[A ]| And to$4$ fresh game flies cheerfully away; 061:05,136[A ]| To$4$ kites and meaner birds he leaves the mangled prey. 061:06,000[' ]| 061:06,001[A ]| Hail, old patrician trees, so$5#1$ great and good! 061:06,002[A ]| Hail ye plebeian underwood! 061:06,003[A ]| Where the poetic birds rejoice, 061:06,004[A ]| And for$4$ their quiet nests and plenteous food, 061:06,005[A ]| Pay with their grateful voice. 061:06,006[A ]| Hail, the poor Muses' richest manor seat! 061:06,007[A ]| Ye country houses and retreat, 061:06,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the happy gods so$5#1$ love, 061:06,009[A ]| That$3$ for$4$ you oft they quit their bright and great 061:06,010[A ]| Metropolis above. 061:06,011[A ]| Here Nature does a house for$4$ me erect, 061:06,012[A ]| Nature the wisest architect, 061:06,013[A ]| Who$6#1$ those fond artists does despise 061:06,014[A ]| That$6#1$ can the fair and living trees neglect; 061:06,015[A ]| Yet the dead timber prize. 061:06,016[A ]| Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, 061:06,017[A ]| Hear the soft winds above me flying, 061:06,018[A ]| With all their wanton boughs dispute, 061:06,019[A ]| And the more tuneful birds to$4$ both replying 061:06,020[A ]| Nor be myself too mute. 061:06,021[A ]| A silver stream shall roll his waters near, 061:06,022[A ]| Gilt with the sunbeams here and there 061:06,023[A ]| On$4$ whose enamelled bank I will$1$ walk, 061:06,024[A ]| And see how prettily they smile, and hear 061:06,025[A ]| How prettily they talk. 061:06,026[A ]| Ah wretched, and too solitary he 061:06,027[A ]| Who$6#1$ loves not his own company! 061:06,028[A ]| He will$1$ feel the weight of it many a day 061:06,029[A ]| Unless he call in$5$ sin or vanity 061:06,030[A ]| To$9$ help to$9$ bear it away. 061:06,031[A ]| Oh solitude, first state of human-kind! 061:06,032[A ]| Which$6#1$ blest remained till man did find 061:06,033[A ]| Even his own helper's company. 061:06,034[A ]| As soon as two (alas!) together joined, 061:06,035[A ]| The serpent made up$5$ three. 061:06,036[A ]| Though God himself, through countless ages thee 061:06,037[A ]| His sole companion chose to$9$ be, 061:06,038[A ]| Thee, sacred solitude alone, 061:06,039[A ]| Before the branchy head of number's tree 061:06,040[A ]| Sprang from the trunk of one. 061:06,041[A ]| Thou (though men think thine an unactive part) 061:06,042[A ]| Dost break and tame the unruly heart, 061:06,043[A ]| Which$6#1$ else would know no$2$ settled pace, 061:06,044[A ]| Making it move, well managed by$4$ thy art, 061:06,045[A ]| With swiftness and with grace. 061:06,046[A ]| Thou the faint beams of Reason's scattered light, 061:06,047[A ]| Dost like$4$ a burning-glass unite, 061:06,048[A ]| Dost multiply the feeble heat, 061:06,049[A ]| And fortify the strength, till thou dost bright 061:06,050[A ]| And noble fires beget. 061:06,051[A ]| Whilst this hard truth I teach, methinks, I see 061:06,052[A ]| The monster London laugh at me, 061:06,053[A ]| I should at thee too, foolish city, 061:06,054[A ]| If it were fit to$9$ laugh at misery, 061:06,055[A ]| But thy estate I pity. 061:06,056[A ]| Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, 061:06,057[A ]| And all the fools that$6#1$ crowd thee so$5#2$, 061:06,058[A ]| Even thou who$6#1$ dost thy millions boast, 061:06,059[A ]| A village less than Islington wilt grow, 061:06,060[A ]| A solitude almost. 061:07,000[' ]| 061:07,001[A ]| Upon$4$ the slippery tops of human state, 061:07,002[A ]| The gilded pinnac1es of fate, 061:07,003[A ]| Let others proudly stand, and for$4$ a while 061:07,004[A ]| The giddy danger to$9$ beguile, 061:07,005[A ]| With joy, and with disdain look down on$4$ all, 061:07,006[A ]| Till their heads turn, and down they fall. 061:07,007[A ]| Me, O ye gods, on$4$ earth, or else so$5#1$ near 061:07,008[A ]| That$3$ I no$2$ fall to$4$ earth may fear, 061:07,009[A ]| And, O ye gods, at a good distance seat 061:07,010[A ]| From the long ruins of the great. 061:07,011[A ]| Here wrapped in$4$ the arms of quiet let me lie; 061:07,012[A ]| Quiet, companion of obscurity. 061:07,013[A ]| Here let my life, with as much silence slide, 061:07,014[A ]| As Time that$6#1$ measures it does glide. 061:07,015[A ]| Nor let the breath of infamy or fame, 061:07,016[A ]| From town to$4$ town echo about my name. 061:07,017[A ]| Nor let my homely death embroidered be 061:07,018[A ]| With scutcheon or with elegy. 061:07,019[A ]| An old plebeian let me die, 061:07,020[A ]| Alas, all then are such as well as I. 061:07,021[A ]| To$4$ him, alas, to$4$ him, I fear, 061:07,022[A ]| The face of death will$1$ terrible appear, 061:07,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his life flattering his senseless pride 061:07,024[A ]| By$4$ being known to$4$ all the world beside, 061:07,025[A ]| Does not himself, when he is dying, know; 061:07,026[A ]| Nor what he is, nor whither he is to$9$ go. 061:08,000[' ]| 061:08,001[A ]| Oh happy (if his happiness he knows) 061:08,002[A ]| The country swain, on$4$ whom kind heaven bestows 061:08,003[A ]| At home all riches that$6#1$ wise Nature needs; 061:08,004[A ]| Whom the just earth with easy plenty feeds. 061:08,005[A ]| It is true, no$2$ morning tide of clients comes, 061:08,006[A ]| And fills the painted channels of his rooms, 061:08,007[A ]| Adoring the rich figures, as they pass, 061:08,008[A ]| In$4$ tapestry wrought, or cut in$4$ living brass; 061:08,009[A ]| Nor in$4$ his wool superfluously dyed 061:08,010[A ]| With the dear poison of Assyrian pride: 061:08,011[A ]| Nor do Arabian perfumes vainly spoil 061:08,012[A ]| The native use, and sweetness of his oil. 061:08,013[A ]| Instead of these, his calm and harmless life 061:08,014[A ]| Free from the alarms of fear, and storms of strife, 061:08,015[A ]| Does with substantial blessedness abound, 061:08,016[A ]| And the soft wings of peace cover him round: 061:08,017[A ]| Through artless grots the murmuring waters glide; 061:08,018[A ]| Thick trees both against heat and cold provide, 061:08,019[A ]| From whence the birds salute him, and his ground 061:08,020[A ]| With lowing herds, and bleating sheep does sound; 061:08,021[A ]| And all the rivers, and the forests nigh, 061:08,022[A ]| Both food and game, and exercise supply. 061:08,023[A ]| Here a well-hardened active youth we see, 061:08,024[A ]| Taught the great art of cheerful poverty. 061:08,025[A ]| Here, in$4$ this place alone, there still do shine 061:08,026[A ]| Some streaks of love, both human and divine; 061:08,027[A ]| From hence Astraea took her flight, and here 061:08,028[A ]| Still her last footsteps upon$4$ earth appear. 061:08,029[A ]| It is true, the first desire which$6#1$ does control 061:08,030[A ]| All the inferior wheels that$6#1$ move my soul, 061:08,031[A ]| Is, that$3$ the Muse me her high priest would make; 061:08,032[A ]| Into her holiest scenes of mystery take, 061:08,033[A ]| And open there to$4$ my mind's purged eye 061:08,034[A ]| Those wonders which$6#1$ to$4$ sense the gods deny; 061:08,035[A ]| How in$4$ the moon such change of shapes is found: 061:08,036[A ]| The moon, the changing world's eternal bound. 061:08,037[A ]| What shakes the solid earth, what strong disease 061:08,038[A ]| Dares trouble the firm centre's ancient ease; 061:08,039[A ]| What makes the sea retreat, and what advance: 061:08,040[A ]| Varieties too regular for$4$ chance. 061:08,041[A ]| What drives the chariot on$5$ of winter's light, 061:08,042[A ]| And stops the lazy waggon of the night. 061:08,043[A ]| But if my dull and frozen blood deny, 061:08,044[A ]| To$9$ send forth spirits that$6#1$ raise a soul so$5#1$ high; 061:08,045[A ]| In$4$ the next place, let woods and rivers be 061:08,046[A ]| My quiet, though unglorious, destiny. 061:08,047[A ]| In$4$ life's cool vale let my low scene be laid; 061:08,048[A ]| Cover me, gods, with Tempe's thickest shade. 061:08,049[A ]| Happy the man, I grant, thrice happy be 061:08,050[A ]| Who$6#1$ can through gross effects their causes see 061:08,051[A ]| Whose courage from the deeps of knowledge springs, 061:08,052[A ]| Nor vainly fears inevitable things; 061:08,053[A ]| But does his walk of virtue calmly go, 061:08,054[A ]| Through all the alarms of death and hell below. 061:08,055[A ]| Happy! but next such conquerors, happy they, 061:08,056[A ]| Whose humble life lies not in$4$ fortune's way. 061:08,057[A ]| They unconcerned from their safe distant seat, 061:08,058[A ]| Behold the rods and sceptres of the great. 061:08,059[A ]| The quarrels of the mighty without fear, 061:08,060[A ]| And the descent of foreign troops they hear. 061:08,061[A ]| Nor can even Rome their steady course misguide, 061:08,062[A ]| With all the lustre of her perishing pride. 061:08,063[A ]| Them never yet did strife or avarice draw, 061:08,064[A ]| Into the noisy markets of the law, 061:08,065[A ]| The camps of gowned war, nor do they live 061:08,066[A ]| By$4$ rules or forms that$6#1$ many mad men give. 061:08,067[A ]| Duty for$4$ Nature's bounty they repay, 061:08,068[A ]| And her sole laws religiously obey. 061:08,069[A ]| Some with bold labour plough the faithless main, 061:08,070[A ]| Some rougher storms in$4$ princes' courts sustain. 061:08,071[A ]| Some swell up$5$ their slight sails with popular fame, 061:08,072[A ]| Charmed with the foolish whistlings of a name. 061:08,073[A ]| Some their vain wealth to$4$ earth again commit; 061:08,074[A ]| With endless cares some brooding over it sit. 061:08,075[A ]| Country and friends are by$4$ some wretches sold, 061:08,076[A ]| To$9$ lie on$4$ Tyrian beds and drink in$4$ gold; 061:08,077[A ]| No$2$ price too high for$4$ profit can be shown; 061:08,078[A ]| Not brother's blood, nor hazards of their own. 061:08,079[A ]| Around the world in$4$ search of it they roam, 061:08,080[A ]| It makes even their Antipodes their home; 061:08,081[A ]| Meanwhile, the prudent husbandman is found 061:08,082[A ]| In$4$ mutual duties striving with his ground, 061:08,083[A ]| And half the year he care of that$6#2$ does take, 061:08,084[A ]| That$6#1$ half the year grateful returns does make. 061:08,085[A ]| Each fertile month does some new gifts present, 061:08,086[A ]| And with new work his industry content. 061:08,087[A ]| This, the young lamb, that$6#1$ the soft fleece doth yield, 061:08,088[A ]| This, loads with hay, and that$6#2$, with corn the field: 061:08,089[A ]| All sorts of fruit crown the rich Autumn's pride: 061:08,090[A ]| And on$4$ a swelling hill's warm stony side 061:08,091[A ]| The powerful princely purple of the vine, 061:08,092[A ]| Twice dyed with the redoubled sun, does shine. 061:08,093[A ]| In$4$ the evening to$4$ a fair ensuing day 061:08,094[A ]| With joy he sees his flocks and kids to$9$ play; 061:08,095[A ]| And loaded kine about his cottage stand, 061:08,096[A ]| Inviting with known sound the milker's hand; 061:08,097[A ]| And when from wholesome labour he doth come 061:08,098[A ]| With wishes to$9$ be there, and wished-for home, 061:08,099[A ]| He meets at door the softest human blisses, 061:08,100[A ]| His chaste wife's welcome, and dear children's kisses. 061:08,101[A ]| When any rural holy days invite 061:08,102[A ]| His genius forth to$4$ innocent delight, 061:08,103[A ]| On$4$ earth's fair bed beneath some sacred shade, 061:08,104[A ]| Amidst his equal friends carelessly laid, 061:08,105[A ]| He sings thee, Bacchus, patron of the vine, 061:08,106[A ]| The beechen bowl foams with a flood of wine, 061:08,107[A ]| Not to$4$ the loss of reason or of strength: 061:08,108[A ]| To$4$ active games and manly sport at length, 061:08,109[A ]| Their mirth ascends, and with filled veins they see, 061:08,110[A ]| Who$6#1$ can the best at better trials be. 061:08,111[A ]| Such was the life the prudent Sabines chose, 061:08,112[A ]| From such the old Etrurian virtue rose. 061:08,113[A ]| Such Remus, and the god his brother, led, 061:08,114[A ]| From such firm footing Rome grew the world's head. 061:08,115[A ]| Such was the life that$3$ even till now does raise 061:08,116[A ]| The honour of poor Saturn's golden days: 061:08,117[A ]| Before men born of earth and buried there, 061:08,118[A ]| Let in$5$ the sea their mortal fate to$9$ share. 061:08,119[A ]| Before new ways of perishing were sought, 061:08,120[A ]| Before unskilful death on$4$ anvils wrought. 061:08,121[A ]| Before those beasts which$6#1$ human life sustain, 061:08,122[A ]| By$4$ men, unless to$4$ the gods' use, were slain. 061:09,000[' ]| 061:09,001[A ]| Happy the man whom bounteous gods allow 061:09,002[A ]| With his own hands paternal grounds to$9$ plough! 061:09,003[A ]| Like$4$ the first golden mortals happy he 061:09,004[A ]| From business and the cares of money free! 061:09,005[A ]| No$2$ human storms break off at land his sleep, 061:09,006[A ]| No$2$ loud alarms of nature on$4$ the deep. 061:09,007[A ]| From all the cheats of law he lives secure, 061:09,008[A ]| Nor does the affronts of palaces endure; 061:09,009[A ]| Sometimes the beauteous marriageable vine 061:09,010[A ]| He to$4$ the lusty bridegroom elm does joins; 061:09,011[A ]| Sometimes he lops the barren trees around, 061:09,012[A ]| And grafts new life into the fruitful wound; 061:09,013[A ]| Sometimes he shears his flock, and sometimes he 061:09,014[A ]| Stores up$5$ the golden treasures of the bee. 061:09,015[A ]| He sees his lowing herds walk over the plain, 061:09,016[A ]| Whilst neighbouring hills low back to$4$ them again: 061:09,017[A ]| And when the season rich as well as gay, 061:09,018[A ]| All her autumnal bounty does display, 061:09,019[A ]| How is he pleased the increasing use to$9$ see 061:09,020[A ]| Of his well trusted labours bend the tree? 061:09,021[A ]| Of which$6#1$ large shares, on$4$ the glad sacred days 061:09,022[A ]| He gives to$4$ friends, and to$4$ the gods repays. 061:09,023[A ]| With how much joy does he beneath some shade 061:09,024[A ]| By$4$ aged trees' reverend embraces made, 061:09,025[A ]| His careless head on$4$ the fresh green recline, 061:09,026[A ]| His head uncharged with fear or with design. 061:09,027[A ]| By$4$ him a river constantly complains, 061:09,028[A ]| The birds above rejoice with various strains 061:09,029[A ]| And in$4$ the solemn scene their orgies keep 061:09,030[A ]| Like$4$ dreams mixed with the gravity of sleep; 061:09,031[A ]| Sleep which$6#1$ does always there for$4$ entrance wait 061:09,032[A ]| And nought within against it shuts the gate. 061:09,033[A ]| Nor does the roughest season of the sky 061:09,034[A ]| Or sullen Jove all sports to$4$ him deny, 061:09,035[A ]| He runs the mazes of the nimble hare, 061:09,036[A ]| His well-mouthed dogs' glad concert rends the air, 061:09,037[A ]| Or with game bolder, and rewarded more, 061:09,038[A ]| He drives into a toil, the foaming boar; 061:09,039[A ]| Here flies the hawk to$9$ assault, and there the net 061:09,040[A ]| To$9$ intercept the travelling fowl is set. 061:09,041[A ]| And all his malice, all his craft is shown 061:09,042[A ]| In$4$ innocent wars, on$4$ beasts and birds alone. 061:09,043[A ]| This is the life from all misfortunes free, 061:09,044[A ]| From thee the great one, tyrant love, from thee; 061:09,045[A ]| And if a chaste and clean, though homely wife 061:09,046[A ]| Be added to$4$ the blessings of this life, 061:09,047[A ]| Such as the ancient sun-burnt Sabines were, 061:09,048[A ]| Such as Apulia, frugal still, does bear, 061:09,049[A ]| Who$6#1$ makes her children and the house her care, 061:09,050[A ]| And joyfully the work of life does share, 061:09,051[A ]| Nor thinks herself too noble or too fine 061:09,052[A ]| To$9$ pin the sheepfold or to$9$ milk the kine, 061:09,053[A ]| Who$6#1$ waits at door against her husband come 061:09,054[A ]| From rural duties, late, and wearied home, 061:09,055[A ]| Where she receives him with a kind embrace, 061:09,056[A ]| A cheerful fire, and a more cheerful face: 061:09,057[A ]| And fills the bowl up$5$ to$4$ her homely lord, 061:09,058[A ]| And with domestic plenty loads the board. 061:09,059[A ]| Not all the lustful shell-fish of the sea, 061:09,060[A ]| Dressed by$4$ the wanton hand of luxury, 061:09,061[A ]| Nor ortolans nor godwits nor the rest 061:09,062[A ]| Of costly names that$6#1$ glorify a feast, 061:09,063[A ]| Are at the princely tables better cheer, 061:09,064[A ]| Than lamb and kid, lettuce and olives here. 061:10,000[' ]| 061:10,001[A ]| At the large foot of a fair hollow tree, 061:10,002[A ]| Close to$4$ ploughed ground, seated commodiously, 061:10,003[A ]| His ancient and hereditary house, 061:10,004[A ]| There dwelt a good substantial country-mouse: 061:10,005[A ]| Frugal, and grave, and careful of the main, 061:10,006[A ]| Yet, one, who$6#1$ once did nobly entertain 061:10,007[A ]| A city mouse well coated, sleek, and gay, 061:10,008[A ]| A mouse of high degree, which$6#1$ lost his way, 061:10,009[A ]| Wantonly walking forth to$9$ take the air, 061:10,010[A ]| And arrived early, and belighted there, 061:10,011[A ]| For$4$ a day's lodging: the good hearty host 061:10,012[A ]| (The ancient plenty of his hall to$9$ boast) 061:10,013[A ]| Did all the stores produce, that$6#1$ might excite 061:10,014[A ]| With various tastes, the courtier's appetite. 061:10,015[A ]| Fitches and beans, peason, and oats, and wheat, 061:10,016[A ]| And a large chestnut, the delicious meat 061:10,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ Jove himself, were he a mouse, would eat. 061:10,018[A ]| And for$4$ haut*goust there was mixed with these 061:10,019[A ]| The swerd of bacon, and the coat of cheese. 061:10,020[A ]| The precious relics, which$6#1$ at harvest, he 061:10,021[A ]| Had gathered from the reapers' luxury. 061:10,022@c | Freely 061:10,022[A ]| (said he) 061:10,022@c | fall on$5$ and never spare, 061:10,023@c | The bounteous gods will$1$ for$4$ to-morrow care. 061:10,024[A ]| And thus at ease on$4$ beds of straw they lay 061:10,025[A ]| And to$4$ their Genius sacrificed the day. 061:10,026[A ]| Yet the nice guest's Epicurean mind 061:10,027[A ]| (Though breeding made him civil seem and kind) 061:10,028[A ]| Despised this country feast, and still his thought 061:10,029[A ]| Upon$4$ the cakes and pies of London wrought. 061:10,030@b | Your bounty and civility 061:10,030[A ]| (said he) 061:10,031@b | Which$6#1$ I am surprised in$4$ these rude parts to$9$ see, 061:10,032@b | Shows that$3$ the gods have given you a mind 061:10,033@b | Too noble for$4$ the fate which$6#1$ here you find. 061:10,034@b | Why should a soul, so$5#1$ virtuous and so$5#1$ great, 061:10,035@b | Lose itself thus in$4$ an obscure retreat? 061:10,036@b | Let savage beasts lodge in$4$ a country den, 061:10,037@b | You should see towns, and manners know, and men: 061:10,038@b | And taste the generous luxury of the court, 061:10,039@b | Where all the mice of quality resort; 061:10,040@b | Where thousand beauteous she's about you move, 061:10,041@b | And by$4$ high fare, are pliant made to$4$ love. 061:10,042@b | We all before long must render up$5$ our breath, 061:10,043@b | No$2$ cave or hole can shelter us from death. 061:10,044@b | Since life is so$5#1$ uncertain, and so$5#1$ short, 061:10,045@b | Let us spend it all in$4$ feasting and in$4$ sport. 061:10,046@b | Come, worthy sir, come with me, and partake, 061:10,047@b | All the great things that$6#1$ mortals happy make. 061:10,048[A ]| Alas, what virtue hath sufficient arms, 061:10,049[A ]| To$9$ oppose bright honour, and soft pleasure's charms? 061:10,050[A ]| What wisdom can their magic force repel? 061:10,051[A ]| It draws this reverend hermit from his cell. 061:10,052[A ]| It was the time, when witty poets tell, 061:10,053[A ]| That$3$ Phoebus into Thetis' bosom fell: 061:10,054[A ]| She blushed at first, and then put out the light, 061:10,055[A ]| And drew the modest curtains of the night. 061:10,056[A ]| Plainly, the troth to$9$ tell, the sun was set, 061:10,057[A ]| When to$4$ the town our wearied travellers get, 061:10,058[A ]| To$4$ a lord's house, as lordly as can be 061:10,059[A ]| Made for$4$ the use of pride and luxury, 061:10,060[A ]| They come; the gentle courtier at the door 061:10,061[A ]| Stops and will$1$ hardly enter in$5$ before. 061:10,062@c | But it is, sir, your command, and being so$5#2$, 061:10,063@c | I am sworn to$4$ obedience, 061:10,063[A ]| and so$3$ in$5$ they go. 061:10,064[A ]| Behind a hanging in$4$ a spacious room, 061:10,065[A ]| (The richest work of Mortlake's noble loom!) 061:10,066[A ]| They wait awhile their wearied limbs to$9$ rest, 061:10,067[A ]| Till silence should invite them to$4$ their feast. 061:10,068[A ]| About the hour that$3$ Cynthia's silver light, 061:10,069[A ]| Had touched the pale meridies of the night; 061:10,070[A ]| At last the various supper being done, 061:10,071[A ]| It happened that$3$ the company was gone, 061:10,072[A ]| Into a room remote, servants and all, 061:10,073[A ]| To$9$ please their nobles fancies with a ball. 061:10,074[A ]| Our host leads forth his stranger, and does find, 061:10,075[A ]| All fitted to$4$ the bounties of his mind. 061:10,076[A ]| Still on$4$ the table half filled dishes stood, 061:10,077[A ]| And with delicious bits the floor was strowed. 061:10,078[A ]| The courteous mouse presents him with the best, 061:10,079[A ]| And both with fat varieties are blest. 061:10,080[A ]| The industrious peasant everywhere does range, 061:10,081[A ]| And thanks the gods for$4$ his life's happy change. 061:10,082[A ]| Lo, in$4$ the midst of a well freighted pie, 061:10,083[A ]| They both at last glutted and wanton lie. 061:10,084[A ]| When see the sad reverse of prosperous fate, 061:10,085[A ]| And what fierce storms on$4$ mortal glories wait. 061:10,086[A ]| With hideous noise, down the rude servants come, 061:10,087[A ]| Six dogs before run barking into the room; 061:10,088[A ]| The wretched gluttons fly with wild affright, 061:10,089[A ]| And hate the fulness which$6#1$ retards their flight. 061:10,090[A ]| Our trembling peasant wishes now in$4$ vain, 061:10,091[A ]| That$3$ rocks and mountains covered him again. 061:10,092[A ]| Oh how the change of his poor life he curst! 061:10,093@c | This, of all lives 061:10,093[A ]| (said he) 061:10,093@c | is sure the worst. 061:10,094@c | Give me again, ye gods, my cave and wood; 061:10,095@c | With peace, let tares and acorns be my food. 061:11,000[' ]| 061:11,001[A ]| Health, from the lover of the country me, 061:11,002[A ]| Health, to$4$ the lover of the city thee, 061:11,003[A ]| A difference in$4$ our souls, this only proves, 061:11,004[A ]| In$4$ all things else, we agree like$4$ married doves. 061:11,005[A ]| But the warm nest, and crowded dove-house thou 061:11,006[A ]| Dost like$1$; I loosely fly from bough to$4$ bough, 061:11,007[A ]| And rivers drink, and all the shining day, 061:11,008[A ]| Upon$4$ fair trees, or mossy rocks I play; 061:11,009[A ]| In$4$ fine, I live and reign when I retire 061:11,010[A ]| From all that$6#1$ you equal with Heaven admire. 061:11,011[A ]| Like$4$ one at last from the priest's service fled, 061:11,012[A ]| Loathing the honeyed cakes, I long for$4$ bread. 061:11,013[A ]| Would I a house for$4$ happiness erect, 061:11,014[A ]| Nature alone should be the architect. 061:11,015[A ]| She would build it more convenient, than great, 061:11,016[A ]| And doubtless in$4$ the country choose her seat. 061:11,017[A ]| Is there a place doth better helps supply 061:11,018[A ]| Against the wounds of winter's cruelty? 061:11,019[A ]| Is there an air that$6#1$ gentlier does assuage 061:11,020[A ]| The mad celestial dog's, or lion's rage? 061:11,021[A ]| Is it not there that$3$ sleep (and only there) 061:11,022[A ]| Nor noise without, nor cares within does fear? 061:11,023[A ]| Does art through pipes a purer water bring, 061:11,024[A ]| Than that$6#2$ which$6#1$ Nature strains into a spring? 061:11,025[A ]| Can all your tapestries, or your pictures show 061:11,026[A ]| More beauties than in$4$ herbs and flowers do grow? 061:11,027[A ]| Fountains and trees our wearied pride do please, 061:11,028[A ]| Even in$4$ the midst of gilded palaces. 061:11,029[A ]| And in$4$ your towns that$6#2$ prospect gives delight, 061:11,030[A ]| Which$6#1$ opens round the country to$4$ our sight. 061:11,031[A ]| Men to$4$ the good, from which$6#1$ they rashly fly, 061:11,032[A ]| Return at last, and their wild luxury 061:11,033[A ]| Does but in$4$ vain with those true joys contend, 061:11,034[A ]| Which$6#1$ Nature did to$4$ mankind recommend. 061:11,035[A ]| The man who$6#1$ changes gold for$4$ burnished brass 061:11,036[A ]| Or small right gems, for$4$ larger ones of glass: 061:11,037[A ]| Is not, at length, more certain to$9$ be made 061:11,038[A ]| Ridiculous, and wretched by$4$ the trade, 061:11,039[A ]| Than he, who$6#1$ sells a solid good, to$9$ buy 061:11,040[A ]| The painted goods of pride and vanity. 061:11,041[A ]| If thou be wise, no$2$ glorious fortune choose, 061:11,042[A ]| Which$6#1$ it is but pain to$9$ keep, yet grief to$9$ lose. 061:11,043[A ]| For$3$, when we place even trifles in$4$ the heart, 061:11,044[A ]| With trifles too, unwillingly we part. 061:11,045[A ]| An humble roof, plain bed, and homely board, 061:11,046[A ]| More clear, untainted pleasures do afford, 061:11,047[A ]| Then all the tumult of vain greatness brings 061:11,048[A ]| To$4$ kings, or to$4$ the favourites of kings. 061:11,049[A ]| The horned deer by$4$ Nature armed so$5#1$ well 061:11,050[A ]| Did with the horse in$4$ common pasture dwell; 061:11,051[A ]| And when they fought, the field it always won, 061:11,052[A ]| Till the ambitious horse begged help of man 061:11,053[A ]| And took the bridle, and thenceforth did reign 061:11,054[A ]| Bravely alone, as lord of all the plain: 061:11,055[A ]| But never after could the rider get 061:11,056[A ]| From off his back, or from his mouth the bit. 061:11,057[A ]| So$3$ they, who$6#1$ poverty too much do fear, 061:11,058[A ]| To$9$ avoid that$6#2$ weight, a greater burden bear; 061:11,059[A ]| That$3$ they might power above their equals have, 061:11,060[A ]| To$4$ cruel masters they themselves enslave. 061:11,061[A ]| For$4$ gold, their liberty exchanged we see, 061:11,062[A ]| That$6#2$ fairest flower, which$6#1$ crowns humanity. 061:11,063[A ]| And all this mischief does upon$4$ them light, 061:11,064[A ]| Only because they know not how, aright, 061:11,065[A ]| That$6#2$ great, but secret, happiness to$9$ prize, 061:11,066[A ]| That$6#1$ is laid up$5$ in$4$ a little, for$4$ the wise. 061:11,067[A ]| That$6#2$ is the best and easiest estate 061:11,068[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ a man sits close, but not too strait; 061:11,069[A ]| It is like$4$ a shoe; it pinches, and it burns, 061:11,070[A ]| Too narrow; and too large it overturns. 061:11,071[A ]| My dearest friend, stop thy desires at last, 061:11,072[A ]| And cheerfully enjoy the wealth thou hast. 061:11,073[A ]| And, if me still seeking for$4$ more you see, 061:11,074[A ]| Chide, and reproach, despise and laugh at me. 061:11,075[A ]| Money was made, not to$9$ command our will$0$, 061:11,076[A ]| But all our lawful pleasures to$9$ fulfil. 061:11,077[A ]| Shame and woe to$4$ us, if we our wealth obey; 061:11,078[A ]| The horse doth with the horseman run away. 061:12,000[' ]| 061:12,000[' ]| 061:12,001[A ]| Blessed be the man (and blest he is) whomever 061:12,002[A ]| (Placed far out of the roads of hope or fear) 061:12,003[A ]| A little field, and little garden feeds; 061:12,004[A ]| The field gives all that$6#1$ frugal nature needs, 061:12,005[A ]| The wealthy garden liberally bestows 061:12,006[A ]| All she can ask, when she luxurious grows. 061:12,007[A ]| The specious inconveniences that$6#1$ wait 061:12,008[A ]| Upon$4$ a life of business, and of state, 061:12,009[A ]| He sees (nor does the sight disturb his rest) 061:12,010[A ]| By$4$ fools desired, by$4$ wicked men possessed. 061:12,011[A ]| Thus, thus (and this deserved great Virgil's praise) 061:12,012[A ]| The old Corycian yeoman passed his days, 061:12,013[A ]| Thus his wise life Abdalonymus spent: 061:12,014[A ]| The ambassadors which$6#1$ the great Emperor sent 061:12,015[A ]| To$9$ offer him a crown, with wonder found 061:12,016[A ]| The reverend gardener hoeing of his ground, 061:12,017[A ]| Unwillingly and slow and discontent, 061:12,018[A ]| From his loved cottage, to$4$ a throne he went. 061:12,019[A ]| And oft he stopped in$4$ his triumphant way, 061:12,020[A ]| And oft looked back, and oft was heard to$9$ say 061:12,021[A ]| Not without sighs, 061:12,021@b | "Alas, I there forsake 061:12,022@b | A happier kingdom than I go to$9$ take." 061:12,023[A ]| Thus Aglaus (a man unknown to$4$ men, 061:12,024[A ]| But the gods knew and therefore loved him then) 061:12,025[A ]| Thus lived obscurely then without a name, 061:12,026[A ]| Aglaus now consigned to$4$ eternal fame. 061:12,027[A ]| For$3$ Gyges, the rich king, wicked and great, 061:12,028[A ]| Presumed at wise Apollo's Delphic seat 061:12,029[A ]| Presumed to$9$ ask, 061:12,029@b | "Oh thou, the whole world's eye, 061:12,030@b | Seest thou a man that$6#1$ happier is than I?" 061:12,031[A ]| The god, who$6#1$ scorned to$9$ flatter man, replied, 061:12,032@c | "Aglaus happier is." 061:12,032[A ]| But Gyges cried, 061:12,033[A ]| In$4$ a proud rage, 061:12,033@b | "Who$6#2$ can that$6#2$ Aglaus be? 061:12,034@b | We have heard as yet of no$2$ such king as he." 061:12,035[A ]| And true it was through the whole earth around 061:12,036[A ]| No$2$ king of such a name was to$9$ be found. 061:12,037@b | "Is some old hero of that$6#2$ name alive, 061:12,038@b | Who$6#1$ his high race does from the gods derive? 061:12,039@b | Is it some mighty general that$6#1$ has done 061:12,040@b | Wonders in$4$ fight, and god-like honours won? 061:12,041@b | Is it some man of endless wealth? " 061:12,041[A ]| said he. 061:12,042[A ]| None, none of these; who$6#2$ can this Aglaus be? 061:12,043[A ]| After long search and vain inquiries past, 061:12,044[A ]| In$4$ an obscure Arcadian Vale at last 061:12,045[A ]| (The Arcadian life has always shady been), 061:12,046[A ]| Near Sopho's town (which$6#1$ he but once had seen) 061:12,047[A ]| This Aglaus who$6#1$ monarchs' envy drew, 061:12,048[A ]| Whose happiness the gods stood witness to$4$, 061:12,049[A ]| This mighty Aglaus was labouring found, 061:12,050[A ]| With his own hands in$4$ his own little ground. 061:12,051[A ]| So$3$, gracious God (if it may lawful be, 061:12,052[A ]| Among those foolish gods to$9$ mention Thee) 061:12,053[A ]| So$3$ let me act, on$4$ such a private stage, 061:12,054[A ]| The last dull scenes of my declining age; 061:12,055[A ]| After long toils and voyages in$4$ vain, 061:12,056[A ]| This quiet port let my tossed vessel gain, 061:12,057[A ]| Of heavenly rest, this earnest to$4$ me lend, 061:12,058[A ]| Let my life sleep, and learn to$9$ love her end. 061:13,000[' ]| 061:13,001[A ]| Happy art thou, whom God does bless 061:13,002[A ]| With the full choice of thine own happiness, 061:13,003[A ]| And happier yet, because thou art blessed 061:13,004[A ]| With prudence, how to$9$ choose the best: 061:13,005[A ]| In$4$ books and gardens thou hast placed aright 061:13,006[A ]| (Things which$6#1$ thou well dost understand; 061:13,007[A ]| And both dost make with thy laborious hand) 061:13,008[A ]| Thy noble, innocent delight: 061:13,009[A ]| And in$4$ thy virtuous wife, where thou again dost meet 061:13,010[A ]| Both pleasures more refined and sweet: 061:13,011[A ]| The fairest garden in$4$ her looks 061:13,012[A ]| And in$4$ her mind the wisest books. 061:13,013[A ]| Oh, who$6#2$ would change these soft, yet solid joys, 061:13,014[A ]| For$4$ empty shows and senseless noise; 061:13,015[A ]| And all which$6#1$ rank ambition breeds, 061:13,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ seem such beauteous flowers, and are such poisonous weeds? 061:13,017[A ]| When God did man to$4$ his own likeness make, 061:13,018[A ]| As much as clay, though of the purest kind, 061:13,019[A ]| By$4$ the great Potter's art refined, 061:13,020[A ]| Could the Divine impression take, 061:13,021[A ]| He thought it fit to$9$ place him where 061:13,022[A ]| A kind of heaven too did appear, 061:13,023[A ]| As far as earth could such a likeness bear: 061:13,024[A ]| That$3$ man no$2$ happiness might want, 061:13,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ earth to$4$ her first master could afford; 061:13,026[A ]| He did a garden for$4$ him plant 061:13,027[A ]| By$4$ the quick hand of his omnipotent word. 061:13,028[A ]| As the chief help and joy of human life, 061:13,029[A ]| He gave him the first gift; first, even before a wife. 061:13,030[A ]| For$4$ God, the universal architect, 061:13,031[A ]| It had been as easy to$9$ erect 061:13,032[A ]| A Louvre or Escurial, or a tower 061:13,033[A ]| That$6#1$ might with heaven communication hold, 061:13,034[A ]| As Babel vainly thought to$9$ do of old: 061:13,035[A ]| He wanted not the skill or power, 061:13,036[A ]| In$4$ the world's fabric those were shown, 061:13,037[A ]| And the materials were all his own. 061:13,038[A ]| But well he knew what place would best agree 061:13,039[A ]| With innocence, and with felicity: 061:13,040[A ]| And we elsewhere still seek for$4$ them in$4$ vain, 061:13,041[A ]| If any part of either yet remain; 061:13,042[A ]| If any part of either we expect, 061:13,043[A ]| This may our judgment in$4$ the search direct; 061:13,044[A ]| God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain. 061:13,045[A ]| Oh blessed shades! O gentle cool retreat 061:13,046[A ]| From all the immoderate heat, 061:13,047[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ the frantic world does burn and sweat! 061:13,048[A ]| This does the lion-star, ambition's rage, 061:13,049[A ]| This avarice, the dogstar's thirst assuage; 061:13,050[A ]| Everywhere else their fatal power we see, 061:13,051[A ]| They make and rule man's wretched destiny: 061:13,052[A ]| They neither set, nor disappear, 061:13,053[A ]| But tyrannize over all the year; 061:13,054[A ]| Whilst we never feel their flame or influence here. 061:13,055[A ]| The birds that$6#1$ dance from bough to$4$ bough, 061:13,056[A ]| And sing above in$4$ every tree 061:13,057[A ]| Are not from fears and cares more free 061:13,058[A ]| Than we who$6#1$ lie, or sit, or walk below, 061:13,059[A ]| And should by$4$ right be singers too. 061:13,060[A ]| What prince's choir of music can excel 061:13,061[A ]| That$6#2$ which$6#1$ within this shade does dwell? 061:13,062[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ we nothing pay or give, 061:13,063[A ]| They like$4$ all other poets live 061:13,064[A ]| Without reward, or thanks for$4$ their obliging pains; 061:13,065[A ]| It is well if they become not prey: 061:13,066[A ]| The whistling winds add their less artful strains, 061:13,067[A ]| And a grave bass the murmuring fountains play; 061:13,068[A ]| Nature does all this harmony bestow, 061:13,069[A ]| But to$4$ our plants, art's music too, 061:13,070[A ]| The pipe, theorbo, and guitar we owe; 061:13,071[A ]| The lute itself, which$6#1$ once was green and mute, 061:13,072[A ]| When Orpheus struck the inspired lute, 061:13,073[A ]| The trees danced round, and understood 061:13,074[A ]| By$4$ sympathy the voice of wood. 061:13,075[A ]| These are the spells that$6#1$ to$4$ kind sleep invite, 061:13,076[A ]| And nothing does within resistance make, 061:13,077[A ]| Which$6#1$ yet we moderately take; 061:13,078[A ]| Who$6#1$ would not choose to$9$ be awake, 061:13,079[A ]| While he is encompass round with such delight, 061:13,080[A ]| To$4$ the ear, the nose, the touch, the taste and sight? 061:13,081[A ]| When Venus would her dear Ascanius keep 061:13,082[A ]| A prisoner in$4$ the downy bands of sleep, 061:13,083[A ]| She odorous herbs and flowers beneath him spread 061:13,084[A ]| As the most soft and sweetest bed; 061:13,085[A ]| Not her own lap would more have charmed his head. 061:13,086[A ]| Who$6#1$, that$6#1$ has reason, and his smell, 061:13,087[A ]| Would not among roses and jasmine dwell, 061:13,088[A ]| Rather than all his spirits choke 061:13,089[A ]| With exhalations of dirt and smoke, 061:13,090[A ]| And all the uncleanness which$6#1$ does drown 061:13,091[A ]| In$4$ pestilential clouds a populous town? 061:13,092[A ]| The earth itself breathes better perfumes here 061:13,093[A ]| Than all the female men or women there, 061:13,094[A ]| Not without cause, about them bear. 061:13,095[A ]| When Epicurus to$4$ the world had taught 061:13,096[A ]| That$3$ pleasure was the chiefest good, 061:13,097[A ]| (And was perhaps in$4$ the right, if rightly understood) 061:13,098[A ]| His life he to$4$ his doctrine brought, 061:13,099[A ]| And in$4$ a garden's shade that$6#2$ sovereign pleasure sought: 061:13,100[A ]| Whoever a true epicure would be, 061:13,101[A ]| May there find cheap and virtuous luxury. 061:13,102[A ]| Vitellius his table, which$6#1$ did hold 061:13,103[A ]| As many creatures as the ark of old, 061:13,104[A ]| That$6#2$ fiscal table, to$4$ which$6#1$ every day 061:13,105[A ]| All countries did a constant tribute pay, 061:13,106[A ]| Could nothing more delicious afford, 061:13,107[A ]| Than Nature's liberality 061:13,108[A ]| Helped with a little art and industry, 061:13,109[A ]| Allows the meanest gardener's board. 061:13,110[A ]| The wanton taste no$2$ fish or fowl can choose, 061:13,111[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ the grape or melon she would lose, 061:13,112[A ]| Though all the inhabitants of sea and air 061:13,113[A ]| Be listed in$4$ the glutton's bill of fare; 061:13,114[A ]| Yet still the fruits of earth we see 061:13,115[A ]| Placed the third storey high in$4$ all her luxury. 061:13,116[A ]| But with no$2$ sense the garden does comply; 061:13,117[A ]| None courts, or flatters, as it does the eye. 061:13,118[A ]| When the great Hebrew king did almost strain 061:13,119[A ]| The wondrous treasures of his wealth and brain, 061:13,120[A ]| His royal southern guest to$9$ entertain; 061:13,121[A ]| Though she on$4$ silver floors did tread, 061:13,122[A ]| With bright Assyrian carpets on$4$ them spread, 061:13,123[A ]| To$9$ hide the metal's poverty; 061:13,124[A ]| Though she looked up$5$ to$4$ roofs of gold, 061:13,125[A ]| And nought around her could behold 061:13,126[A ]| But silk and rich embroidery, 061:13,127[A ]| And Babylonian tapestry, 061:13,128[A ]| And wealthy Hiram's princely dye; 061:13,129[A ]| Though Ophir's starry stones met everywhere; 061:13,130[A ]| Though she herself, and her gay host were dressed 061:13,131[A ]| With all the shining glories of the East; 061:13,132[A ]| When lavish art her costly work had done, 061:13,133[A ]| The honour and the prize of bravery 061:13,134[A ]| Was by$4$ the garden from the palace won; 061:13,135[A ]| And every rose and lily there did stand 061:13,136[A ]| Better attired by$4$ Nature's hand: 061:13,137[A ]| The case thus judged against the king we see, 061:13,138[A ]| By$4$ one that$6#1$ would not be so$5#1$ rich, though wiser far than he. 061:13,139[A ]| Nor does this happy place only dispense 061:13,140[A ]| Such various pleasures to$4$ the sense; 061:13,141[A ]| Here health itself does live, 061:13,142[A ]| That$6#2$ salt of life, which$6#1$ does to$4$ all a relish give, 061:13,143[A ]| Its standing pleasure, and intrinsic wealth, 061:13,144[A ]| The body's virtue, and the soul's good fortune, health. 061:13,145[A ]| The Tree of Life, when it in$4$ Eden stood, 061:13,146[A ]| Did its immortal head to$4$ heaven rear; 061:13,147[A ]| It lasted a tall cedar till the Flood; 061:13,148[A ]| Now a small thorny shrub it does appear; 061:13,149[A ]| Nor will$1$ it thrive too everywhere: 061:13,150[A ]| It always here is freshest seen; 061:13,151[A ]| It is only here an evergreen. 061:13,152[A ]| If through the strong and beauteous fence 061:13,153[A ]| Of temperance and innocence, 061:13,154[A ]| And wholesome labours, and a quiet mind, 061:13,155[A ]| Any diseases passage find, 061:13,156[A ]| They must not think here to$9$ assail 061:13,157[A ]| A land unarmed, or without a guard. 061:13,158[A ]| They must fight for$4$ it, and dispute it hard, 061:13,159[A ]| Before they can prevail: 061:13,160[A ]| Scarce any plant is growing here 061:13,161[A ]| Which$6#1$ against death some weapon does not bear. 061:13,162[A ]| Let cities boast that$3$ they provide 061:13,163[A ]| For$4$ life the ornaments of pride; 061:13,164[A ]| But it is the country and the field, 061:13,165[A ]| That$6#1$ furnish it with staff and shield 061:13,166[A ]| Where does the wisdom and the power divine 061:13,167[A ]| In$4$ a more bright and sweet reflection shine? 061:13,168[A ]| Where do we finer strokes and colours see 061:13,169[A ]| Of the Creator's real poetry, 061:13,170[A ]| Than when we with attention look 061:13,171[A ]| Upon$4$ the third day's volume of the book? 061:13,172[A ]| If we could open and intend our eye, 061:13,173[A ]| We all like$4$ Moses should espy 061:13,174[A ]| Even in$4$ a bush the radiant Deity 061:13,175[A ]| But we despise these his inferior ways 061:13,176[A ]| (Though no$2$ less full of miracle and praise) 061:13,177[A ]| Upon$4$ the flowers of heaven we gaze; 061:13,178[A ]| The stars of earth no$2$ wonder in$4$ us raise, 061:13,179[A ]| Though these perhaps do more than they 061:13,180[A ]| The life of mankind sway. 061:13,181[A ]| Although no$2$ part of mighty Nature be 061:13,182[A ]| More stored with beauty, power, and mystery; 061:13,183[A ]| Yet to$9$ encourage human industry, 061:13,184[A ]| God has so$5#1$ ordered, that$3$ no$2$ other part 061:13,185[A ]| Such space, and such dominion leaves for$4$ Art. 061:13,186[A ]| We nowhere Art do so$5#1$ triumphant see, 061:13,187[A ]| As when it grafts or buds the tree: 061:13,188[A ]| In$4$ other things we count it to$9$ excel, 061:13,189[A ]| If it a docile scholar can appear 061:13,190[A ]| To$4$ Nature, and but imitate her well; 061:13,191[A ]| It over-rules, and is her master here. 061:13,192[A ]| It imitates her Maker's power divine, 061:13,193[A ]| And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine: 061:13,194[A ]| It does, like$4$ grace, the fallen tree restore 061:13,195[A ]| To$4$ its blest state of Paradise before: 061:13,196[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not joy to$9$ see his conquering hand 061:13,197[A ]| Over all the vegetable world command? 061:13,198[A ]| And the wild giants of the wood receive 061:13,199[A ]| What law he is pleased to$9$ give? 061:13,200[A ]| He bids the ill-natured crab produce 061:13,201[A ]| The gentler apple's winy juice; 061:13,202[A ]| The golden fruit that$6#1$ worthy is 061:13,203[A ]| Of Galatea's purple kiss; 061:13,204[A ]| He does the savage hawthorn teach 061:13,205[A ]| To$9$ bear the medlar and the pear, 061:13,206[A ]| He bids the rustic plum to$9$ rear 061:13,207[A ]| A noble trunk, and be a peach. 061:13,208[A ]| Even Daphne's coyness he does mock, 061:13,209[A ]| And weds the cherry to$4$ her stock, 061:13,210[A ]| Though she refused Apollo's suit; 061:13,211[A ]| Even she, that$6#2$ chaste and virgin tree, 061:13,212[A ]| Now wonders at herself, to$9$ see 061:13,213[A ]| That$3$ she is a mother made, and blushes in$4$ her fruit. 061:13,214[A ]| Methinks I see great Diocletian walk 061:13,215[A ]| In$4$ the Salonian garden's noble shade, 061:13,216[A ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ his own imperial hands was made: 061:13,217[A ]| I see him smile (methinks) as he does talk 061:13,218[A ]| With the ambassadors, who$6#1$ come in$5$ vain, 061:13,219[A ]| To$9$ entice him to$4$ a throne again. 061:13,220@b | If I, my friends 061:13,220[A ]| (said he), 061:13,220@b | should to$4$ you show 061:13,221@b | All the delights, which$6#1$ in$4$ these gardens grow; 061:13,222@b | It is likelier much, that$3$ you should with me stay, 061:13,223@b | Than it is that$3$ you should carry me away: 061:13,224@b | And trust me not, my friends, if every day, 061:13,225@b | I walk not here with more delight, 061:13,226@b | Than ever after the most happy fight, 061:13,227@b | In$4$ triumph, to$4$ the Capitol, I rode, 061:13,228@b | To$9$ thank the gods, and to$9$ be thought myself almost a god. 061:14,000[' ]| 061:14,001[A ]| If ever I more riches did desire 061:14,002[A ]| Than cleanliness and quiet do require; 061:14,003[A ]| If ever ambition did my fancy cheat 061:14,004[A ]| With any wish so$5#1$ mean as to$9$ be great; 061:14,005[A ]| Continue heaven still from me to$9$ remove 061:14,006[A ]| The humble blessings of that$6#2$ life I love. 061:15,000[' ]| 061:15,001[A ]| Was it for$4$ this that$3$ Rome's best blood he spilled, 061:15,002[A ]| With so$5#1$ much falsehood and with so$5#1$ much guilt? 061:15,003[A ]| Was it for$4$ this that$3$ his ambition strove 061:15,004[A ]| To$9$ equal Caesar first and after Jove? 061:15,005[A ]| Greatness is barren sure of solid joys; 061:15,006[A ]| Her merchandise I fear is all in$4$ toys; 061:15,007[A ]| She could not else sure so$5#1$ uncivil be 061:15,008[A ]| To$9$ treat his universal majesty, 061:15,009[A ]| His new-created deity, 061:15,010[A ]| With nuts and bounding-stones and boys. 061:16,000[' ]| 061:16,001[A ]| Hence, ye profane; I hate ye all; 061:16,002[A ]| Both the great vulgar and the small. 061:16,003[A ]| To$4$ virgin minds, which$6#1$ yet their native whiteness hold, 061:16,004[A ]| Not yet discoloured with the love of gold, 061:16,005[A ]| (That$6#2$ jaundice of the soul, 061:16,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes it look so$5#1$ gilded and so$5#1$ foul) 061:16,007[A ]| To$4$ you, ye very few, these truths I tell; 061:16,008[A ]| The Muse inspires my song, hark, and observe it well. 061:16,009[A ]| We look on$4$ men, and wonder at such odds, 061:16,010[A ]| Between things that$6#1$ were the same by$4$ birth; 061:16,011[A ]| We look on$4$ kings as giants of the earth, 061:16,012[A ]| These giants are but pigmies to$4$ the gods. 061:16,013[A ]| The humblest bush and proudest oak, 061:16,014[A ]| Are but of equal proof against the thunder-stroke. 061:16,015[A ]| Beauty, and strength, and wit, and wealth, and power 061:16,016[A ]| Have their short flourishing hour; 061:16,017[A ]| And love to$9$ see themselves, and smile, 061:16,018[A ]| And joy in$4$ their pre-eminence a while; 061:16,019[A ]| Even so$5#2$ in$4$ the same land, 061:16,020[A ]| Poor weeds, rich corn, gay flowers together stand; 061:16,021[A ]| Alas, Death mows down all with an impartial hand. 061:16,022[A ]| And all you men, whom greatness does so$5#1$ please, 061:16,023[A ]| Ye feast (I fear) like$4$ Damocles: 061:16,024[A ]| If you your eyes could upwards move, 061:16,025[A ]| (But you (I fear) think nothing is above) 061:16,026[A ]| You would perceive by$4$ what a little thread 061:16,027[A ]| The sword still hangs over your head. 061:16,028[A ]| No$2$ tide of wine would drown your cares; 061:16,029[A ]| No$2$ mirth or music over-noise your fears. 061:16,030[A ]| The fear of death would you so$5#1$ watchful keep, 061:16,031[A ]| As not to$9$ admit the image of it, sleep. 061:16,032[A ]| Sleep is a god too proud to$9$ wait in$4$ palaces 061:16,033[A ]| And yet so$5#1$ humble too as not to$9$ scorn 061:16,034[A ]| The meanest country cottages; 061:16,035[A ]| His poppy grows among the corn. 061:16,036[A ]| The halcyon sleep will$1$ never build his nest 061:16,037[A ]| In$4$ any stormy breast. 061:16,038[A ]| It is not enough that$3$ he does find 061:16,039[A ]| Clouds and darkness in$4$ their mind; 061:16,040[A ]| Darkness but half his work will$1$ do. 061:16,041[A ]| It is not enough; he must find quiet too. 061:16,042[A ]| The man, who$6#1$ in$4$ all wishes he does make, 061:16,043[A ]| Does only Nature's counsel take, 061:16,044[A ]| That$6#2$ wise and happy man will$1$ never fear 061:16,045[A ]| The evil aspects of the year; 061:16,046[A ]| Nor tremble, though two comets should appear; 061:16,047[A ]| He does not look in$4$ almanacs to$9$ see, 061:16,048[A ]| Whether he fortunate shall be; 061:16,049[A ]| Let Mars and Saturn in$4$ the heavens conjoin, 061:16,050[A ]| And what they please against the world design, 061:16,051[A ]| So$3$ Jupiter within him shine. 061:16,052[A ]| If of your pleasures and desires no$2$ end be found, 061:16,053[A ]| God to$4$ your cares and fears will$1$ set no$2$ bound. 061:16,054[A ]| What would content you? Who$6#2$ can tell? 061:16,055[A ]| Ye fear so$5#1$ much to$9$ lose what you have got, 061:16,056[A ]| As if you liked it well. 061:16,057[A ]| Ye strive for$4$ more, as if ye liked it not. 061:16,058[A ]| Go, level hills, and fill up$5$ seas, 061:16,059[A ]| Spare nought that$6#1$ may your wanton fancy please, 061:16,060[A ]| But trust me, when you have done all this, 061:16,061[A ]| Much will$1$ be missing still, and much will$1$ be amiss. 061:17,000[' ]| 061:17,001[A ]| I admire, Maecenas, how it comes to$9$ pass, 061:17,002[A ]| That$3$ no$2$ man ever yet contented was, 061:17,003[A ]| Nor is, nor perhaps will$1$ be, with that$6#2$ state 061:17,004[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ his own choice plants him or his fate. 061:17,005[A ]| Happy the merchant, the old soldier cries; 061:17,006[A ]| The merchant, beaten with tempestuous skies, 061:17,007[A ]| Happy the soldier, one half hour to$4$ thee 061:17,008[A ]| Gives speedy death or glorious victory. 061:17,009[A ]| The lawyer, knocked up$5$ early from his rest 061:17,010[A ]| By$4$ restless clients, calls the peasant blessed; 061:17,011[A ]| The peasant, when his labours ill succeed, 061:17,012[A ]| Envies the mouth which$6#1$ only talk does feed. 061:17,013[A ]| It is not (I think you will$1$ say) that$3$ I want store 061:17,014[A ]| Of instances, if here I add no$2$ more: 061:17,015[A ]| They are enough to$9$ reach at least a mile 061:17,016[A ]| Beyond long Orator Fabias his style. 061:17,017[A ]| But, hold, you whom no$2$ fortune ever endears, 061:17,018[A ]| Gentlemen, malcontents, and mutineers, 061:17,019[A ]| Who$6#1$ bounteous Jove so$5#1$ often cruel call, 061:17,020[A ]| Behold, Jove is now resolved to$9$ please you all. 061:17,021[A ]| Thou soldier be a merchant, merchant, thou 061:17,022[A ]| A soldier be; and, lawyer, to$4$ the plough. 061:17,023[A ]| Change all your stations straight, why do you stay? 061:17,024[A ]| The devil a man will$1$ change, now when he may! 061:17,025[A ]| Were I in$4$ General Jove's abused case, 061:17,026[A ]| By$4$ Jove I would cudgel this rebellious race: 061:17,027[A ]| But he is too good; be all then as you were, 061:17,028[A ]| However, make the best of what you are, 061:17,029[A ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ state be cheerful and rejoice 061:17,030[A ]| Which$6#1$ either was your fate, or was your choice. 061:17,031[A ]| No$7$, they must labour yet, and sweat and toil, 061:17,032[A ]| And very miserable be a while. 061:17,033[A ]| But it is with a design only to$9$ gain 061:17,034[A ]| What may their age with plenteous ease maintain. 061:17,035[A ]| The prudent pismire does this lesson teach 061:17,036[A ]| And industry to$4$ lazy mankind preach. 061:17,037[A ]| The little drudge does trot about and sweat, 061:17,038[A ]| Nor does he straight devour all he can get, 061:17,039[A ]| But in$4$ his temperate mouth carries it home, 061:17,040[A ]| A stock for$4$ winter which$6#1$ he knows must come. 061:17,041[A ]| And when the rolling world to$4$ creatures here 061:17,042[A ]| Turns up$5$ the deformed wrong side of the year, 061:17,043[A ]| And shuts him in$5$, with storms, and cold, and wet, 061:17,044[A ]| He cheerfully does his past labours eat. 061:17,045[A ]| O, does he so$5#2$? your wise example, the ant, 061:17,046[A ]| Does not at all times rest, and plenty want. 061:17,047[A ]| But weighing justly a mortal ant's condition, 061:17,048[A ]| Divides his life between labour and fruition. 061:17,049[A ]| Thee neither heat, nor storms, nor wet, nor cold 061:17,050[A ]| From thy unnatural diligence can withhold: 061:17,051[A ]| To$4$ the Indies thou wouldst run rather than see 061:17,052[A ]| Another, though a friend, richer than thee. 061:17,053[A ]| Fond man! what good or beauty can be found 061:17,054[A ]| In$4$ heaps of treasure buried under ground? 061:17,055[A ]| Which$6#1$ rather than diminished ever to$9$ see 061:17,056[A ]| Thou wouldst thyself, too, buried with them be: 061:17,057[A ]| And what is the difference, is it not quite as bad 061:17,058[A ]| Never to$9$ use, as never to$9$ have had? 061:17,059[A ]| In$4$ thy vast barns millions of quarters store, 061:17,060[A ]| Thy belly for$4$ all that$6#2$ will$1$ hold no$2$ more 061:17,061[A ]| Than mine does; every baker makes much bread, 061:17,062[A ]| What then? He is with no$2$ more than other's fed. 061:17,063[A ]| Do you within the bounds of Nature live 061:17,064[A ]| And to$9$ augment your own you need not strive: 061:17,065[A ]| One hundred acres will$1$ no$2$ less for$4$ you 061:17,066[A ]| Your life's whole business than ten thousand do. 061:17,067[A ]| But pleasant it is to$9$ take from a great store; 061:17,068[A ]| What man? though you are resolved to$9$ take no$2$ more 061:17,069[A ]| Than I do from a small one? If your will$0$ 061:17,070[A ]| Be but a pitcher or a pot to$9$ fill, 061:17,071[A ]| To$4$ some great river for$4$ it must you go, 061:17,072[A ]| When a clear spring just at your feet does flow? 061:17,073[A ]| Give me the spring which$6#1$ does to$4$ human use 061:17,074[A ]| Safe, easy and untroubled stores produce. 061:17,075[A ]| He who$6#1$ scorns these and needs will$1$ drink at Nile 061:17,076[A ]| Must run the danger of the crocodile, 061:17,077[A ]| And of the rapid stream itself which$6#1$ may 061:17,078[A ]| At unawares bear him perhaps away. 061:17,079[A ]| In$4$ a full flood Tantalus stands, his skin 061:17,080[A ]| Washed over in$4$ vain, forever dry within; 061:17,081[A ]| He catches at the stream with greedy lips, 061:17,082[A ]| From his touched mouth the wanton torment slips: 061:17,083[A ]| You laugh now, and expand your careful brow; 061:17,084[A ]| It is finely said, but what is all this to$4$ you? 061:17,085[A ]| Change but the name, this fable is thy story: 061:17,086[A ]| Thou in$4$ a flood of useless wealth dost glory, 061:17,087[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou canst only touch but never taste; 061:17,088[A ]| The abundance still, and still the want does last. 061:17,089[A ]| The treasures of the gods thou wouldst not spare 061:17,090[A ]| But when they are made thine own, they sacred are, 061:17,091[A ]| And must be kept with reverence, as if thou 061:17,092[A ]| No$2$ other use of precious gold didst know 061:17,093[A ]| But that$6#2$ of curious picture to$9$ delight 061:17,094[A ]| With the fair stamp thy virtuoso sight. 061:17,095[A ]| The only true and genuine use is this, 061:17,096[A ]| To$9$ buy the things which$6#1$ nature can not miss 061:17,097[A ]| Without discomfort, oil and vital bread, 061:17,098[A ]| And wine by$4$ which$6#1$ the life of life is fed. 061:17,099[A ]| And all those few things else by$4$ which$6#1$ we live; 061:17,100[A ]| All that$6#1$ remains is given for$4$ thee to$9$ give. 061:17,101[A ]| If cares and troubles, envy, grief and fear, 061:17,102[A ]| The bitter fruits be, which$6#1$ fair riches bear; 061:17,103[A ]| If a new poverty grow out of store; 061:17,104[A ]| The old plain way, ye gods, let me be poor. 061:18,000[' ]| 061:18,000[' ]| 061:18,001[A ]| It was a dismal, and a fearful night, 061:18,002[A ]| Scarce could the Morn drive on$5$ the unwilling Light, 061:18,003[A ]| When Sleep, Deaths Image, left my troubled breast, 061:18,004[A ]| By$4$ something liker Death possessed. 061:18,005[A ]| My eyes with Tears did uncommanded flow, 061:18,006[A ]| And on$4$ my Soul hung the dull weight 061:18,007[A ]| Of some intolerable Fate. 061:18,008[A ]| What Bell was that$6#2$? Ah me! Too much I know. 061:18,009[A ]| My sweet Companion, and my gentle Peer, 061:18,010[A ]| Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, 061:18,011[A ]| Thy end forever, and my Life to$9$ moan; 061:18,012[A ]| O thou hast left me all alone! 061:18,013[A ]| Thy Soul and Body when Death's Agony 061:18,014[A ]| Besieged around thy noble heart, 061:18,015[A ]| Did not with more reluctance part 061:18,016[A ]| Than I, my dearest Friend, do part from Thee. 061:18,017[A ]| My dearest Friend, would I had died for$4$ thee! 061:18,018[A ]| Life and this World henceforth will$1$ tedious be. 061:18,019[A ]| Nor shall I know hereafter what to$9$ do 061:18,020[A ]| If once my Griefs prove tedious too. 061:18,021[A ]| Silent and sad I walk about all day, 061:18,022[A ]| As Sullen Ghosts stalk speechless by$5$ 061:18,023[A ]| Where their hid Treasures lie; 061:18,024[A ]| Alas, my Treasure is gone, why do I stay? 061:18,025[A ]| He was my Friend, the truest Friend on$4$ earth; 061:18,026[A ]| A strong and mighty Influence joined our Birth. 061:18,027[A ]| Nor did we envy the most sounding Name 061:18,028[A ]| By$4$ Friendship given of old to$4$ Fame. 061:18,029[A ]| None but his Brethren he, and Sisters knew, 061:18,030[A ]| Whom the kind youth preferred to$4$ Me; 061:18,031[A ]| And even in$4$ that$6#2$ we did agree, 061:18,032[A ]| For$3$ much above myself I loved them too. 061:18,033[A ]| Say, for$3$ you saw us, ye immortal Lights, 061:18,034[A ]| How oft unwearied have we spent the Nights? 061:18,035[A ]| Till the Ledaean Stars so$5#1$ famed for$4$ Love, 061:18,036[A ]| Wondered at us from above. 061:18,037[A ]| We spent them not in$4$ toys, in$4$ lusts, or wine; 061:18,038[A ]| But search of deep Philosophy. 061:18,039[A ]| Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry, 061:18,040[A ]| Arts which$6#1$ I loved, for$3$ they, my Friend, were Thine. 061:18,041[A ]| Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say, 061:18,042[A ]| Have ye not seen us walking every day? 061:18,043[A ]| Was there a Tree about which$6#1$ did not know 061:18,044[A ]| The Love between us two? 061:18,045[A ]| Henceforth, ye gentle Trees, forever fade; 061:18,046[A ]| Or your sad branches thicker join, 061:18,047[A ]| And into darksome shades combine, 061:18,048[A ]| Dark as the Grave wherein my Friend is laid. 061:18,049[A ]| Henceforth no$2$ learned Youths beneath you sing, 061:18,050[A ]| Till all the tuneful Birds to$4$ your boughs they bring; 061:18,051[A ]| No$2$ tuneful Birds play with their wonted cheer, 061:18,052[A ]| And call the learned Youths to$9$ hear, 061:18,053[A ]| No$2$ whistling Winds through the glad branches fly, 061:18,054[A ]| But all with sad solemnity, 061:18,055[A ]| Mute and unmoved be, 061:18,056[A ]| Mute as the Grave wherein my Friend does lie. 061:18,057[A ]| To$4$ him my Muse made haste with every strain 061:18,058[A ]| Whilst it was new, and warm yet from the Brain. 061:18,059[A ]| He loved my worthless Rhymes, and like$4$ a Friend 061:18,060[A ]| Would find out something to$9$ commend. 061:18,061[A ]| Hence now, my Muse, thou canst not me delight; 061:18,062[A ]| Be this my latest verse 061:18,063[A ]| With which$6#1$ I now adorn his Hearse, 061:18,064[A ]| And this my Grief, without thy help shall write. 061:18,065[A ]| Had I a wreath of Bays about my brow, 061:18,066[A ]| I should contemn that$6#2$ flourishing honour now, 061:18,067[A ]| Condemn it to$4$ the Fire, and joy to$9$ hear 061:18,068[A ]| It rage and crackle there. 061:18,069[A ]| Instead of Bays, crown with sad Cypress me; 061:18,070[A ]| Cypress which$6#1$ Tombs does beautify; 061:18,071[A ]| Not Phoebus grieved so$5#1$ much as I 061:18,072[A ]| For$4$ him, who$6#1$ first was made that$6#2$ mournful Tree. 061:18,073[A ]| Large was his Soul; as large a Soul as ever 061:18,074[A ]| Submitted to$9$ inform a Body here. 061:18,075[A ]| High as the Place it was shortly in$4$ Heaven to$9$ have, 061:18,076[A ]| But low, and humble as his Grave. 061:18,077[A ]| So$5#1$ high that$3$ all the Virtues there did come 061:18,078[A ]| As to$4$ their chiefest seat 061:18,079[A ]| Conspicuous, and great; 061:18,080[A ]| So$5#1$ low that$3$ for$4$ Me too it made a room. 061:18,081[A ]| He scorned this busy world below, and all 061:18,082[A ]| That$6#1$ we, Mistaken Mortals, Pleasure call; 061:18,083[A ]| Was filled with innocent Gallantry and Truth, 061:18,084[A ]| Triumphant over the sins of Youth. 061:18,085[A ]| He like$4$ the Stars, to$4$ which$6#1$ he now is gone, 061:18,086[A ]| That$6#1$ shine with beams like$4$ Flame, 061:18,087[A ]| Yet burn not with the same, 061:18,088[A ]| Had all the Light of youth, of the Fire none. 061:18,089[A ]| Knowledge he only sought, and so$5#1$ soon caught, 061:18,090[A ]| As if for$4$ him Knowledge had rather sought. 061:18,091[A ]| Nor more did Learning ever crowded lie 061:18,092[A ]| In$4$ such a short Mortality. 061:18,093[A ]| Whenever the skilful Youth discoursed or writ, 061:18,094[A ]| Still did the Notions throng 061:18,095[A ]| About his eloquent Tongue, 061:18,096[A ]| Nor could his Ink flow faster than his Wit. 061:18,097[A ]| So$5#1$ strong a Wit did Nature to$4$ him frame, 061:18,098[A ]| As all things but his Judgement overcame; 061:18,099[A ]| His Judgement like$4$ the heavenly Moon did show, 061:18,100[A ]| Tempering that$6#2$ mighty Sea below. 061:18,101[A ]| Oh had he lived in$4$ Learning's World, what bound 061:18,102[A ]| Would have been able to$9$ control 061:18,103[A ]| His over-powering Soul? 061:18,104[A ]| We have lost in$4$ him Arts that$6#1$ not yet are found. 061:18,105[A ]| His Mirth was the pure Spirits of various Wit, 061:18,106[A ]| Yet never did his God or Friends forget. 061:18,107[A ]| And when deep talk and wisdom came in$4$ view, 061:18,108[A ]| Retired and gave to$4$ them their due: 061:18,109[A ]| For$3$ the rich help of Books he always took, 061:18,110[A ]| Though his own searching mind before 061:18,111[A ]| Was so$5#2$ with Notions written over 061:18,112[A ]| As if wise Nature had made that$6#2$ her Book. 061:18,113[A ]| So$5#1$ many Virtues joined in$4$ him, as we 061:18,114[A ]| Can scarce pick here and there in$4$ History. 061:18,115[A ]| More than old Writers' Practice ever could reach, 061:18,116[A ]| As much as they could ever teach. 061:18,117[A ]| These did Religion, Queen of Virtues sway, 061:18,118[A ]| And all their sacred Motions steer, 061:18,119[A ]| Just like$4$ the first and highest Sphere 061:18,120[A ]| Which$6#1$ wheels about, and turns all Heaven one way. 061:18,121[A ]| With as much Zeal, Devotion, Piety, 061:18,122[A ]| He always Lived, as other Saints do Die. 061:18,123[A ]| Still with his soul severe account he kept, 061:18,124[A ]| Weeping all Debts out before he slept. 061:18,125[A ]| Then down in$4$ peace and innocence he lay, 061:18,126[A ]| Like$4$ the Sun's laborious light, 061:18,127[A ]| Which$6#1$ still in$4$ Waters sets at night, 061:18,128[A ]| Unsullied with his Journey of the Day. 061:18,129[A ]| Wondrous young Man, why wert thou made so$5#1$ good, 061:18,130[A ]| To$9$ be snatched hence before better understood? 061:18,131[A ]| Snatched before half of thee enough was seen! 061:18,132[A ]| Thou Ripe, and yet thy Life but Green! 061:18,133[A ]| Nor could thy Friends take their last sad Farewell, 061:18,134[A ]| But Danger and Infectious Death 061:18,135[A ]| Maliciously seized on$4$ that$6#2$ Breath 061:18,136[A ]| Where Life, Spirit, Pleasure always used to$9$ dwell. 061:18,137[A ]| But happy Thou, taken from this frantic age, 061:18,138[A ]| Where Ignorance and Hypocrisy does rage! 061:18,139[A ]| A fitter time for$4$ Heaven no$2$ soul ever chose, 061:18,140[A ]| The place now only free from those. 061:18,141[A ]| There among the Blest thou dost forever shine, 061:18,142[A ]| And wheresoever thou casts thy view 061:18,143[A ]| Upon$4$ that$6#2$ white and radiant crew, 061:18,144[A ]| Seest not a Soul clothed with more Light than Thine. 061:18,145[A ]| And if the glorious Saints cease not to$9$ know 061:18,146[A ]| Their wretched Friends who$6#1$ fight with Life below; 061:18,147[A ]| The Flame to$4$ Me does still the same abide, 061:18,148[A ]| Only more pure and rarified. 061:18,149[A ]| There whilst immortal Hymns thou dost rehearse, 061:18,150[A ]| Thou dost with holy pity see 061:18,151[A ]| Our dull and earthly Poesy, 061:18,152[A ]| Where Grief and Misery can be joined with Verse. 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,000[' ]| 062:19,001[A ]| What rage does England from itself divide 062:19,002[A ]| More than seas do from all the world beside? 062:19,003[A ]| From every part the roaring cannon play; 062:19,004[A ]| From every part blood roars as loud as they. 062:19,005[A ]| What English ground but still some moisture bears 062:19,006[A ]| Of young men's blood, and more of mothers' tears? 062:19,007[A ]| What airs unthickened with some sighs of wives! 062:19,008[A ]| And more of maid for$4$ their dear lovers' lives! 062:19,009[A ]| Alas, what triumph can this victory show 062:19,010[A ]| That$6#1$ dyes us red in$4$ blood and blushes too! 062:19,011[A ]| How can we wish that$6#2$ conquest, which$6#1$ bestows 062:19,012[A ]| Cypress, not bays upon$4$ the conquering brows! 062:19,013[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Henry's dreadful name; 062:19,014[A ]| Not sword, nor cause, whole nations overcame. 062:19,015[A ]| To$4$ further west did his swift conquests run; 062:19,016[A ]| Nor did his glories set, but with the sun. 062:19,017[A ]| In$4$ vain did Roderick to$4$ his holds retreat; 062:19,018[A ]| In$4$ vain had wretched Ireland called him great. 062:19,019[A ]| Ireland which$6#1$ now most basely we begin, 062:19,020[A ]| To$9$ labour more to$9$ lose, than he to$9$ win. 062:19,021[A ]| It was not so$5#2$, when in$4$ the happy east 062:19,022[A ]| Richard, our Mars, Venus's isle possessed. 062:19,023[A ]| Against the proud moon, he the English cross displayed, 062:19,024[A ]| Eclipsed one horn and the other paler made, 062:19,025[A ]| When our dear lives we ventured bravely there, 062:19,026[A ]| And digged our own to$9$ gain Christ's sepulchre. 062:19,027[A ]| That$6#2$ sacred tomb which$6#1$ should we now enjoy, 062:19,028[A ]| We should with as much zeal fight to$9$ destroy! 062:19,029[A ]| The precious signs of our dead lord we scorn, 062:19,030[A ]| And see his cross worse than his body torn! 062:19,031[A ]| We hate it now both for$4$ the Greek and Jew, 062:19,032[A ]| To$4$ us it is foolishness and scandal too. 062:19,033[A ]| To$4$ what with worship the fond papist falls, 062:19,034[A ]| That$6#2$ the fond zealot a cursed idol calls. 062:19,035[A ]| So$3$ between their double madness here is the odds, 062:19,036[A ]| One makes false devils, the other false gods. 062:19,037[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Edward proved his cause 062:19,038[A ]| By$4$ a sword stronger than the salic laws 062:19,039[A ]| Though fetched from Pharamond: when the French did fight 062:19,040[A ]| With women's hearts against the woman's right. 062:19,041[A ]| The affrighted ocean his first conquest bore, 062:19,042[A ]| And drove red waves to$4$ the sad Gallic shore. 062:19,043[A ]| As if he had angry at that$6#2$ element been, 062:19,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ his wide soul bound with an island in$5$. 062:19,045[A ]| Where now is that$6#2$ spirit with which$6#1$ at Cressy we, 062:19,046[A ]| And Poitiers, forced from fate a victory. 062:19,047[A ]| Two kings at once we brought sad captives home; 062:19,048[A ]| A triumph scarcely known to$4$ ancient Rome. 062:19,049[A ]| Two foreign kings, but now alas we strive 062:19,050[A ]| Our own, our own good sovereign to$9$ captive. 062:19,051[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when Agincourt was won, 062:19,052[A ]| Under great Henry served the rain and sun. 062:19,053[A ]| A nobler fight the sun himself never knew, 062:19,054[A ]| Not when he stopped his course a fight to$9$ view. 062:19,055[A ]| Then death, old archer, did more skilful grow; 062:19,056[A ]| And learned to$9$ hit more sure from the English bow. 062:19,057[A ]| Then France was her own stories sadly taught, 062:19,058[A ]| And felt how Caesar, and how Edward fought. 062:19,059[A ]| It was not so$5#2$ when the vast fleet of Spain 062:19,060[A ]| Lay torn and scattered over the injured main. 062:19,061[A ]| Through the proud world a virgin terror struck, 062:19,062[A ]| The Austrian crowns and Rome's seven hills she shook. 062:19,063[A ]| To$4$ her great Neptune homaged all his streams, 062:19,064[A ]| And all the wide stretched ocean was her Thames. 062:19,065[A ]| Thus our forefathers fought, thus bravely bled, 062:19,066[A ]| Thus still they live, whilst we alive are dead. 062:19,067[A ]| Such acts they did as Rome and Caesar too 062:19,068[A ]| Might envy those whom they did once subdue. 062:19,069[A ]| We are not their offspring sure, our heralds lie; 062:19,070[A ]| But born we know not how, as now we die. 062:19,071[A ]| Their precious blood we could not venture thus; 062:19,072[A ]| Some Cadmus sure sowed serpents' teeth for$4$ us. 062:19,073[A ]| We could not else by$4$ mutual fury fall, 062:19,074[A ]| Whilst Rhine and Seine for$4$ all our armies call. 062:19,075[A ]| Choose that$6#2$, or peace; ye have a prince, ye know, 062:19,076[A ]| As fit for$4$ both, as both are fit for$4$ you. 062:19,077[A ]| Furious as lightning when wars' tempests came, 062:19,078[A ]| But calm in$4$ peace, calm as a lambent flame. 062:19,079[A ]| Have we forgot those happy years of late 062:19,080[A ]| That$6#1$ saw nought ill, but us who$6#1$ were ingrate? 062:19,081[A ]| Such years as if earth's youth renewed had been, 062:19,082[A ]| And that$6#2$ old serpent time had cast his skin. 062:19,083[A ]| As gloriously, and gently did they move, 062:19,084[A ]| As the bright sun that$6#1$ measured them above: 062:19,085[A ]| Then only in$4$ books the learned could misery see, 062:19,086[A ]| And the unlearned never heard of misery. 062:19,087[A ]| Then happy James with as deep quiet reigned, 062:19,088[A ]| As in$4$ his heavenly throne by$4$ death he gained 062:19,089[A ]| And lest this blessing with his life might cease, 062:19,090[A ]| He left us Charles, that$6#2$ pledge of future peace. 062:19,091[A ]| Charles under whom with much ado no$2$ less 062:19,092[A ]| Than sixteen years we endured our happiness: 062:19,093[A ]| Till in$4$ a moment from the north we find 062:19,094[A ]| A tempest conjured up$5$ without a wind. 062:19,095[A ]| So$5#1$ soon the north her kindness did repent, 062:19,096[A ]| First the peace maker, and next war she sent. 062:19,097[A ]| Just Tweed, that$6#1$ now had with long rest forgot 062:19,098[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ side dwelt the English, which$6#1$ the Scot, 062:19,099[A ]| Saw glittering arms shine sadly on$4$ his face, 062:19,100[A ]| Whilst all the affrighted fish sunk down apace. 062:19,101[A ]| No$2$ blood did then from this dark quarrel flow: 062:19,102[A ]| It gave blunt wounds that$6#1$ bled not out till now; 062:19,103[A ]| For$3$ Jove who$6#1$ might have used his thundering power 062:19,104[A ]| Chose to$9$ fall calmly in$4$ a golden shower. 062:19,105[A ]| A way we found to$4$ conquest which$6#1$ by$4$ none 062:19,106[A ]| Of all our thrifty ancestors was known. 062:19,107[A ]| So$5#1$ strangely prodigal of late we are, 062:19,108[A ]| We there buy peace, and here at home buy war. 062:19,109[A ]| How could a war so$5#1$ sad and barbarous please 062:19,110[A ]| But first by$4$ slandering those blessed days of peace? 062:19,111[A ]| Through all the excrements of state they pry, 062:19,112[A ]| Like$4$ empirics to$9$ find out a malady. 062:19,113[A ]| And then with desperate boldness they endeavour, 062:19,114[A ]| The ague to$9$ cure by$4$ bringing in$4$ a fever: 062:19,115[A ]| This way is sure to$9$ expel some ills; no$2$ doubt; 062:19,116[A ]| The plague will$1$ drive all less diseases out: 062:19,117[A ]| What strange wild fears did every morning breed? 062:19,118[A ]| Till a strange fancy made us sick indeed; 062:19,119[A ]| And cowardice did valour's part supply, 062:19,120[A ]| Like$4$ those that$6#1$ kill themselves for$4$ fear to$9$ die. 062:19,121[A ]| What frantic diligence in$4$ these men appears, 062:19,122[A ]| That$6#1$ fear all ills, and act over all their fears? 062:19,123[A ]| Thus into war we scared ourselves, and who$6#2$ 062:19,124[A ]| But Aaron's sons that$6#1$ the first trumpet blew! 062:19,125[A ]| Fond men! who$6#1$ knew not that$3$ they were to$9$ keep 062:19,126[A ]| For$4$ God, and not to$9$ sacrifice their sheep. 062:19,127[A ]| The churches first this murderous doctrine sow, 062:19,128[A ]| And learn to$9$ kill as well as bury now. 062:19,129[A ]| The marble tombs where our forefathers lie, 062:19,130[A ]| Sweated with dread of too much company. 062:19,131[A ]| And all their sleeping ashes shook for$4$ fear, 062:19,132[A ]| Lest thousand ghosts should come and crowd them there. 062:19,133[A ]| Petitions next for$4$ every town they frame, 062:19,134[A ]| To$9$ be restored to$4$ those from whom they came. 062:19,135[A ]| The same style all and the same sense does pen, 062:19,136[A ]| Alas, they allow set forms of prayers to$4$ men. 062:19,137[A ]| O happy we! if neither men would hear 062:19,138[A ]| Their studied forms nor God their sudden prayer! 062:19,139[A ]| They will$1$ be heard and in$4$ unjustest wise 062:19,140[A ]| The many-mouthed rout for$4$ justice cries. 062:19,141[A ]| They call for$4$ blood which$6#1$ now I fear does call, 062:19,142[A ]| For$4$ blood again much louder than them all. 062:19,143[A ]| In$4$ senseless clamours and confused noise, 062:19,144[A ]| We lost that$6#2$ rare and yet unconquered voice. 062:19,145[A ]| So$3$ when the Thracian Lyre was drowned 062:19,146[A ]| In$4$ the bistonian women's mixed sound, 062:19,147[A ]| The wandering stones, that$6#1$ came before to$9$ hear, 062:19,148[A ]| Forgot themselves and turned his murderers there. 062:19,149[A ]| The same loud storm blew the grave mitre down, 062:19,150[A ]| It blew down that$6#2$, and with it shook the crown. 062:19,151[A ]| Then first a state without a church begun; 062:19,152[A ]| Comfort thyself, dear church, for$3$ then it was done. 062:19,153[A ]| The same rude storm to$4$ sea great Mary drove, 062:19,154[A ]| The sea could no$2$ such dangerous tempest move. 062:19,155[A ]| The same drove Charles into the north, and then 062:19,156[A ]| Would rudelier far have driven him back again. 062:19,157[A ]| To$9$ fly from noise and tumults is no$2$ shame 062:19,158[A ]| Never will$1$ their armies force him to$4$ the same. 062:19,159[A ]| They all his castles, all his towns invade, 062:19,160[A ]| He is a large prisoner over all England made. 062:19,161[A ]| He must mot pass to$4$ Ireland's weeping shore, 062:19,162[A ]| The wounds these surgeons made, must yield them more. 062:19,163[A ]| He must not conquer his lewd rebels there, 062:19,164[A ]| Lest he should learn by$4$ that$6#2$ to$9$ do it here. 062:19,165[A ]| The sea they subject next to$4$ their commands, 062:19,166[A ]| The sea that$6#1$ crowns our kings, and all our lands. 062:19,167[A ]| Thus poor they leave him, their base pride and scorn; 062:19,168[A ]| As poor, as these, now mighty men, were born. 062:19,169[A ]| When straight whole armies meet in$4$ Charles's right, 062:19,170[A ]| How no$2$ man knows; but here they are, and fight: 062:19,171[A ]| A man would swear that$6#1$ saw his altered state, 062:19,172[A ]| Kings were called gods because they could create. 062:19,173[A ]| Vain men! it is heaven this swift assistance brings; 062:19,174[A ]| The same is lord of hosts, that$6#1$ is king of kings. 062:19,175[A ]| Had men forsook him, angels from above 062:19,176[A ]| (The Assyrian host did less their justice move) 062:19,177[A ]| Would all have mustered in$4$ his righteous aid, 062:19,178[A ]| And thunder against your cannon would have played. 062:19,179[A ]| It needs not so$5#2$; for$3$ man desires to$9$ right 062:19,180[A ]| Abused mankind; and, wretches, ye must fight. 062:19,181[A ]| Worcester first saw it, and trembled to$4$ the view, 062:19,182[A ]| Too well the ills of civil war she knew. 062:19,183[A ]| Twice did the flames of old her towers invade, 062:19,184[A ]| Twice called she in$4$ vain for$4$ her own Severn's aid. 062:19,185[A ]| Here first the rebel winds began to$9$ roar, 062:19,186[A ]| Broke loose from those just fetters which$6#1$ they bore. 062:19,187[A ]| Here mutinous waves above their shores did swell, 062:19,188[A ]| And the first storm of this dire winter fell: 062:19,189[A ]| But when the two great brethren once appeared, 062:19,190[A ]| And their bright heads like$4$ Leda's offspring reared, 062:19,191[A ]| When those sea-calming sons of Jove were spied, 062:19,192[A ]| The winds all fled, the waves all sunk, and died. 062:19,193[A ]| How fought great Rupert! with what rage and skill? 062:19,194[A ]| Enough to$9$ have conquered had his cause been ill. 062:19,195[A ]| Comely young man! and yet his dreadful sight, 062:19,196[A ]| The rebels' blood to$4$ their faint hearts does fright. 062:19,197[A ]| In$4$ vain alas it seeks so$5#1$ weak defence; 062:19,198[A ]| For$3$ his keen sword brings it again from thence. 062:19,199[A ]| Yet grieves he at the laurel thence he bore, 062:19,200[A ]| Alas, poor prince, they will$1$ fight with him no$2$ more, 062:19,201[A ]| His virtue will$1$ be eclipsed with too much fame; 062:19,202[A ]| Henceforth not he will$1$ conquer, but his name. 062:19,203[A ]| Here Sandys with tainted blood the fields did stain, 062:19,204[A ]| By$4$ his own sacrilege and Kent's curses slain. 062:19,205[A ]| The first commander did heaven's vengeance show, 062:19,206[A ]| And led the rebels' van to$4$ shades below. 062:19,207[A ]| On$4$ two fair hills both armies next are seen, 062:19,208[A ]| The affrighted valley sighs and sweats between. 062:19,209[A ]| Here angels did with fair expectance stay 062:19,210[A ]| And wished good things to$4$ a king as mild as they. 062:19,211[A ]| There fiends with hungry waiting did abide; 062:19,212[A ]| And cursed both but spurred on$4$ the guilty side. 062:19,213[A ]| Here stood religion, her looks gently sage; 062:19,214[A ]| Aged, but much more comely for$4$ her age. 062:19,215[A ]| There schism, old hag, but seeming young appears, 062:19,216[A ]| As snakes by$4$ casting skin renew their years. 062:19,217[A ]| Undecent rags of several dyes she wore 062:19,218[A ]| And in$4$ her hands torn liturgies she bore. 062:19,219[A ]| Here loyalty an humble cross displayed, 062:19,220[A ]| And still as Charles passed by$5$ she bowed and prayed. 062:19,221[A ]| Sedition there her crimson banner spreads, 062:19,222[A ]| Shakes all her hands, and roars with all her heads. 062:19,223[A ]| Her knotty hairs were with dire serpents twist, 062:19,224[A ]| And all her serpents at each other hissed. 062:19,225[A ]| Here stood white truth and her own host does bless, 062:19,226[A ]| Clad with those arms of proof, her nakedness. 062:19,227[A ]| There perjuries like$4$ cannon roared aloud, 062:19,228[A ]| And lies flew thick like$4$ cannon's smoky cloud. 062:19,229[A ]| Here learning and the arts met; as much they feared, 062:19,230[A ]| As when the Huns of old and Goths appeared. 062:19,231[A ]| What should they do? unapt themselves to$9$ fight, 062:19,232[A ]| They promised noble pens the acts to$9$ write. 062:19,233[A ]| There ignorance advanced, and joyed to$9$ spy, 062:19,234[A ]| So$5#1$ many that$6#1$ durst fight they knew not why. 062:19,235[A ]| From those who$6#1$ most the slow-souled monks disdain, 062:19,236[A ]| From those she hopes for$4$ the old monks' age again. 062:19,237[A ]| Here mercy waits with sad but gentle look 062:19,238[A ]| (Never, alas, had she her Charles forsook). 062:19,239[A ]| For$4$ mercy on$4$ her friends to$4$ heaven she cries 062:19,240[A ]| Whilst justice plucks down justice from the skies. 062:19,241[A ]| Oppression there, rapine and murder stood, 062:19,242[A ]| Ready as was the field to$9$ drink their blood. 062:19,243[A ]| A thousand wronged spirits amongst them moaned, 062:19,244[A ]| And thrice the ghost of mighty Strafford groaned. 062:19,245[A ]| Now flew their cannon thick through wounded air, 062:19,246[A ]| Sent to$9$ defend and kill their sovereign there. 062:19,247[A ]| More than he them, the bullets feared his head, 062:19,248[A ]| And at his feet lay innocently dead. 062:19,249[A ]| They knew not what those men that$6#1$ shot them meant, 062:19,250[A ]| And acted their pretence, not their intent. 062:19,251[A ]| This was the day, this the first day that$6#1$ showed, 062:19,252[A ]| How much to$4$ Charles for$4$ our long peace we owed. 062:19,253[A ]| By$4$ his skill here and spirit we understood, 062:19,254[A ]| From war nought kept him but his people's good. 062:19,255[A ]| In$4$ his great looks what cheerful anger shone! 062:19,256[A ]| Sad war and joyful triumph mixed in$4$ one. 062:19,257[A ]| In$4$ the same beams of his majestic eye, 062:19,258[A ]| His own men life, his foes their death espy. 062:19,259[A ]| Great Rupert this, that$6#2$ wing brave Wilmot leads, 062:19,260[A ]| White-feathered conquest flies over both their heads. 062:19,261[A ]| They charge as if alone they would beat the foe, 062:19,262[A ]| Whether their troops followed them or no$5$. 062:19,263[A ]| They follow close, and haste into the fight. 062:19,264[A ]| So$5#1$ swift the rebels fly, as if each fear, 062:19,265[A ]| And jealousy they framed, had met them there. 062:19,266[A ]| They heard war's music and away they flew, 062:19,267[A ]| The trumpets fright worse than the organs do. 062:19,268[A ]| Their souls which$6#1$ still did new by-ways invent, 062:19,269[A ]| Out at their wounded backs perversely went. 062:19,270[A ]| Pursue no$2$ more, ye noble victors stay, 062:19,271[A ]| Lest too much conquest lose so$5#1$ brave a day. 062:19,272[A ]| For$3$ still the battle sounds behind, and fate 062:19,273[A ]| Will$1$ not give all, but sets us here a rate. 062:19,274[A ]| Too dear a rate she sets, and we must pay, 062:19,275[A ]| One honest man for$4$ ten such slaves as they. 062:19,276[A ]| Streams of black tainted blood the field besmear, 062:19,277[A ]| But pure well-coloured drops shine here and there. 062:19,278[A ]| They scorn to$9$ mix with floods of baser veins, 062:19,279[A ]| Just as the ignobler moistures oil disdains. 062:19,280[A ]| Thus fearless Lindsey, thus bold Aubigny 062:19,281[A ]| Amidst the corps of slaughtered rebels lie, 062:19,282[A ]| More honourably than Essex ever was found, 062:19,283[A ]| With troops of living traitors circled round. 062:19,284[A ]| Rest to$4$ your valiant souls, ye sacred pair, 062:19,285[A ]| And all whose deaths attended on$4$ ye there. 062:19,286[A ]| You are kindly welcomed to$4$ heaven's peaceful coast 062:19,287[A ]| By$4$ all the reverence martyrs' noble host. 062:19,288[A ]| Your soaring souls they meet in$4$ triumph all, 062:19,289[A ]| Led by$4$ great Stephen their old general. 062:19,290[A ]| Go Wharton now, prefer thy flourishing state, 062:19,291[A ]| Above these murdered heroes' doleful fate. 062:19,292[A ]| Enjoy that$6#2$ life which$6#1$ thou durst basely save, 062:19,293[A ]| And thought a sawpit nobler than a grave. 062:19,294[A ]| Thus many saved themselves, and night the rest, 062:19,295[A ]| Night that$6#1$ agrees with their black actions best. 062:19,296[A ]| A dismal shade did heaven's sad face overflow, 062:19,297[A ]| Dark as the night slain rebels found below. 062:19,298[A ]| No$2$ gentle stars their cheerful glories reared, 062:19,299[A ]| Ashamed they were at what was done, and feared: 062:19,300[A ]| Lest wicked men their bold excuse should frame 062:19,301[A ]| From some strong influence given their rays by$4$ fame. 062:19,302[A ]| To$4$ duty they, order and law incline, 062:19,303[A ]| They who$6#1$ never erred from one eternal line, 062:19,304[A ]| As just the ruin of these men they thought, 062:19,305[A ]| As Sisera's was, against whom themselves they fought. 062:19,306[A ]| Still they rebellion's end remember well, 062:19,307[A ]| Since Lucifer the great, that$6#2$ shining captain fell. 062:19,308[A ]| For$4$ this the bells they ring, and not in$4$ vain 062:19,309[A ]| Well might they all ring out, for$4$ thousands slain: 062:19,310[A ]| For$4$ this the bonfires their glad brightness spread, 062:19,311[A ]| When funeral flames might more befit their dead: 062:19,312[A ]| For$4$ this with solemn thanks they vex their God, 062:19,313[A ]| And whilst they feel it, mock the almighty's rod. 062:19,314[A ]| They proudly now abuse his justice more, 062:19,315[A ]| Than his long mercies they abused before. 062:19,316[A ]| Yet these the men that$6#1$ true religion boast, 062:19,317[A ]| The pure, and holy, holy, holy, host. 062:19,318[A ]| What great reward for$4$ so$5#1$ much zeal is given? 062:19,319[A ]| Why, heaven has thanked them for$4$ it, as they thanked heaven. 062:19,320[A ]| Witness thou, Brainford, say thou ancient town, 062:19,321[A ]| How many in$4$ thy streets fell grovelling down? 062:19,322[A ]| Witness, the red coats weltering in$4$ their gore, 062:19,323[A ]| And died anew into the name they bore. 062:19,324[A ]| Witness those men blown high into the air. 062:19,325[A ]| All elements their ruin joyed to$9$ share. 062:19,326[A ]| In$4$ the wide air quick flames their bodies tore, 062:19,327[A ]| Then drowned in$4$ waves they are tossed by$4$ waves to$4$ shore. 062:19,328[A ]| Witness thou Thames who$6#1$ wast amazed to$9$ see 062:19,329[A ]| Men madly run to$9$ save their lives in$4$ thee, 062:19,330[A ]| In$4$ vain; for$3$ rebels' lives thou wouldst not save, 062:19,331[A ]| And down they sunk beneath thy conquering wave. 062:19,332[A ]| Good, reverence Thames, the best beloved of all 062:19,333[A ]| Those noble floods that$6#1$ meet in$4$ Neptune's hall, 062:19,334[A ]| London's proud towers which$6#1$ thy fair head adorn 062:19,335[A ]| Move not thy glory now (but grief and scorn). 062:19,336[A ]| Thou grievest to$9$ see the white-named palace shine, 062:19,337[A ]| Without the beams of its own lord and thine. 062:19,338[A ]| Thy lord, who$6#1$ is to$4$ all as good and free, 062:19,339[A ]| As thou, kind flood, to$4$ thine own banks canst be. 062:19,340[A ]| How does thy peaceful back disdain to$9$ bear, 062:19,341[A ]| The rebels' busy pride from Westminster? 062:19,342[A ]| Thou who$6#1$ thyself, dost without murmur pay 062:19,343[A ]| Eternal tributes to$4$ thy prince, the sea! 062:19,344[A ]| To$4$ Oxford next great Charles triumphant came, 062:19,345[A ]| Oxford the British muses' second fame. 062:19,346[A ]| Here learning with some state and reverence looks, 062:19,347[A ]| And dwells in$4$ buildings lasting as her books. 062:19,348[A ]| Both now eternal, but they had ashes been, 062:19,349[A ]| Had these religious vandals got but in$5$. 062:19,350[A ]| Not Bodley's noble work their rage would spare, 062:19,351[A ]| All books (they know) the chief malignants are. 062:19,352[A ]| In$4$ vain they silence every age before; 062:19,353[A ]| For$3$ pens of times to$9$ come will$1$ wound them more; 062:19,354[A ]| The temple's decent wealth, and modest state, 062:19,355[A ]| Had suffered, that$6#2$ their avarice, this their hate. 062:19,356[A ]| Beggary and scorn into the church they would bring, 062:19,357[A ]| And make God glorious, as they made the king. 062:19,358[A ]| O happy town to$4$ whom loved Charles his sight, 062:19,359[A ]| In$4$ these sad times gives safety and delight! 062:19,360[A ]| Thee fate with civil war itself does bless, 062:19,361[A ]| Scarce wouldst thou change for$4$ peace this happiness. 062:19,362[A ]| Amidst all the joys kind heaven allows thee here, 062:19,363[A ]| Think of thy sister, and shed then a tear. 062:19,364[A ]| What fights did this bad winter see each day? 062:19,365[A ]| Her winds and storms came not so$5#1$ thick as they. 062:19,366[A ]| Yet nought these far-lost rebels could recall, 062:19,367[A ]| Nor Marlborough's fate, nor Cirencester's fall. 062:19,368[A ]| Still, still for$4$ peace the gentle conqueror sues, 062:19,369[A ]| By$4$ his wrath they perish, yet his love refuse. 062:19,370[A ]| Not yet is that$6#2$ plain lesson understood, 062:19,371[A ]| Writ by$4$ kind heaven in$4$ Brook's and Hampden's blood. 062:19,372[A ]| Chad and his church saw where their enemy lay, 062:19,373[A ]| And with just red new marked their holiday. 062:19,374[A ]| Fond man! this blow the injured Crozier struck; 062:19,375[A ]| Nought was more fit to$9$ perish, but thy book. 062:19,376[A ]| Such fatal vengeance did wronged Chalgrove show, 062:19,377[A ]| Where Hampden both began, and ended too, 062:19,378[A ]| His cursed rebellion; where his soul is repaid, 062:19,379[A ]| With separation great, as that$6#2$ he made. 062:19,380[A ]| Hampden whose spirit moved over the goodly frame 062:19,381[A ]| Of the British world, and out this chaos came. 062:19,382[A ]| Hampden a man that$6#1$ taught confusion, art; 062:19,383[A ]| This treason's restless, and yet noiseless heart. 062:19,384[A ]| Hampden whose brain like$4$ Etna's shop appeared, 062:19,385[A ]| Where Thunder's forged, yet no$2$ sound outwards heard. 062:19,386[A ]| It was he contrived whatever bold Martin said, 062:19,387[A ]| And all the popular noise that$6#1$ Pym has made. 062:19,388[A ]| It was he that$6#1$ taught the zealous rout to$9$ rise, 062:19,389[A ]| And be his slaves for$4$ some feigned liberties. 062:19,390[A ]| Him for$4$ this great design hell thought most fit; 062:19,391[A ]| Ah, wretched man! cursed by$4$ too good a wit! 062:19,392[A ]| If not all this your stubborn hearts can fright, 062:19,393[A ]| Think of the west, think of the Cornish might. 062:19,394[A ]| The Saxon fury to$4$ that$6#2$ far-stretched place, 062:19,395[A ]| Drove the torn relics of great Brutus's race. 062:19,396[A ]| Here they of old did in$4$ long safety lie, 062:19,397[A ]| Compassed with seas, and a worse enemy. 062:19,398[A ]| Never till this time, never did they meet with foes, 062:19,399[A ]| More cruel and more barbarous, than those. 062:19,400[A ]| Ye noble Britons who$6#1$ so$5#1$ oft with blood 062:19,401[A ]| Of pagan hosts have died old Tamar's flood. 062:19,402[A ]| If any drop of mighty Uther still, 062:19,403[A ]| And Uther's mightier son, your veins does fill, 062:19,404[A ]| Show now that$6#2$ spirit, till all men think by$4$ you, 062:19,405[A ]| The doubtful tales of your great Arthur true. 062:19,406[A ]| Ye have shown it, Britons, and have often done, 062:19,407[A ]| Things that$6#1$ have cheered the weary setting sun. 062:19,408[A ]| Again did Tamar your dread arms behold, 062:19,409[A ]| As just and as successful, as of old. 062:19,410[A ]| He kissed the Cornish banks, and vowed to$9$ bring, 062:19,411[A ]| His richest waves to$9$ feed the ensuing spring. 062:19,412[A ]| But murmured sadly and almost denied, 062:19,413[A ]| All fruitful moisture to$4$ the Devon side. 062:19,414[A ]| Ye sons of war, by$4$ whose bold acts we see, 062:19,415[A ]| How great a thing exalted man may be. 062:19,416[A ]| The world remains your debtor that$3$ as yet, 062:19,417[A ]| Ye have not all gone forth, and conquered it. 062:19,418[A ]| I knew that$3$ fate some wonders for$4$ you meant, 062:19,419[A ]| When matchless Hopton to$4$ your coast she sent. 062:19,420[A ]| Hopton so$5#1$ wise he needs not fortune's aid, 062:19,421[A ]| So$5#1$ fortunate his wisdom's useless made. 062:19,422[A ]| Should both those two, his tried companions fail, 062:19,423[A ]| His spirit alone and courage would prevail. 062:19,424[A ]| Miraculous man! how would I sing thy praise, 062:19,425[A ]| Had any must crowned me with half the bays 062:19,426[A ]| Conquest has given thee, and next thy name, 062:19,427[A ]| Should Barclay, Slaning, Digby press to$4$ fame. 062:19,428[A ]| Godolphin thee, thee Greenville I would rehearse, 062:19,429[A ]| But tears break off my verse. 062:19,430[A ]| How oft has vanquished Stamford backwards fled, 062:19,431[A ]| Swift as the parted souls of those he led. 062:19,432[A ]| How few did his huge multitudes defeat? 062:19,433[A ]| (For$3$ most are ciphers where the number is great) 062:19,434[A ]| Numbers alas of men that$6#1$ made no$2$ more, 062:19,435[A ]| Than he himself ten thousands times told over. 062:19,436[A ]| Who$6#1$ hears of Stratton fight but must confess, 062:19,437[A ]| All that$6#1$ he heard or read before was less? 062:19,438[A ]| Sad Germany can no$2$ such trophy boast, 062:19,439[A ]| For$4$ all the blood these twenty years she has lost. 062:19,440[A ]| Vast was their army and their arms were more, 062:19,441[A ]| Than the host of hundred-handed giants bore. 062:19,442[A ]| So$5#1$ strong their camps it did almost appear 062:19,443[A ]| Secure, had neither arms nor men been there. 062:19,444[A ]| In$4$ Hopton breaks, in$4$ break the Cornish powers, 062:19,445[A ]| Few and scarce armed, yet was the advantage ours. 062:19,446[A ]| What doubt could be their outward strengths to$9$ win, 062:19,447[A ]| When we bore camps and magazines within? 062:19,448[A ]| The violent sword outdid their muskets' ire, 062:19,449[A ]| It struck the bones, and there gave dreadful fire. 062:19,450[A ]| We scorned their thunder, and the reeking blade 062:19,451[A ]| A thicker smoke than all their cannon made. 062:19,452[A ]| Death and loud tumult filled the place around, 062:19,453[A ]| With fruitless rage fallen rebels bit the ground. 062:19,454[A ]| The arms we gained, wealth, bodies of the foe, 062:19,455[A ]| All that$6#1$ a full-fraught victory would bestow. 062:19,456[A ]| Yet stayed not Hopton thus, but still proceeds, 062:19,457[A ]| Pursues himself through all his glorious deeds: 062:19,458[A ]| With Hartford and the prince he joined his fate, 062:19,459[A ]| (The Belgian trophies on$4$ their journey wait.) 062:19,460[A ]| That$6#2$ prince who$6#1$ oft had checked proud Waller's fame, 062:19,461[A ]| And fooled that$6#2$ flying conqueror's empty name. 062:19,462[A ]| Still by$4$ his loss this fertile monster thrived, 062:19,463[A ]| This serpent cut in$4$ parts rejoined and lived; 062:19,464[A ]| It lived and would have stung us deeper yet, 062:19,465[A ]| But that$3$ bold Greenville its whole fury met. 062:19,466[A ]| He sold like$4$ Decius his devoted breath, 062:19,467[A ]| And left the commonwealth heir to$4$ his death. 062:19,468[A ]| Hail, mighty ghost, look from on$4$ high and see, 062:19,469[A ]| How much our hands and swords remember thee. 062:19,470[A ]| On$4$ Roundway*Down, our rage for$4$ thy great fall, 062:19,471[A ]| Whet all our spirits and made us Greenvilles all. 062:19,472[A ]| One thousand horse beat all their numerous power, 062:19,473[A ]| Bless me! and where was then their conqueror! 062:19,474[A ]| Coward of fame! he flies in$4$ haste away, 062:19,475[A ]| Men, arms and name leaves as the victors' prey. 062:19,476[A ]| What helped these iron regiments which$6#1$ he brought? 062:19,477[A ]| That$6#1$ moving statues seemed, and so$3$ they fought. 062:19,478[A ]| No$2$ way for$4$ death but by$4$ disease appeared, 062:19,479[A ]| Cannon and mines, a siege, they scarcely feared. 062:19,480[A ]| Till against all hopes they proved in$4$ this sad fight, 062:19,481[A ]| Too weak to$9$ stand and yet too slow for$4$ flight. 062:19,482[A ]| The furies howled aloud through trembling air, 062:19,483[A ]| The astonished snakes fell sadly from their hair. 062:19,484[A ]| To$4$ Lud's proud town their hasty flight they took, 062:19,485[A ]| The towers and temples at their entrance shook. 062:19,486[A ]| In$4$ vain their loss they attempted to$9$ disguise, 062:19,487[A ]| And mustered up$5$ new troops of fruitless lies. 062:19,488[A ]| God fought himself, nor could the event be less, 062:19,489[A ]| Bright conquest walked the fields in$4$ all her dress. 062:19,490[A ]| Could this white day a gift more grateful bring? 062:19,491[A ]| Oh yes! it brought blest Mary to$4$ the king. 062:19,492[A ]| In$4$ Keinton field they meet, at once they view, 062:19,493[A ]| Their former victory and enjoy a new. 062:19,494[A ]| Keinton the place that$6#1$ fortune did approve, 062:19,495[A ]| To$9$ be the noblest scene of war and love. 062:19,496[A ]| Through the glad vale ten thousand cupids fled, 062:19,497[A ]| And chased the wandering spirits of rebels dead. 062:19,498[A ]| Still the loud scent of powder did they fear, 062:19,499[A ]| And scattered eastern smells through all the air. 062:19,500[A ]| Look, happy mount, look well for$3$ this is she, 062:19,501[A ]| That$6#1$ toiled and travailed for$4$ thy victory. 062:19,502[A ]| Thy flourishing head to$4$ her with reverence bow, 062:19,503[A ]| To$4$ her thou owest that$6#2$ fame that$6#1$ crowns thee now. 062:19,504[A ]| From far stretched shores they felt her spirit and might; 062:19,505[A ]| Princes and gods at any distance fight, 062:19,506[A ]| At her return well might she a conquest have, 062:19,507[A ]| Whose very absence so$5#1$ much conquest gave. 062:19,508[A ]| This in$4$ the west; nor did the north bestow 062:19,509[A ]| Less cause their usual gratitude to$9$ show. 062:19,510[A ]| With much of state brave Cavendish issued forth, 062:19,511[A ]| As swift and fierce as tempests from the north, 062:19,512[A ]| Cavendish whom every grace and every muse, 062:19,513[A ]| Kissed at his birth, and for$4$ their own did choose. 062:19,514[A ]| So$5#1$ good a wit they meant should not excel 062:19,515[A ]| In$4$ arms; but now they see it, and like$1$ it well. 062:19,516[A ]| So$5#1$ large is that$6#2$ rich empire of his heart, 062:19,517[A ]| Well may they rest contented with a part. 062:19,518[A ]| How soon forced he the northern clouds to$4$ flight? 062:19,519[A ]| And struck confusion into form and light. 062:19,520[A ]| Scarce did the power divine in$4$ fewer days, 062:19,521[A ]| A peaceful world out of wild chaos raise. 062:19,522[A ]| Bradford and Leeds propped up$5$ their sickly fame, 062:19,523[A ]| They bragged of Hosts and Fairfax was a name; 062:19,524[A ]| Leeds, Bradford, Fairfax's powers are all his own, 062:19,525[A ]| And quickly, as they vote men overthrown. 062:19,526[A ]| Bootes from his wain looked down below, 062:19,527[A ]| And saw our victories move not half so$5#1$ slow. 062:19,528[A ]| I see the gallant earl break through his foes, 062:19,529[A ]| In$4$ dust and sweat how gloriously he shows! 062:19,530[A ]| I see him lead the pikes! what will$1$ he do? 062:19,531[A ]| Defend him god! Ah whither will$1$ he go? 062:19,532[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the cannon mouth he leads; in$4$ vain, 062:19,533[A ]| They speak loud death, and threaten till they are taken. 062:19,534[A ]| So$3$ Capaneus two armies filled with wonder, 062:19,535[A ]| When he charged Jove and grappled with his thunder. 062:19,536[A ]| Both hosts with silence and pale terror shook, 062:19,537[A ]| As if they all, not he, were thunder-struck. 062:19,538[A ]| The courage here and boldness was no$2$ less, 062:19,539[A ]| Only the cause was better and success. 062:19,540[A ]| Heaven will$1$ let nought be by$4$ their cannon done 062:19,541[A ]| Since at Edge-hill they sinned and Burlington. 062:19,542[A ]| Go now, your silly calumnies repeat, 062:19,543[A ]| And make all papists whom ye can not beat. 062:19,544[A ]| Let the world know some way with whom you are vexed, 062:19,545[A ]| And vote them Turks when they overthrow ye next. 062:19,546[A ]| Why will$1$ ye die, fond men! why would ye buy 062:19,547[A ]| At this dear rate your country's slavery? 062:19,548[A ]| Is it liberty? what are those threats we hear 062:19,549[A ]| From the base rout? can liberty be there? 062:19,550[A ]| Why do ye thus the old and new prisons fill? 062:19,551[A ]| When that$6#2$ is the only why, because you will$1$! 062:19,552[A ]| Fain would you make God to$9$ thus tyrannous be, 062:19,553[A ]| And damn poor men by$4$ such a stiff decree. 062:19,554[A ]| Is it property? why do such numbers then 062:19,555[A ]| From God beg vengeance and relief from men? 062:19,556[A ]| Why are the estates and goods seized on$5$ of all 062:19,557[A ]| Whom covetous and malicious men miscall? 062:19,558[A ]| What is more our own than our own lives, but, oh, 062:19,559[A ]| Could Yeomans, or could Bourchier find it so$5#2$? 062:19,560[A ]| The barbarous coward, always used to$9$ fly, 062:19,561[A ]| Did know no$2$ other way to$9$ see men die. 062:19,562[A ]| Or is it religion? what then means your lies, 062:19,563[A ]| Your sacrilege and pulpit blasphemies? 062:19,564[A ]| Why are all sects let loose, that$6#1$ ever had birth 062:19,565[A ]| Since Luther's noise waked the lethargic earth? 062:19,566[A ]| It is madness only; which$6#1$ thou powers above, 062:19,567[A ]| Father of peace, mild lamb, and galless dove, 062:19,568[A ]| Gently allay, restore to$4$ us our sight, 062:19,569[A ]| And then, oh, say once more, Let there be light. 062:19,570[A ]| Speak to$4$ the restless sword, and bid it stay, 062:19,571[A ]| Stop plague and famine whilst they are yet on$4$ the way. 062:19,572[A ]| But if that$3$ still their stubborn hearts they fence, 062:19,573[A ]| With new earth-works and shut thee out from thence, 062:19,574[A ]| Go on$5$, great God, and fight as thou has fought. 062:19,575[A ]| Teach them, or let the world by$4$ them be taught. 062:20,000[' ]| < > 062:20,001[A ]| Thus like$4$ a deluge war came roaring forth, 062:20,002[A ]| The bending west overwhelmed, and rising north. 062:20,003[A ]| A deluge there; and high red tides the while 062:20,004[A ]| Overflowed all parts of Albions's bleeding isle. 062:20,005[A ]| For$3$ dire Alecto, risen from Stygian strand, 062:20,006[A ]| Had scattered strife and arms through all the land. 062:20,007[A ]| In$4$ a black hollow cloud, by$4$ ill winds driven, 062:20,008[A ]| She sat; overshadowed earth and frighted heaven. 062:20,009[A ]| Thus like$4$ Triptolemus through wide air she rode; 062:20,010[A ]| And all the fertile glebe with discords sowed. 062:20,011[A ]| The fatal seed still dropped she as she went, 062:20,012[A ]| And her own clouds with a shrill trumpet rent. 062:20,013[A ]| Great Britain's aged genius heard the sound, 062:20,014[A ]| Shook his grey head, and sunk into the ground. 062:20,015[A ]| The astonished ploughmen the sad noise did hear, 062:20,016[A ]| Looked up$5$ in$4$ vain, and left their work for$4$ fear. 062:20,017[A ]| Pale women heard it from afar, and pressed 062:20,018[A ]| The crying babes close to$4$ their panting breast. 062:20,019[A ]| The nightborn virgin stopped on$4$ Hopton*Heath; 062:20,020[A ]| Thrice filled the baleful trumpt with deadly breath; 062:20,021[A ]| Scarce had the fatal sound thrice strook the air, 062:20,022[A ]| When straight her own dear Gell and Brereton's there. 062:20,023[A ]| Men whom she loved, and twice had saved before 062:20,024[A ]| From Hasting's sword, when thousand fates it bore 062:20,025[A ]| On$4$ the keen point; when from his dropping blade 062:20,026[A ]| Warm souls reeked out, and mists around him made. 062:20,027[A ]| Just as the sword raised itself up$5$ to$4$ his prey, 062:20,028[A ]| In$4$ a blind cloud she snatched them both away. 062:20,029@v | Let now 062:20,029[A ]| (said she) 062:20,029@v | less villains fill their room, 062:20,030@v | These have a race of mischiefs still to$9$ come. 062:20,031[A ]| They have; and now meet here by$4$ her dread call, 062:20,032[A ]| To$9$ bear the curse of great Northampton's fall. 062:20,033[A ]| Up$5$ marched the loyal earl, and joyed to$9$ see 062:20,034[A ]| Their numbers, and vain odds for$4$ victory. 062:20,035[A ]| Still as he marched gay conquest near him kept; 062:20,036[A ]| But still (ah me!) she sighed, and still she wept. 062:20,037[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ their horse our troops advance; and see 062:20,038[A ]| The power of custom! at first charge they flee. 062:20,039[A ]| Their proud-mouthed cannon all forsaken lay; 062:20,040[A ]| Gaped with wide horror, but had nought to$9$ say. 062:20,041[A ]| Why do the conquering troops so$5#1$ far pursue, 062:20,042[A ]| And Edgehill's almost victory renew? 062:20,043[A ]| Whilst the brave earl engaged with enemies round, 062:20,044[A ]| Still gives a death, and still receives a wound? 062:20,045[A ]| O God! his horse is shot; it falls, and throws 062:20,046[A ]| The noble burden into a crown of foes. 062:20,047[A ]| Yet still he fought, till he on$4$ every side 062:20,048[A ]| With slaughtered corps had almost fortified 062:20,049[A ]| The place he stood in$5$; for$3$ each blow he struck, 062:20,050[A ]| Cut out a life and name from fate's large book. 062:20,051[A ]| At last he groans and reels with many a stroke; 062:20,052[A ]| The brambles round all dread the tottering oak. 062:20,053[A ]| They proffer life, but he to$4$ them disdains 062:20,054[A ]| To$9$ owe one drop in$4$ all his generous veins. 062:20,055[A ]| He scorns to$9$ accept the safety of his head 062:20,056[A ]| From villains, who$6#1$ their own had forfeited. 062:20,057[A ]| The fettered souls below of those he slew, 062:20,058[A ]| Cursed his free spirit, whilst up$5$ through air it flew. 062:20,059[A ]| Look back, great spirit, as thou dost mounting go; 062:20,060[A ]| And see thyself again in$4$ the field below. 062:20,061[A ]| Midst the loud throng behold thy gallant son, 062:20,062[A ]| Cut out his way to$4$ fame as thou hast done. 062:20,063[A ]| Like$4$ thee, in$4$ all but death, the brave youth is found, 062:20,064[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ too come too near thee by$4$ wound. 062:20,065[A ]| O stay, bright planet, stay a while, and view, 062:20,066[A ]| Our just revenge set more in$4$ red than you. 062:20,067[A ]| It is gone, and shades drop down on$4$ all; by$4$ night 062:20,068[A ]| The rebels now are saved; at more, by$4$ flight. 062:20,069[A ]| Ye bold Cornavian race, from hence begin 062:20,070[A ]| Your lesson, from hence dread the effects of sin. 062:20,071[A ]| Ope wide your gates; great Rupert is come down; 062:20,072[A ]| What wilt thou do, black Vulcan's noisy town, 062:20,073[A ]| Old Birmingham? loud fame to$4$ thee affords 062:20,074[A ]| A title from the make, not use of swords. 062:20,075[A ]| Did ever Pyracmon and big Brontes prove 062:20,076[A ]| The new-made thunders' force against their Jove? 062:20,077[A ]| The high born Welsh disdain a stop so$5#1$ base; 062:20,078[A ]| Down falls the barbarous Cyclops' sooty race. 062:20,079[A ]| They knock the earth, and every cave around 062:20,080[A ]| Echoes as loud, as to$4$ their anvils sound. 062:20,081[A ]| How bravely there the noble Denbigh lead? 062:20,082[A ]| Till, oh, wide death gaped in$4$ his wounded head. 062:20,083[A ]| An old and youthful soldier! O sad sight! 062:20,084[A ]| The crimson stream all stains his reverend white! 062:20,085[A ]| Go burn the wicked town, and let it all 062:20,086[A ]| Be one bright pyre for$4$ his great funeral. 062:20,087[A ]| Into one glowing forge the whole streets turn; 062:20,088[A ]| So$3$ Etna, Vulcan's other shop, does burn. 062:20,089[A ]| Too late the foolish rebels peace desire; 062:20,090[A ]| Like$4$ Paris's lust quenched when his Troy is on$4$ fire. 062:20,091[A ]| The ghosts see flames beneath, as they drop down, 062:20,092[A ]| And wondering think that$3$ still they view their town. 062:20,093[A ]| The neighbouring Rea starts back with pale affright, 062:20,094[A ]| To$9$ see his waves pierced through with dreadful light. 062:20,095[A ]| Lichfield's strong close beheld this light afar; 062:20,096[A ]| Beheld in$4$ vain, and still prepared for$4$ war. 062:20,097[A ]| Hence, ye profane; this is a sacred place; 062:20,098[A ]| Long hallowed by$4$ the peaceful mitred race 062:20,099[A ]| Of reverend Duina; fear to$9$ offend this see, 062:20,100[A ]| Founded at first, and built by$4$ victory. 062:20,101[A ]| Not here, oh, do not here proud ensigns spread, 062:20,102[A ]| To$9$ affright the ghost of canonised Ced. 062:20,103[A ]| The souls of thousand bishops midst ye stand, 062:20,104[A ]| And with heard prayers add strength to$4$ Rupert's hand. 062:20,105[A ]| Rupert is come, and the place stormed round; 062:20,106[A ]| All shapes of active mischief fill the ground. 062:20,107[A ]| Some whilst the walls (bold men!) they attempt to$9$ scale, 062:20,108[A ]| Drop down by$4$ a leaden storm of deadly hail. 062:20,109[A ]| Some with huge stones are crushed to$4$ dust beneath, 062:20,110[A ]| And from their hasty tombs receive their death. 062:20,111[A ]| Some leave their parted hands on$4$ the highest wall, 062:20,112[A ]| The joints hold fast a while, then quake, and fall. 062:20,113[A ]| Nature and art did courage overpower, 062:20,114[A ]| And the proud wall at last grew conqueror. 062:20,115[A ]| The unwearied prince scorns to$9$ be conquered so$5#2$; 062:20,116[A ]| The labouring spade and pickaxe sound below. 062:20,117[A ]| With a dire noise the earth and wall is rent, 062:20,118[A ]| High into air the unwilling stones are sent. 062:20,119[A ]| Twice all about, the ground did tremble there, 062:20,120[A ]| First with the violent shock, and next with fear. 062:20,121[A ]| The wicked guards thought it had some earthquake been, 062:20,122[A ]| Their souls confessed the guilt of Corah's sin. 062:20,123[A ]| A breach is made, and entered; but, oh, stay; 062:20,124[A ]| Sell not your valours or high fates for$4$ prey. 062:20,125[A ]| Whilst ye seek that$6#2$, behold our soldiers taken, 062:20,126[A ]| The matchless Digby hurt, and Ussher slain, 062:20,127[A ]| The rest driven back by$4$ their despairing steel, 062:20,128[A ]| Achilles*like, our victory slain in$4$ the heel. 062:20,129[A ]| Yet when their boiling veins did once begin 062:20,130[A ]| To$9$ cool and let some thought and providence in$5$; 062:20,131[A ]| When Rupert's spirit they weighed, a spirit no$2$ less 062:20,132[A ]| Driven on$5$ by$4$ ill, than spurred by$4$ good success, 062:20,133[A ]| They yield the place and their lives' forfeit save; 062:20,134[A ]| Reserved by$4$ fate for$4$ some less hallowed grave. 062:20,135[A ]| Unhappy men! who$6#2$ can your curses tell? 062:20,136[A ]| Damned, and infamed for$4$ fighting ill so$5#1$ well! 062:20,137[A ]| Such fate and edge did Lincoln rebels feel 062:20,138[A ]| < > flaming steel. 062:20,139[A ]| Oft did the noble youth whole armies chase; 062:20,140[A ]| Hector in$4$ his hands, and Paris in$4$ his face. 062:20,141[A ]| Oft from his sword the vanquished Parham fled; 062:20,142[A ]| The man looked big, and joyed when he was dead. 062:20,143[A ]| At last old Gainsborough his sad fall beheld; 062:20,144[A ]| And all along Trent's mournful waters swelled. 062:20,145[A ]| Too few the waves that$6#1$ thirty rivers brought. 062:20,146[A ]| The sullen stream crept silent by$4$ his shore, 062:20,147[A ]| Mute as the fish his populous current bore. 062:20,148[A ]| Whilst he, with thousand foes strewed lifeless by$5$, 062:20,149[A ]| In$4$ all the triumphs of brave death did lie. 062:20,150[A ]| Like$4$ some fair flower, which$6#1$ more say freshly gay, 062:20,151[A ]| In$4$ the field's general ruin mown away. 062:20,152[A ]| The hyacinth, or purple violet, 062:20,153[A ]| Just languishing, his coloured light just set. 062:20,154[A ]| Ill mixed it lies amidst the ignobler grass; 062:20,155[A ]| The country daughters sigh as by$4$ it they pass. 062:20,156[A ]| Meanwhile the Essexian army marched about; 062:20,157[A ]| Their Reading blaze by$4$ Chalgrove's storm blown out. 062:20,158[A ]| Down towards their camp avenging angels move; 062:20,159[A ]| Before them clouds of pale diseases drove; 062:20,160[A ]| Faintness, and thirst, madness, and sickly heats; 062:20,161[A ]| The brood God's wrath joined with man's sin begets. 062:20,162[A ]| Armed with this strength death sets at once on$4$ all 062:20,163[A ]| Their quarters; their proud boasts grow weak, and fall. 062:20,164[A ]| Oxford, a prisoner king, and wealthy prey, 062:20,165[A ]| (Bold, seely hopes) sunk into air away. 062:20,166[A ]| A deadly damp does their stiff veins surprise, 062:20,167[A ]| And leaden fate sits in$4$ their fixed eyes. 062:20,168[A ]| The sacred flame wanes in$4$ their tortured heads, 062:20,169[A ]| From thence through all the bones and marrow spreads. 062:20,170[A ]| Their feeble hands the weapons' burden hate, 062:20,171[A ]| And trembling knees deceive their bodies' weight. 062:20,172[A ]| Some fell like$4$ sickly autumn's yellowish leaves, 062:20,173[A ]| The deaths as silent then, as now their graves. 062:20,174[A ]| Some madly talk, blaspheme, and rave about, 062:20,175[A ]| The fiends and furies scourge their spirits out. 062:20,176[A ]| The pent-up fire in$4$ their wild heads does swell; 062:20,177[A ]| And their scorched souls drop roaring into hell. 062:20,178[A ]| Great God, thine hosts from such a curse defend; 062:20,179[A ]| May none but rebels' lives so$5#1$ sadly end! 062:20,180[A ]| Some whilst the watch and sentinels they keep, 062:20,181[A ]| Nod into a black and everlasting sleep. 062:20,182[A ]| Some, as they move, their ranks and lives forsake, 062:20,183[A ]| And a quick march to$4$ eternal quarters make. 062:20,184[A ]| Their fellows gaze around, amazed to$9$ espy 062:20,185[A ]| So$5#1$ many fall, and yet no$2$ Rupert nigh. 062:20,186[A ]| The Essexian ghosts below all wondering stood, 062:20,187[A ]| To$9$ see whole troops come down unstained with blood. 062:20,188[A ]| In$4$ vain they oft remove, change of the air, 062:20,189[A ]| Up$5$ march the vengeful angels of their rear. 062:20,190[A ]| Infections brought them in$5$ by$4$ every wind; 062:20,191[A ]| And swarmed of country curses crowd behind. 062:20,192[A ]| Towards London's frantic town the tawny host 062:20,193[A ]| Retreats, and there sighs forth a fruitless boast. 062:20,194[A ]| Before from Keinton such torn pride they brought, 062:20,195[A ]| Then God and man, but God alone now fought. 062:20,196[A ]| At the same time he fought almost alone, 062:20,197[A ]| When Waller's boastful powers were overthrown. 062:20,198[A ]| Both to$4$ their dens, well worried both, retreat, 062:20,199[A ]| There snarl, and grin, and brag which$6#1$ least was beat. 062:20,200[A ]| When (lo!) two armies by$4$ two princes led, 062:20,201[A ]| At Bristol's walls their conquering crosses spread. 062:20,202[A ]| Where beauteous Frome weds Avon's wealthy tide, 062:20,203[A ]| (Avon stout bridegroom, Frome a lovely bride) 062:20,204[A ]| Bristol, the goodly city, stands alone; 062:20,205[A ]| And sees two countries, but submits to$4$ none. 062:20,206[A ]| Herself alone a province large and wide, 062:20,207[A ]| For$3$ what in$4$ land she wants, in$4$ sea is supplied. 062:20,208[A ]| The furthest eastern waves her arms can tell, 062:20,209[A ]| And magellanic fishes know them well. 062:20,210[A ]| Nowhere can Thetis her blue head uprear, 062:20,211[A ]| Nowhere look round, and not see Bristol there. 062:20,212[A ]| All nature was her own by$4$ wide commerce, 062:20,213[A ]| And her rich streets saw all the universe. 062:20,214[A ]| Thus streams of wealth flowed in$5$ with every tide, 062:20,215[A ]| But in$4$ rushed fullness of bread, and pride. 062:20,216[A ]| Straight they the bonds of freest duty broke, 062:20,217[A ]| And from their necks cast Charles's gentle yoke. 062:20,218[A ]| Instead of him whom heaven did highest place, 062:20,219[A ]| The son of two great kingdoms' crowned race, 062:20,220[A ]| Whom did these senseless sinners choose to$9$ obey, 062:20,221[A ]| Whom but the unworthy seed of factious Say? 062:20,222[A ]| At once their faith and reason forsook; 062:20,223[A ]| The devil for$4$ God, and Fiennes for$4$ Charles they took. 062:20,224[A ]| In$4$ vain their strong-built castle makes them bold, 062:20,225[A ]| In$4$ vain, though it boast a prisoner king of old. 062:20,226[A ]| In$4$ vain, alas, they trust the works they have made, 062:20,227[A ]| And think our sword less powerful than the spade. 062:20,228[A ]| Should fates again give Briareus a birth 062:20,229[A ]| And all those great first rebels of the earth. 062:20,230[A ]| Should they assist your arms (as sure they do) 062:20,231[A ]| And cast up$5$ works of hills on$4$ hills for$4$ you. 062:20,232[A ]| Not those would guard this cause in$4$ which$6#1$ ye fight, 062:20,233[A ]| Nor Fiennes guard them although his cause were right. 062:20,234[A ]| Rupert this side, and Maurice that$6#2$, assail; 062:20,235[A ]| Never yet did Rupert, never did Maurice fail 062:20,236[A ]| In$4$ what their swords were drawn for$5$; at first sight 062:20,237[A ]| Of their keen blades did fate our victory write. 062:20,238[A ]| On$4$ this side Maurice with the nimble might 062:20,239[A ]| Of strong-limbed western youth, begins the fight. 062:20,240[A ]| They scorn the grimmest dangers of the place; 062:20,241[A ]| Still Lansdown, Stratton is still before their face. 062:20,242[A ]| They joy to$9$ kill their foes, they joy to$9$ die; 062:20,243[A ]| In$4$ the deep trenches proud and gasping lie, 062:20,244[A ]| Glad even in$4$ death, if they can fill them so$5#2$; 062:20,245[A ]| A stream of enemies' blood does downward flow. 062:20,246[A ]| But, oh, what devil misled those shot so$5#1$ right; 062:20,247[A ]| And added fate to$4$ their uncertain flight, 062:20,248[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ they Slaning, and Trevanion found? 062:20,249[A ]| They could not sure have meant so$5#1$ proud a wound. 062:20,250[A ]| Both hit, as if they had both a mind to$9$ spare; 062:20,251[A ]| Both in$4$ the thigh; but, oh, death crept in$5$ there! 062:20,252[A ]| Both matchless men! and friends so$5#1$ nearly grown, 062:20,253[A ]| That$3$ each felt least that$6#2$ wound which$6#1$ was his own. 062:20,254[A ]| Meanwhile great Rupert by$4$ main force possessed 062:20,255[A ]| Their blood-dyed works, and to$4$ victory pressed. 062:20,256[A ]| Into the streets they break; and all around 062:20,257[A ]| The groans of men, and shrieks of women sound. 062:20,258[A ]| There valiant Lunsford, there the hero fell, 062:20,259[A ]| And with rich blood did their base channels swell. 062:20,260[A ]| The accursed bullet his strong heart pierced through; 062:20,261[A ]| Away his spirit, swift as the bullet flew. 062:20,262[A ]| O sad! two minutes more had conquest shown; 062:20,263[A ]| Just now they beg their lives, and yield the town. 062:20,264[A ]| They march unarmed away; the conquerors give 062:20,265[A ]| A pardon, but fate only a reprieve. 062:20,266[A ]| Then first did Fiennes's conscience ache and smart, 062:20,267[A ]| Then first the vengeful serpents stung his heart. 062:20,268[A ]| His guilty soul shook with each blast of wind; 062:20,269[A ]| The tread of Rupert's horse still sounds behind. 062:20,270[A ]| Still on$4$ each side his murders vex his sight, 062:20,271[A ]| Bourchier on$4$ the left, and Yeomans on$4$ the right. 062:20,272[A ]| Halters and brands the angry figure shakes; 062:20,273[A ]| The palfry starts, the rider sweats and quakes. 062:20,274[A ]| Thus happy now was Bristol forced to$9$ be; 062:20,275[A ]| And Charles laid here fast hold upon$4$ his sea. 062:20,276[A ]| From hence great Maurice with his western force, 062:20,277[A ]| To$4$ Isca's stubborn siege turn back their course. 062:20,278[A ]| Isca an ancient,strong, and factious town; 062:20,279[A ]| Peace gave it wealth, and often wars, renown. 062:20,280[A ]| Here did the race of Saxon triumphs stay, 062:20,281[A ]| Troy's fatal seed they drove from hence away. 062:20,282[A ]| Hither the Danes' victorious poleaxe came; 062:20,283[A ]| It felt great Sweno's rage in$4$ blood and flame. 062:20,284[A ]| Yet they the swelling Norman durst oppose, 062:20,285[A ]| Till heaven itself, declared which$6#1$ side it had chose. 062:20,286[A ]| Down at his feet, down fell the unbattered wall; 062:20,287[A ]| The city's stones did homage first of all. 062:20,288[A ]| Strange was the sight; yet not so$5#1$ strange a show 062:20,289[A ]| That$3$ they fell then, as that$3$ they fell not now. 062:20,290[A ]| Thrice since that$6#2$ time did they a siege sustain; 062:20,291[A ]| First Courtney's wrath here tired itself in$4$ vain. 062:20,292[A ]| In$4$ vain did Warbeck's tragic pageant here, 062:20,293[A ]| With arms as weak, as his false claim, appear. 062:20,294[A ]| The painted rose was here discerned too well, 062:20,295[A ]| All his false leaves soon lost their hue and fell. 062:20,296[A ]| Much of good fame did this good action get; 062:20,297[A ]| And Henry's sword bears witness still of it. 062:20,298[A ]| Alas, thou wisest king, what hast thou done? 062:20,299[A ]| They will$1$ use it against thy best and greatest son. 062:20,300[A ]| Again they prove their faith, and nobly fight 062:20,301[A ]| Against sword, and famine, and the Cornish might. 062:20,302[A ]| The Cornish then rebel, the Cornish fall; 062:20,303[A ]| Their strength (we see) and boldness is not all. 062:20,304[A ]| The causes change now changes both their dooms; 062:20,305[A ]| Isca rebels, and Cornwall overcomes. 062:20,306[A ]| Warwick, the public pirate, brings them aid, 062:20,307[A ]| And dares, like$4$ an high tide, the land invade. 062:20,308[A ]| He seeks his prey both upon$4$ earth and sea; 062:20,309[A ]| So$3$ lives the doubtful crocodile and he. 062:20,310[A ]| What dares not he who$6#1$ can like$4$ Jonas sleep 062:20,311[A ]| In$4$ midst of his rebellion and the deep. 062:20,312[A ]| Who$6#1$ can a mind constant in$4$ sin retain 062:20,313[A ]| Amidst those dreadful wonders of the main, 062:20,314[A ]| Who$6#1$ fears no$2$ shipwreck, which$6#1$ the storms foretell, 062:20,315[A ]| When mutinous waves rise up$5$, and winds rebel! 062:20,316[A ]| And yet on$4$ Exe's streams he learned to$9$ fear, 062:20,317[A ]| There rose a new and deadlier tempest there. 062:20,318[A ]| The cannon's murdering blasts from either shore 062:20,319[A ]| Their canoes' pride and thin-built safety tore. 062:20,320[A ]| Here a tall ship sunk by$4$ degrees below, 062:20,321[A ]| The decks yet seen, now masts, and nothing now. 062:20,322[A ]| Here float the waves, and there the men about; 062:20,323[A ]| In$5$ rush the waves, and crowd their wet souls out. 062:20,324[A ]| Some feel hot wounds shot through the dashing flood, 062:20,325[A ]| They drink in$5$ water, and supplied it with blood. 062:20,326[A ]| Some, not yet slain, are caught by$4$ fish beneath, 062:20,327[A ]| And feel their painful burial before their death. 062:20,328[A ]| Here on$4$ the stream two ships for$4$ waters call; 062:20,329[A ]| The stream looks on$5$, and brings no$2$ help at all. 062:20,330[A ]| A natural hate though to$4$ the flame he bore, 062:20,331[A ]| He will$1$ not quench it; but hates the rebels more. 062:20,332[A ]| So$3$ cold and heat on$4$ Etna's top conspire, 062:20,333[A ]| Here frost lie bound, and by$4$ them breaks out fire. 062:20,334[A ]| A secure peace the faithful neighbours keep; 062:20,335[A ]| The emboldened snow next to$4$ the flame does sleep. 062:20,336[A ]| Some to$9$ avoid the fires embrace a wave; 062:20,337[A ]| Some, burning planks, from waves their life to$9$ save. 062:20,338[A ]| What help, alas, could in$4$ this change appear? 062:20,339[A ]| Only the death that$6#1$ is next them, that$6#2$ they fear. 062:20,340[A ]| Warwick beholds dead corps around him swim, 062:20,341[A ]| And their last breath heard, when it cursed him. 062:20,342[A ]| He dares not longer his just fortune try; 062:20,343[A ]| In$4$ haste, but slow, the battered vessels fly. 062:20,344[A ]| How was the hoping town that$6#2$ night dismayed, 062:20,345[A ]| When the next tide cast up$5$ to$4$ them their aid. 062:20,346[A ]| Thus happy Charles obtained without the sea 062:20,347[A ]| And without ships a naval victory. 062:20,348[A ]| This timely blow well broke the Exetrian pride; 062:20,349[A ]| Nor could they long our fierce assaults abide. 062:20,350[A ]| With Bristol's fate Stamford the town resigns; 062:20,351[A ]| No$2$ precedent so$5#1$ fit for$4$ him, as Fiennes! 062:20,352[A ]| Beware next, Plymouth; for$3$ if future things, 062:20,353[A ]| Never fail my prophesying muse, in$4$ what she sings, 062:20,354[A ]| Thy conquest soon fame from my pen shall get; 062:20,355[A ]| Meanwhile a sadder victory calls for$4$ it yet. 062:20,356[A ]| The imperial host before proud Gloucester lay; 062:20,357[A ]| From all parts conquest did her beams display. 062:20,358[A ]| Fear, sadness, guilt, despair at London meet; 062:20,359[A ]| And in$4$ black smokes fly thick through every street. 062:20,360[A ]| Their best towns lost, no$2$ army left to$9$ fight! 062:20,361[A ]| Charles strong in$4$ power, invincible in$4$ right! 062:20,362[A ]| If he march up$5$, what shall these wretches do? 062:20,363[A ]| They are troubled all; and hell was troubled too. 062:20,364[A ]| Beneath the silent chambers of the earth, 062:20,365[A ]| Where the sun's fruitful beams give metals birth. 062:20,366[A ]| Where he the growth of fatal gold does see, 062:20,367[A ]| Gold, which$6#1$ above more influence has than he. 062:20,368[A ]| Beneath the dens, where unfleshed tempests lie, 062:20,369[A ]| And infant winds their tender voices try. 062:20,370[A ]| Beneath the mighty oceans' wealthy caves; 062:20,371[A ]| Beneath the eternal fountain of all waves, 062:20,372[A ]| Where their vast court the mother waters keep, 062:20,373[A ]| And undisturbed by$4$ moons in$4$ silence sleep. 062:20,374[A ]| There is a place, deep, wondrous deep below, 062:20,375[A ]| Which$6#1$ genuine night and horror does overflow. 062:20,376[A ]| No$2$ bound controls the unwearied space; but hell, 062:20,377[A ]| Endless as those dire pains which$6#1$ in$4$ it dwell. 062:20,378[A ]| Here no$2$ dear glimpse of the sun's lovely face, 062:20,379[A ]| Strikes through the solid darkness of the place. 062:20,380[A ]| No$2$ dawning morn does her kind reds display; 062:20,381[A ]| One slight, weak beam, would here be thought the day. 062:20,382[A ]| No$2$ gentle with their fair drops of light 062:20,383[A ]| Offend the tyrannous and unquestioned night. 062:20,384[A ]| Here rebel minds in$4$ envious torments lie; 062:20,385[A ]| Must here forever live, forever die. 062:20,386[A ]| Here Lucifer, the mighty captive reigns, 062:20,387[A ]| Proud midst his woes, and tyrant in$4$ his chains. 062:20,388[A ]| Once general of a gilded host of spirits, 062:20,389[A ]| Like$4$ Hesper, leading on$5$ the spangled nights. 062:20,390[A ]| But down like$4$ lightning, which$6#1$ him struck, he came, 062:20,391[A ]| And roared at his first plunge into the flame. 062:20,392[A ]| Myriads of spirits fell wounded round him there; 062:20,393[A ]| With dropping lights thick shone the singed air. 062:20,394[A ]| Since them the dismal solace of their woe, 062:20,395[A ]| Has only been weak mankind to$9$ undo. 062:20,396[A ]| Round the fond earth their thin-wrought nets they throw; 062:20,397[A ]| Worlds of mad souls come crowding down below. 062:20,398[A ]| But their dear sin, the sin themselves dare boast, 062:20,399[A ]| The sin they love in$4$ man, and punish most, 062:20,400[A ]| Is proud rebellion, their great son, and sire; 062:20,401[A ]| Which$6#1$ kindled first, now blows the eternal fire. 062:20,402[A ]| A tall and dreadful fiend! with double face, 062:20,403[A ]| One virgin*like, and full of painted grace. 062:20,404[A ]| Fair seemed her hue, and modest seemed her guise; 062:20,405[A ]| Her eyes cast up$5$ towards heaven in$4$ holy wise. 062:20,406[A ]| From her false mouth kind words did always fly, 062:20,407@v | Religion, reformation, liberty! 062:20,408[A ]| Oft sung she psalms, and oft made zealous prayers; 062:20,409[A ]| All long and loud, to$9$ cheat the unknowing ears. 062:20,410[A ]| Her other face was grisly black of hue, 062:20,411[A ]| And from her staring eyes fierce lightning flew. 062:20,412[A ]| Her wicked mouth spoke proud and bitter things, 062:20,413[A ]| Blasphemed God's church, and cursed anointed kings. 062:20,414[A ]| Thousand wild lies from her bold lips there came; 062:20,415[A ]| Her words were bullets, and her breath was flame. 062:20,416[A ]| Thus as she went, she enraged the beastly rout, 062:20,417[A ]| And hurled unbounded ruin all about. 062:20,418[A ]| Like$4$ a rough wind all rest and peace she hates, 062:20,419[A ]| And joys in$4$ the earth-quakes of well-grounded states. 062:20,420[A ]| Good God! what hosts has this worst fiend of death, 062:20,421[A ]| Sent mangled to$4$ the unlovely lands beneath. 062:20,422[A ]| There factious Corah and his murmurers roar; 062:20,423[A ]| Still curse great Moses, but themselves much more. 062:20,424[A ]| Through gaping gulfs thither alive they fell; 062:20,425[A ]| And skipped over the first death, with haste to$4$ hell. 062:20,426[A ]| By$4$ them, the men, whose factious hiss and sting, 062:20,427[A ]| Did the just scourge of forked serpents bring. 062:20,428[A ]| How did their new-come souls start back with fear, 062:20,429[A ]| Meeting again their fiery serpents here! 062:20,430[A ]| David's proud son hangs up$5$ in$4$ flames by$4$ the hair; 062:20,431[A ]| A thousand fiends stand round and wound him there. 062:20,432[A ]| Still with fresh darts his dropping limbs they tore, 062:20,433[A ]| As Joab, and the young men did before. 062:20,434[A ]| By$4$ him the politic wretch, so$5#1$ fondly wise, 062:20,435[A ]| Forever hangs, and as he died, he dies 062:20,436[A ]| And curses both, and hell, and heaven, and all. 062:20,437[A ]| By$4$ them still Sheba does his trumpet sound; 062:20,438[A ]| Fool! for$3$ it calls the torturing fiends around. 062:20,439[A ]| And there lie those, who$6#1$ cut old Jacob's stem, 062:20,440[A ]| And rent in$4$ twain the Jessian diadem. 062:20,441[A ]| What though the tyrannous king their prayers denied? 062:20,442[A ]| What though God spoke it, and fate was on$4$ their side? 062:20,443[A ]| They who$6#1$ their princes' scourge disdained to$9$ bear, 062:20,444[A ]| Are by$4$ worse tyrants lashed with scorpions there. 062:20,445[A ]| There Baasha's head wears still a burning crown, 062:20,446[A ]| And Zimri, whose wild spirit came smoking down. 062:20,447[A ]| In$4$ such fierce flames the traitor now is fried, 062:20,448[A ]| That$3$ he thinks those scarce warm, in$4$ which$6#1$ he died. 062:20,449[A ]| What tongue can all these dismal stars of hell, 062:20,450[A ]| (As numberless, as those heaven shines with) tell? 062:20,451[A ]| But of all lands, (though all send millions in$5$) 062:20,452[A ]| More bountiful than Albion none hath been. 062:20,453[A ]| There thousand stubborn barons fettered lie, 062:20,454[A ]| And curse their old vain noise of liberty. 062:20,455[A ]| They who$6#1$ their angry sovereign to$9$ oppose, 062:20,456[A ]| The hateful yoke of France and Lewis chose. 062:20,457[A ]| A vain pretence from John's bad act they bring; 062:20,458[A ]| John was a fond wild man, but yet their king. 062:20,459[A ]| Next them their sons, who$6#1$ vexed old Henry's crown, 062:20,460[A ]| Blunted his sword, and his throne plucked down. 062:20,461[A ]| Who$6#1$ lopped all branches from the royal oak, 062:20,462[A ]| And into many parts the sceptre broke. 062:20,463[A ]| Montford the chief, the falsest son of earth, 062:20,464[A ]| Till these ungodly times gave ***** birth. 062:20,465[A ]| They who$6#1$ unhappy Edward cast so$5#1$ low, 062:20,466[A ]| His wicked queen around whose head does grow 062:20,467[A ]| A crown of torturing flame, that$6#1$ shines, and burns; 062:20,468[A ]| Her Mortimer close by$5$ forever mourns. 062:20,469[A ]| Their scorching lusts and all their hot desires 062:20,470[A ]| Are now extinquished quite by$4$ greater fires. 062:20,471[A ]| The unchristian bishop too who$6#1$ first did preach 062:20,472[A ]| What now these bishop-haters boldlier teach. 062:20,473[A ]| Tormenting heats his subtle brain surprise, 062:20,474@w | Oh mine head aches still mine head aches, 062:20,474[A ]| he cries. 062:20,475[A ]| But all the art and rage of death does still 062:20,476[A ]| Matrevers's spirit and barbarous Gurney's kill. 062:20,477[A ]| The pains that$6#1$ dying Edward felt before 062:20,478[A ]| Would seem his heaven, if only those they bore. 062:20,479[A ]| Nor did the second Richard's doleful end 062:20,480[A ]| A lesser troop to$4$ these black mansions send. 062:20,481[A ]| Hither his lords, hither his commons come; 062:20,482[A ]| No$2$ privilege can save them from the doom. 062:20,483[A ]| There Warwick lies, who$6#1$ like$4$ a god awhile 062:20,484[A ]| Raised and pulled down the king of Albion's isle. 062:20,485[A ]| There Gloucester whom no$2$ sacred life withstood 062:20,486[A ]| (Blood-thirsty man!) is drowned in$4$ boiling blood. 062:20,487[A ]| The deformed wretch grinning with pain does show 062:20,488[A ]| Far uglier now than any fiend below. 062:20,489[A ]| There too an endless multitude is spread, 062:20,490[A ]| By$4$ Kets and Cades and Tylers thither led. 062:20,491[A ]| Long darkness now their ignorance does repay; 062:20,492[A ]| Blind, stubborn men, that$6#1$ hither groped their way! 062:20,493[A ]| The accursed powder-traitors there remain, 062:20,494[A ]| (Never yet did hell, never shall such sinners gain) 062:20,495[A ]| Still by$4$ swift flames they are torn, and blown up$5$ high, 062:20,496[A ]| Still those swift flames the nimbler fiends supply. 062:20,497[A ]| But never did the large threshing-floor below 062:20,498[A ]| A richer crop than this year's harvest know. 062:20,499[A ]| At once whole fields of ripened traitors fell; 062:20,500[A ]| It is only peace breeds scarcity in$4$ hell. 062:20,501[A ]| Which$6#1$ that$3$ the Stygian tyrant might prevent, 062:20,502[A ]| He calls below a dreadful parliament. 062:20,503[A ]| Deep in$4$ a dismal den, Beelzebub's hall, 062:20,504[A ]| The fiends all meet at their grim sovereign's call. 062:20,505[A ]| From every part of that$6#2$ wide land they come; 062:20,506[A ]| The souls awhile rest from their endless doom. 062:20,507[A ]| They rest a while; but woe to$4$ man above! 062:20,508[A ]| For$3$ none but mighty ills these sessions move, 062:20,509[A ]| The change of a religion or a state, 062:20,510[A ]| Mischiefs of greatest consequence and weight. 062:20,511[A ]| The affairs of bleeding Britain called them now; 062:20,512[A ]| Alas, unhappy isle, what wilt thou do! 062:20,513[A ]| They all sit down, and from his direful throne 062:20,514[A ]| Of burnished flames the tyrant rose alone. 062:20,515[A ]| Much anger in$4$ his words, much in$4$ his look; 062:20,516[A ]| The fiends themselves, and all hell's empire shook. 062:20,517@b | My friends and fellow gods, 062:20,518@b | I need not, I suppose, the desperate state, 062:20,519@b | Of all our British hopes to$4$ you relate, 062:20,520@b | You have heard and seen it, and are ashamed, I know, 062:20,521@b | To$9$ see our bold confederates fallen so$5#1$ low, 062:20,522@b | Since coward Fiennes did from lost Bristol flee, 062:20,523@b | Against those solemn oaths to$4$ his god and me. 062:20,524@b | Which$6#2$ shall we endure? shall we sit tame and still, 062:20,525@b | Suffering a cause so$5#1$ unjust to$9$ thrive so$5#1$ ill? 062:20,526@b | Shall we behold long sleepy peace again, 062:20,527@b | The ills of Charles's dull and godly reign? 062:20,528@b | Shall we again the bishops' pride behold, 062:20,529@b | Which$6#1$ sixteen hundred years hath us controlled? 062:20,530@b | It must not be; by$4$ my great self I swear 062:20,531@b | Had I another heaven I would venture it here; 062:20,532@b | The cause is ours, ours the chief gain will$1$ be; 062:20,533@b | Is Say or Pym concerned so$5#1$ much as we? 062:20,534@b | Go then, haste all to$4$ Lud's seditious town; 062:20,535@b | Ye know and love it, scarce hell is more your own. 062:20,536@b | There is nothing now your great design to$9$ stay, 062:20,537@b | God, and his troublesome spirits are gone away. 062:20,538@b | I heard the voice, I heard it bid them go; 062:20,539@b | It was a good sound! they left Jerusalem so$5#2$. 062:20,540@b | Seek first the men who$6#1$ our high business sway, 062:20,541@b | Saint-John, the Vanes, Kimbolton, Pym and Say. 062:20,542@b | Without a noise possess their souls, get in$5$ 062:20,543@b | As subtly as the close original sin 062:20,544@b | Seizes the new-formed infant in$4$ the womb; 062:20,545@b | And let your acts show first that$3$ you are come. 062:20,546@b | Urge their loud fears, unmask their ugly guilt; 062:20,547@b | Too shallow is yet the stream of blood they have spilt; 062:20,548@b | Tell them they all on$4$ dangerous rocks are cast, 062:20,549@b | And some high tide must bring them off at last. 062:20,550@b | Bid them rush on$5$, break through all sins their way; 062:20,551@b | Vengeance behind overtakes them if they stay. 062:20,552@b | With such bold deeds let them the world amaze, 062:20,553@b | That$3$ men shall find no$2$ leisure to$9$ dispraise. 062:20,554@b | Tell them what mighty names they are like$5$ to$9$ grow, 062:20,555@b | Whilst modest Catiline blushes here below; 062:20,556@b | With shame and envy their high acts he sees, 062:20,557@b | And seems a Cicero when compared to$4$ these. 062:20,558@b | Tell them how brave a funeral they may have, 062:20,559@b | They and three kingdoms with them in$4$ one grave. 062:20,560@b | When they shall say to$4$ fate, you owe us more, 062:20,561@b | Than all your famines and sick years before, 062:20,562@b | When each shall public ruin round him see, 062:20,563@b | And as he falls, cry out, it was done by$4$ me. 062:20,564@b | Their gallant deeds (my friends) will$1$ ours excel; 062:20,565@b | We, we ourselves from heaven less nobly fell. 062:20,566@b | This at the worst; then brighter things suggest; 062:20,567@b | All the bold hopes that$6#1$ swell a traitor's breast, 062:20,568@b | Conquest with slaughter (else it will$1$ make no$2$ show), 062:20,569@b | The crown cast down to$4$ earth, the king more low, 062:20,570@b | The church's lands (alas, what is that$6#2$? it is less, 062:20,571@b | Than will$1$ suffice their very wantonness, 062:20,572@b | Much less their avarice), all the kingdom's wealth, 062:20,573@b | Theirs not as now by$4$ borrowing, plunder, stealth, 062:20,574@b | But openly confessed and by$4$ a law; 062:20,575@b | For$3$ such shall votes be then, and such their awe. 062:20,576@b | The estates and lives shall be their own of all 062:20,577@b | Whom they by$4$ unpopular names but please to$9$ call, 062:20,578@b | Their rage and furious avarice shall appear, 062:20,579@b | Boundless as Marius's sword and Sylla's spear. 062:20,580@b | If in$4$ their misty souls there chance to$9$ shine 062:20,581@b | The smallest peaceful glimpse of light divine, 062:20,582@b | Raise up$5$ new fogs, and thicken clouds apace, 062:20,583@b | Till all our night of hell confuse the place. 062:20,584@b | Next to$4$ their priests; use here all art and care; 062:20,585@b | Be you to$4$ them what they to$4$ the people are. 062:20,586@b | Their sordid souls with dull rewards inflame, 062:20,587@b | Large feasts and larger gifts and popular fame. 062:20,588@b | But sometimes shake the halter and the chain, 062:20,589@b | Show them their islands and new world again. 062:20,590@b | Bid them now groan and knock the pulpit more, 062:20,591@b | Pray longer and preach louder than before, 062:20,592@b | Bid them renew old blasphemies and fling 062:20,593@b | All texts of wicked princes at their king, 062:20,594@b | Bid them their mouth-granadoes cast about, 062:20,595@b | Till their own fires seize all the catching rout. 062:20,596@b | Then into every street your force divide, 062:20,597@b | Swarm like$4$ the plagues that$6#1$ scourged old Pharaoh's pride, 062:20,598@b | Men's breasts with thirst of blood and fury fill. 062:20,599@b | Spare not, for$3$ it will$1$ be thought God's spirit still. 062:20,600@b | Strengthen weak rebels and confirm the bold, 062:20,601@b | Add fuel to$4$ the hot, inflame the cold. 062:20,602@b | In$4$ different shapes to$4$ differing minds appear, 062:20,603@b | In$4$ shapes of hope and zeal and hate and fear. 062:20,604@b | Learn this wise art from your grand enemy Paul, 062:20,605@b | And to$9$ gain some, do you turn all to$4$ all. 062:20,606@b | Pluck from their hearts each mild and sober thought, 062:20,607@b | Till war and public woe with joy be bought 062:20,608@b | Even by$4$ the covetous, till pale cowards fight, 062:20,609@b | And all men crowd to$4$ ruin with delight. 062:20,610@b | Cease not, my friends, till you their ensigns spy, 062:20,611@b | Advanced against Charles's army and the sky. 062:20,612@b | The rest when once their banners spread ye see 062:20,613@b | Leave to$4$ the eternal justice and to$4$ me.