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121:01,000['  ]| <An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland.>
121:01,001[A  ]| The forward youth that$6#1$ would appear
121:01,002[A  ]| Must now forsake his muses dear,
121:01,003[A  ]| Nor in$4$ the shadows sing
121:01,004[A  ]| His numbers languishing.
121:01,005[A  ]| It is is time to$9$ leave the books in$4$ dust,
121:01,006[A  ]| And oil the unused armour's rust:
121:01,007[A  ]| Removing from the wall
121:01,008[A  ]| The corslet of the hall.
121:01,009[A  ]| So$3$ restless Cromwell could not cease
121:01,010[A  ]| In$4$ the inglorious arts of peace, <10>
121:01,011[A  ]| But through adventurous war
121:01,012[A  ]| Urged his active star.
121:01,013[A  ]| And, like$4$ the three-forked lightning, first
121:01,014[A  ]| Breaking the clouds where it was nursed,
121:01,015[A  ]| Did through his own side
121:01,016[A  ]| His fiery way divide.
121:01,017[A  ]| For$3$ it is all one to$4$ courage high
121:01,018[A  ]| The emulous or enemy;
121:01,019[A  ]| And with such to$9$ enclose
121:01,020[A  ]| Is more than to$9$ oppose. <20>
121:01,021[A  ]| Then burning through the air he went,
121:01,022[A  ]| And palaces and temples rent:
121:01,023[A  ]| And Caesar's head at last
121:01,024[A  ]| Did through his laurels blast.
121:01,025[A  ]| It is madness to$9$ resist or blame
121:01,026[A  ]| The force of angry heaven's flame:
121:01,027[A  ]| And, if we would speak true,
121:01,028[A  ]| Much to$4$ the man is due.
121:01,029[A  ]| Who$6#1$, from his private gardens, where
121:01,030[A  ]| He lived reserved and austere, <30>
121:01,031[A  ]| As if his highest plot
121:01,032[A  ]| To$9$ plant the bergamot,
121:01,033[A  ]| Could by$4$ industrious valour climb
121:01,034[A  ]| To$9$ ruin the great work of time,
121:01,035[A  ]| And cast the kingdom old
121:01,036[A  ]| Into another mould.
121:01,037[A  ]| Though justice against fate complain,
121:01,038[A  ]| And plead the ancient rights in$4$ vain:
121:01,039[A  ]| But those do hold or break
121:01,040[A  ]| As men are strong or weak. <40>
121:01,041[A  ]| Nature that$6#1$ hateth emptiness,
121:01,042[A  ]| Allows of penetration less:
121:01,043[A  ]| And therefore must make room
121:01,044[A  ]| Where greater spirits come.
121:01,045[A  ]| What field of all the Civil Wars,
121:01,046[A  ]| Where his were not the deepest scars?
121:01,047[A  ]| And Hampton shows what part
121:01,048[A  ]| He had of wiser art.
121:01,049[A  ]| Where, twining subtle fears with hope,
121:01,050[A  ]| He wove a net of such a scope, <50>
121:01,051[A  ]| That$3$ Charles himself might chase
121:01,052[A  ]| To$4$ Carisbrook's narrow case.
121:01,053[A  ]| That$3$ thence the royal actor born
121:01,054[A  ]| The tragic scaffold might adorn
121:01,055[A  ]| While round the armed bands
121:01,056[A  ]| Did clap their bloody hands.
121:01,057[A  ]| He nothing common did or mean
121:01,058[A  ]| Upon$4$ that$6#2$ memorable scene:
121:01,059[A  ]| But with his keener eye
121:01,060[A  ]| The axe's edge did try: <60>
121:01,061[A  ]| Nor called the gods with vulgar spite
121:01,062[A  ]| To$9$ vindicate his helpless right,
121:01,063[A  ]| But bowed his comely head,
121:01,064[A  ]| Down as upon$4$ a bed.
121:01,065[A  ]| This was that$6#2$ memorable hour
121:01,066[A  ]| Which$6#1$ first assured the forced power.
121:01,067[A  ]| So$3$ when they did design
121:01,068[A  ]| The Capitol's first line,
121:01,069[A  ]| A bleeding head where they begun
121:01,070[A  ]| Did fright the architects to$9$ run; <70>
121:01,071[A  ]| And yet in$4$ that$6#2$ the State
121:01,072[A  ]| Foresaw its happy fate.
121:01,073[A  ]| And now the Irish are ashamed
121:01,074[A  ]| To$9$ see themselves in$4$ one year tamed:
121:01,075[A  ]| So$5#1$ much one man can do,
121:01,076[A  ]| That$6#1$ does both act and know.
121:01,077[A  ]| They can affirm his praises best,
121:01,078[A  ]| And have, though overcome, confessed
121:01,079[A  ]| How good he is, how just,
121:01,080[A  ]| And fit for$4$ highest trust: <80>
121:01,081[A  ]| Nor yet grown stiffer with command,
121:01,082[A  ]| But still in$4$ the Republic's hand:
121:01,083[A  ]| How fit he is to$9$ sway
121:01,084[A  ]| That$6#1$ can so$5#1$ well obey.
121:01,085[A  ]| He to$4$ the Commons' feet presents
121:01,086[A  ]| A Kingdom, for$4$ his first year's rents:
121:01,087[A  ]| And, what he may, forbears
121:01,088[A  ]| His fame to$9$ make it theirs:
121:01,089[A  ]| And has his sword and spoils ungirt,
121:01,090[A  ]| To$9$ lay them at the public's skirt. <90>
121:01,091[A  ]| So$3$ when the falcon high
121:01,092[A  ]| Falls heavy from the sky,
121:01,093[A  ]| She, having killed, no$2$ more does search,
121:01,094[A  ]| But on$4$ the next green bow to$9$ perch;
121:01,095[A  ]| Where, when he first does lure,
121:01,096[A  ]| The falconer has her sure.
121:01,097[A  ]| What may not then our isle presume
121:01,098[A  ]| While Victory his crest does plume!
121:01,099[A  ]| What may not others fear
121:01,100[A  ]| If thus he crown each year! <100>
121:01,101[A  ]| A Caesar he before long to$4$ Gaul,
121:01,102[A  ]| To$4$ Italy a Hannibal,
121:01,103[A  ]| And to$4$ all states not free
121:01,104[A  ]| Shall climacteric be.
121:01,105[A  ]| The Pict no$2$ shelter now shall find
121:01,106[A  ]| Within his party-coloured mind;
121:01,107[A  ]| But from this valour sad
121:01,108[A  ]| Shrink underneath the plaid:
121:01,109[A  ]| Happy if in$4$ the tufted brake
121:01,110[A  ]| The English hunter him mistake; <110>
121:01,111[A  ]| Nor lay his hounds in$5$ near
121:01,112[A  ]| The Caledonian deer.
121:01,113[A  ]| But thou the Wars' and Fortune's Son
121:01,114[A  ]| March indefatigably on$5$;
121:01,115[A  ]| And for$4$ the last effect
121:01,116[A  ]| Still keep thy sword erect:
121:01,117[A  ]| Besides the force it has to$9$ fright
121:01,118[A  ]| The spirits of the shady night,
121:01,119[A  ]| The same arts that$6#1$ did gain
121:01,120[A  ]| A power must it maintain. <120>
121:01,000['  ]| <First published in the 1681 folio (C.59.1.8). Cancelled from all other copies >
121:01,000['  ]| <of the folio except Huntington 79660. Republished by Thompson in 1776.>
121:02,000@@@@@| 
121:02,000['  ]| <THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY >
121:02,000['  ]| <Of the Government under O.C.>
121:02,001[A  ]| Like$4$ the vain curlings of the watery maze,
121:02,002[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ smooth streams a sinking weight does raise;
121:02,003[A  ]| So$3$ man, declining always, disappears
121:02,004[A  ]| In$4$ the weak circles of increasing years;
121:02,005[A  ]| And his short tumults of themselves compose,
121:02,006[A  ]| While flowing time above his head does close.
121:02,007[A  ]| Cromwell alone with greater vigour runs,
121:02,008[A  ]| (Sun-like) the stages of succeeding suns:
121:02,009[A  ]| And still the day which$6#1$ he doth next restore,
121:02,010[A  ]| Is the just wonder of the day before. <10>
121:02,011[A  ]| Cromwell alone doth with new lustre spring,
121:02,012[A  ]| And shines the jewel of the yearly ring.
121:02,013[A  ]| It is he the force of scattered time contracts,
121:02,014[A  ]| And in$4$ one year the work of ages acts:
121:02,015[A  ]| While heavy monarchs make a wide return,
121:02,016[A  ]| Longer, and more malignant than Saturn:
121:02,017[A  ]| And though they all Platonic years should reign,
121:02,018[A  ]| In$4$ the same posture would be found again.
121:02,019[A  ]| Their earthy projects under ground they lay,
121:02,020[A  ]| More slow and brittle than the China clay: <20>
121:02,021[A  ]| Well may they strive to$9$ leave them to$4$ their son,
121:02,022[A  ]| For$3$ one thing never was by$4$ one king done.
121:02,023[A  ]| Yet some more active for$4$ a frontier town
121:02,024[A  ]| Took in$5$ by$4$ proxy, begs a false renown;
121:02,025[A  ]| Another triumphs at the public cost,
121:02,026[A  ]| And will$1$ have won, if he no$2$ more have lost;
121:02,027[A  ]| They fight by$4$ others, but in$4$ person wrong,
121:02,028[A  ]| And only are against their subjects strong;
121:02,029[A  ]| Their other wars seem but a feigned contest,
121:02,030[A  ]| This common enemy is still oppressed; <30>
121:02,031[A  ]| If conquerors, on$4$ them they turn their might;
121:02,032[A  ]| If conquered, on$4$ them they wreak their spite:
121:02,033[A  ]| They neither build the temple in$4$ their days,
121:02,034[A  ]| Nor matter for$4$ succeeding founders raise;
121:02,035[A  ]| Nor sacred prophecies consult within,
121:02,036[A  ]| Much less themselves to$9$ perfect them begin;
121:02,037[A  ]| No$2$ other care they bear of things above,
121:02,038[A  ]| But with astrologers divine, and Jove,
121:02,039[A  ]| To$9$ know how long their planet yet reprieves
121:02,040[A  ]| From the deserved fate their guilty lives: <40>
121:02,041[A  ]| Thus (image-like) a useless time they tell,
121:02,042[A  ]| And with vain sceptre strike the hourly bell;
121:02,043[A  ]| Nor more contribute to$4$ the state of things,
121:02,044[A  ]| Than wooden heads unto the viol's strings.
121:02,045[A  ]| While indefatigable Cromwell hies,
121:02,046[A  ]| And cuts his way still nearer to$4$ the skies,
121:02,047[A  ]| Learning a music in$4$ the region clear,
121:02,048[A  ]| To$9$ tune this lower to$4$ that$6#2$ higher sphere.
121:02,049[A  ]| So$3$ when Amphion did the lute command,
121:02,050[A  ]| Which$6#1$ the god gave him, with his gentle hand, <50>
121:02,051[A  ]| The rougher stones, unto his measures hewed,
121:02,052[A  ]| Danced up$5$ in$4$ order from the quarries rude;
121:02,053[A  ]| This took a lower, that$6#2$ a higher place,
121:02,054[A  ]| As he the treble altered, or the bass:
121:02,055[A  ]| No$2$ note he struck, but a new storey laid,
121:02,056[A  ]| And the great work ascended while he played.
121:02,057[A  ]| The listening structures he with wonder eyed,
121:02,058[A  ]| And still new stops to$4$ various time applied:
121:02,059[A  ]| Now through the strings a martial rage he throws,
121:02,060[A  ]| And joining straight the Theban tower arose; <60>
121:02,061[A  ]| Then as he strokes them with a touch more sweet,
121:02,062[A  ]| The flocking marbles in$4$ a palace meet;
121:02,063[A  ]| But, for$3$ he most the graver notes did try,
121:02,064[A  ]| Therefore the temples reared their columns high:
121:02,065[A  ]| Thus, before he ceased, his sacred lute creates
121:02,066[A  ]| The harmonious city of the seven gates.
121:02,067[A  ]| Such was that$6#2$ wondrous order and consent,
121:02,068[A  ]| When Cromwell tuned the ruling Instrument;
121:02,069[A  ]| While tedious statesmen many years did hack,
121:02,070[A  ]| Framing a liberty that$6#1$ still went back; <70>
121:02,071[A  ]| Whose numerous gorge could swallow in$4$ an hour
121:02,072[A  ]| That$6#2$ island, which$6#1$ the sea can not devour:
121:02,073[A  ]| Then our Amphion issues out and sings,
121:02,074[A  ]| And once he struck, and twice, the powerful strings.
121:02,075[A  ]| The Commonwealth then first together came,
121:02,076[A  ]| And each one entered in$4$ the willing frame;
121:02,077[A  ]| All other matter yields, and may be ruled;
121:02,078[A  ]| But who$6#2$ the minds of stubborn men can build?
121:02,079[A  ]| No$2$ quarry bears a stone so$5#1$ hardly wrought,
121:02,080[A  ]| Nor with such labour from its centre brought; <80>
121:02,081[A  ]| None to$9$ be sunk in$4$ the foundation bends,
121:02,082[A  ]| Each in$4$ the house the highest place contends,
121:02,083[A  ]| And each the hand that$6#1$ lays him will$1$ direct,
121:02,084[A  ]| And some fall back upon$4$ the architect;
121:02,085[A  ]| Yet all composed by$4$ his attractive song,
121:02,086[A  ]| Into the animated City throng.
121:02,087[A  ]| The Commonwealth does through their centres all
121:02,088[A  ]| Draw the circumference of the public wall;
121:02,089[A  ]| The crossest spirits here do take their part,
121:02,090[A  ]| Fastening the contignation which$6#1$ they thwart; <90>
121:02,091[A  ]| And they, whose nature leads them to$9$ divide,
121:02,092[A  ]| Uphold, this one, and that$6#2$ the other side;
121:02,093[A  ]| But the most equal still sustain the height,
121:02,094[A  ]| And they as pillars keep the work upright;
121:02,095[A  ]| While the resistance of opposed minds,
121:02,096[A  ]| The fabric as with arches stronger binds,
121:02,097[A  ]| Which$6#1$ on$4$ the basis of a senate free,
121:02,098[A  ]| Knit by$4$ the roof's protecting weight agree.
121:02,099[A  ]| When for$4$ his foot he thus a place had found,
121:02,100[A  ]| He hurls ever since the world about him round; <100>
121:02,101[A  ]| And in$4$ his several aspects, like$4$ a star,
121:02,102[A  ]| Here shines in$4$ peace, and thither shoots a war.
121:02,103[A  ]| While by$4$ his beams observing princes steer,
121:02,104[A  ]| And wisely court the influence they fear;
121:02,105[A  ]| O would they rather by$4$ his pattern won.
121:02,106[A  ]| Kiss the approaching, nor yet angry Son;
121:02,107[A  ]| And in$4$ their numbered footsteps humbly tread
121:02,108[A  ]| The path where holy oracles do lead;
121:02,109[A  ]| How might they under such a captain raise
121:02,110[A  ]| The great designs kept for$4$ the latter days! <110>
121:02,111[A  ]| But mad with reason, so$5#2$ miscalled, of state
121:02,112[A  ]| They know them not, and what they know not, hate.
121:02,113[A  ]| Hence still they sing hosanna to$4$ the whore,
121:02,114[A  ]| And her whom they should massacre adore:
121:02,115[A  ]| But Indians whom they should convert, subdue;
121:02,116[A  ]| Nor teach, but traffic with, or burn the Jew.
121:02,117[A  ]| Unhappy princes, ignorantly bred,
121:02,118[A  ]| By$4$ malice some, by$4$ error more misled;
121:02,119[A  ]| If gracious heaven to$4$ my life give length,
121:02,120[A  ]| Leisure to$4$ time, and to$4$ my weakness strength, <120>
121:02,121[A  ]| Then shall I once with graver accents shake 
121:02,122[A  ]| Your regal sloth, and your long slumbers wake:
121:02,123[A  ]| Like$4$ the shrill huntsman that$6#1$ prevents the east,
121:02,124[A  ]| Winding his horn to$4$ kings that$6#1$ chase the beast.
121:02,125[A  ]| Till then my muse shall hollow far behind
121:02,126[A  ]| Angelic Cromwell who$6#1$ outwings the wind;
121:02,127[A  ]| And in$4$ dark nights, and in$4$ cold days alone
121:02,128[A  ]| Pursues the monster thorough every throne:
121:02,129[A  ]| Which$6#1$ shrinking to$4$ her Roman den impure,
121:02,130[A  ]| Gnashes her gory teeth; nor there secure. <130>
121:02,131[A  ]| Hence oft I think, if in$4$ some happy hour 
121:02,132[A  ]| High grace should meet in$4$ one with highest power,
121:02,133[A  ]| And then a seasonable people still
121:02,134[A  ]| Should bend to$4$ his, as he to$4$ heaven's will$0$,
121:02,135[A  ]| What we might hope, what wonderful effect
121:02,136[A  ]| From such a wished conjuncture might reflect.
121:02,137[A  ]| Sure, the mysterious work, where none withstand,
121:02,138[A  ]| Would forthwith finish under such a hand:
121:02,139[A  ]| Foreshortened time its useless course would stay,
121:02,140[A  ]| And soon precipitate the latest day. <140>
121:02,141[A  ]| But a thick cloud about that$6#2$ morning lies, 
121:02,142[A  ]| And intercepts the beams of mortal eyes,
121:02,143[A  ]| That$3$ it is the most which$6#1$ we determine can,
121:02,144[A  ]| If these the times, then this must be the man.
121:02,145[A  ]| And well he therefore does, and well has guessed,
121:02,146[A  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his age has always forward pressed:
121:02,147[A  ]| And knowing not where heaven's choice may light,
121:02,148[A  ]| Girds yet his sword, and ready stands to$9$ fight;
121:02,149[A  ]| But men alas, as if they nothing cared,
121:02,150[A  ]| Look on$5$, all unconcerned, or unprepared; <150>
121:02,151[A  ]| And stars still fall, and still the dragon's tail 
121:02,152[A  ]| Swinges the volumes of its horrid flail.
121:02,153[A  ]| For$3$ the great justice that$6#1$ did first suspend
121:02,154[A  ]| The world by$4$ sin, does by$4$ the same extend.
121:02,155[A  ]| Hence that$6#2$ blest day still counterpoised wastes,
121:02,156[A  ]| The ill delaying, what the elected hastes;
121:02,157[A  ]| Hence landing nature to$4$ new seas is tossed,
121:02,158[A  ]| And good designs still with their authors lost.
121:02,159[A  ]| And thou, great Cromwell, for$4$ whose happy birth
121:02,160[A  ]| A mould was chosen out of better earth; <160>
121:02,161[A  ]| Whose saint-like mother we did lately see 
121:02,162[A  ]| Live out an age, long as a pedigree;
121:02,163[A  ]| That$3$ she might seem, could we the Fall dispute,
121:02,164[A  ]| To$9$ have smelled the blossom, and not eat the fruit;
121:02,165[A  ]| Though none does of more lasting parents grow,
121:02,166[A  ]| But never any did them honour so$5#2$;
121:02,167[A  ]| Though thou thine heart from evil still unstained,
121:02,168[A  ]| And always hast thy tongue from fraud refrained;
121:02,169[A  ]| Thou, who$6#1$ so$5#1$ oft through storms of thundering lead
121:02,170[A  ]| Hast born securely thine undaunted head, <170>
121:02,171[A  ]| Thy breast through poniarding conspiracies, 
121:02,172[A  ]| Drawn from the sheath of lying prophecies;
121:02,173[A  ]| Thee proof beyond all other force or skill,
121:02,174[A  ]| Our sins endanger, and shall one day kill.
121:02,175[A  ]| How near they failed, and in$4$ thy sudden fall
121:02,176[A  ]| At once assayed to$9$ overturn us all.
121:02,177[A  ]| Our brutish fury struggling to$9$ be free,
121:02,178[A  ]| Hurried thy horses while they hurried thee.
121:02,179[A  ]| When thou hadst almost quit thy mortal cares,
121:02,180[A  ]| And soiled in$4$ dust thy crown of silver hairs. <180>
121:02,181[A  ]| Let this one sorrow interweave among 
121:02,182[A  ]| The other glories of our yearly song.
121:02,183[A  ]| Like$4$ skilful looms which$6#1$ through the costly thread
121:02,184[A  ]| Of purling ore, a shining wave do shed:
121:02,185[A  ]| So$3$ shall the tears we on$4$ past grief employ,
121:02,186[A  ]| Still as they trickle, glitter in$4$ our joy.
121:02,187[A  ]| So$3$ with more modesty we may be true,
121:02,188[A  ]| And speak as of the dead the praises due:
121:02,189[A  ]| While impious men deceived with pleasure short,
121:02,190[A  ]| On$4$ their own hopes shall find the fall retort. <190>
121:02,191[A  ]| But the poor beasts wanting their noble guide, 
121:02,192[A  ]| What could they more? shrunk guiltily aside.
121:02,193[A  ]| First winged fear transports them far away,
121:02,194[A  ]| And leaden sorrow then their flight did stay.
121:02,195[A  ]| See how they each his towering crest abate,
121:02,196[A  ]| And the green grass, and their known mangers hate,
121:02,197[A  ]| Nor through wide nostrils snuff the wanton air,
121:02,198[A  ]| Nor their round hooves, or curled manes compare;
121:02,199[A  ]| With wandering eyes, and restless ears they stood,
121:02,200[A  ]| And with shrill neighings asked him of the wood. <200>
121:02,201[A  ]| Thou Cromwell falling, not a stupid tree, 
121:02,202[A  ]| Or rock so$5#1$ savage, but it mourned for$4$ thee:
121:02,203[A  ]| And all about was heard a panic groan,
121:02,204[A  ]| As if that$3$ Nature's self were overthrown.
121:02,205[A  ]| It seemed the earth did from the centre tear;
121:02,206[A  ]| It seemed the sun was fallen out of the sphere:
121:02,207[A  ]| Justice obstructed lay, and reason fooled;
121:02,208[A  ]| Courage disheartened, and religion cooled.
121:02,209[A  ]| A dismal silence through the palace went,
121:02,210[A  ]| And then loud shrieks the vaulted marbles rent. <210>
121:02,211[A  ]| Such as the dying chorus sings by$4$ turns,
121:02,212[A  ]| And to$4$ deaf seas, and ruthless tempests mourns, 
121:02,213[A  ]| When now they sink, and now the plundering streams
121:02,214[A  ]| Break up$5$ each deck, and rip the oaken seams.
121:02,215[A  ]| But thee triumphant hence the fiery car,
121:02,216[A  ]| And fiery steeds had born out of the war,
121:02,217[A  ]| From the low world, and thankless men above,
121:02,218[A  ]| Unto the kingdom blest of peace and love:
121:02,219[A  ]| We only mourned ourselves, in$4$ thine ascent,
121:02,220[A  ]| Whom thou hadst left beneath with mantle rent. <220>
121:02,221[A  ]| For$3$ all delight of life thou then didst lose,
121:02,222[A  ]| When to$9$ command, thou didst thyself depose; 
121:02,223[A  ]| Resigning up$5$ thy privacy so$5#1$ dear,
121:02,224[A  ]| To$9$ turn the headstrong people's charioteer;
121:02,225[A  ]| For$3$ to$9$ be Cromwell was a greater thing,
121:02,226[A  ]| Than ought below, or yet above a king:
121:02,227[A  ]| Therefore thou rather didst thyself depress,
121:02,228[A  ]| Yielding to$9$ rule, because it made thee less.
121:02,229[A  ]| For$3$, neither didst thou from the first apply
121:02,230[A  ]| Thy sober spirit unto things too high, <230>
121:02,231[A  ]| But in$4$ thine own fields exercisedst long,
121:02,232[A  ]| An healthful mind within a body strong; 
121:02,233[A  ]| Till at the seventh time thou in$4$ the skies,
121:02,234[A  ]| As a small cloud, like$4$ a man's hand didst rise;
121:02,235[A  ]| Then did thick mists and winds the air deform,
121:02,236[A  ]| And down at last thou pouredst the fertile storm;
121:02,237[A  ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ the thirsty land did plenty bring,
121:02,238[A  ]| But though forewarned, overtook and wet the king.
121:02,239[A  ]| What since he did, an higher force him pushed
121:02,240[A  ]| Still from behind, and it before him rushed, <240>
121:02,241[A  ]| Though undiscerned among the tumult blind,
121:02,242[A  ]| Who$6#1$ think those high decrees by$4$ man designed. 
121:02,243[A  ]| It was heaven would not that$3$ his power should cease,
121:02,244[A  ]| But walk still middle betwixt war and peace;
121:02,245[A  ]| Choosing each stone, and poising every weight,
121:02,246[A  ]| Trying the measures of the breadth and height;
121:02,247[A  ]| Here pulling down, and there erecting new,
121:02,248[A  ]| Founding a firm state by$4$ proportions true.
121:02,249[A  ]| When Gideon so$5#2$ did from the war retreat,
121:02,250[A  ]| Yet by$4$ the conquest of two kings grown great, <250>
121:02,251[A  ]| He on$4$ the peace extends a warlike power,
121:02,252[A  ]| And Israel silent saw him raze the tower; 
121:02,253[A  ]| And how he Succoth's Elders durst suppress,
121:02,254[A  ]| With thorns and briars of the wilderness.
121:02,255[A  ]| No$2$ king might ever such a force have done;
121:02,256[A  ]| Yet would not he be lord, nor yet his son.
121:02,257[A  ]| Thou with the same strength, and a heart as plain,
121:02,258[A  ]| Didst (like$4$ thine olive) still refuse to$9$ reign;
121:02,259[A  ]| Though why should others all thy labour spoil,
121:02,260[A  ]| And brambles be anointed with thine oil, <260>
121:02,261[A  ]| Whose climbing flame, without a timely stop,
121:02,262[A  ]| Had quickly levelled every cedar's top. 
121:02,263[A  ]| Therefore first growing to$4$ thyself a law,
121:02,264[A  ]| The ambitious shrubs thou in$4$ just time didst awe.
121:02,265[A  ]| So$3$ have I seen at sea, when whirling winds,
121:02,266[A  ]| Hurry the bark, but more the seamen's minds,
121:02,267[A  ]| Who$6#1$ with mistaken course salute the sand,
121:02,268[A  ]| And threatening rocks misapprehend for$4$ land;
121:02,269[A  ]| While baleful Tritons to$4$ the shipwreck guide.
121:02,270[A  ]| And corposants along the tacklings slide. <270>
121:02,271[A  ]| The passengers all wearied out before,
121:02,272[A  ]| Giddy, and wishing for$4$ the fatal shore; 
121:02,273[A  ]| Some lusty mate, who$6#1$ with more careful eye
121:02,274[A  ]| Counted the hours, and every star did spy,
121:02,275[A  ]| The helm does from the artless steersman strain,
121:02,276[A  ]| And doubles back unto the safer main.
121:02,277[A  ]| What though a while they grumble discontent,
121:02,278[A  ]| Saving himself he does their loss prevent.
121:02,279[A  ]| It is not a freedom, that$6#2$ where all command;
121:02,280[A  ]| Nor tyranny, where one does them withstand: <280>
121:02,281[A  ]| But who$6#1$ of both the bounders knows to$9$ lay
121:02,282[A  ]| Him as their father must the state obey. 
121:02,283[A  ]| Thou, and thine house, like$4$ Noah's Eight did rest,
121:02,284[A  ]| Left by$4$ the wars' flood on$4$ the mountains' crest:
121:02,285[A  ]| And the large vale lay subject to$4$ thy will$0$,
121:02,286[A  ]| Which$6#1$ thou but as an husbandman would till:
121:02,287[A  ]| And only didst for$4$ others plant the vine
121:02,288[A  ]| Of liberty, not drunken with its Wine.
121:02,289[A  ]| That$6#2$ sober liberty which$6#1$ men may have,
121:02,290[A  ]| That$6#1$ they enjoy, but more they vainly crave: <290>
121:02,291[A  ]| And such as to$4$ their parents' tents do press,
121:02,292[A  ]| May show their own, not see his nakedness. 
121:02,293[A  ]| Yet such a Chammish issue still does rage,
121:02,294[A  ]| The shame and plague both of the land and age,
121:02,295[A  ]| Who$6#1$ watched thy halting, and thy fall deride,
121:02,296[A  ]| Rejoicing when thy foot has slipped aside;
121:02,297[A  ]| That$3$ their new king might the fifth sceptre shake,
121:02,298[A  ]| And make the world, by$4$ his example, quake:
121:02,299[A  ]| Whose frantic army should they want for$4$ men
121:02,300[A  ]| Might muster heresies, so$3$ one were ten. <300>
121:02,301[A  ]| What thy misfortune, they the spirit call,
121:02,302[A  ]| And their religion only is to$9$ fall. 
121:02,303[A  ]| Oh Mahomet! now couldst thou rise again,
121:02,304[A  ]| Thy falling-sickness should have made thee reign,
121:02,305[A  ]| While Feake and Simpson would in$4$ many a tome,
121:02,306[A  ]| Have writ the comments of thy sacred foam:
121:02,307[A  ]| For$3$ soon thou mightst have past among their rant
121:02,308[A  ]| Were it but for$4$ thine unmoved tulipant;
121:02,309[A  ]| As thou must needs have owned them of thy band
121:02,310[A  ]| For$4$ prophecies fit to$9$ be Alcorand. <310>
121:02,311[A  ]| Accursed locusts, whom your king does spit
121:02,312[A  ]| Out of the centre of the unbottomed pit; 
121:02,313[A  ]| Wanderers, adulterers, liers, Munser's rest,
121:02,314[A  ]| Sorcerers, atheists, Jesuites, possessed;
121:02,315[A  ]| You who$6#1$ the scriptures and the laws deface
121:02,316[A  ]| With the same liberty as points and lace;
121:02,317[A  ]| Oh race most hypocritically strict!
121:02,318[A  ]| Bent to$9$ reduce us to$4$ the ancient Pict;
121:02,319[A  ]| Well may you act the Adam and the Eve;
121:02,320[A  ]| Ay, and the serpent too that$6#1$ did deceive. <320>
121:02,321[A  ]| But the great captain, now the danger's over,
121:02,322[A  ]| Makes you for$4$ his sake tremble one fit more; 
121:02,323[A  ]| And, to$4$ your spite, returning yet alive
121:02,324[A  ]| Does with himself all that$6#1$ is good revive.
121:02,325[A  ]| So$3$ when first man did through the morning new
121:02,326[A  ]| See the bright sun his shining race pursue,
121:02,327[A  ]| All day he followed with unwearied sight,
121:02,328[A  ]| Pleased with that$6#2$ other world of moving light;
121:02,329[A  ]| But thought him when he missed his setting beams,
121:02,330[A  ]| Sunk in$4$ the hills, or plunged below the streams. <330>
121:02,331[A  ]| While dismal blacks hung round the universe,
121:02,332[A  ]| And stars (like$4$ tapers) burned upon$4$ his hearse: 
121:02,333[A  ]| And owls and ravens with their screeching noise
121:02,334[A  ]| Did make the funerals sadder by$4$ their joys.
121:02,335[A  ]| His weeping eyes the doleful vigils keep,
121:02,336[A  ]| Not knowing yet the night was made for$4$ sleep:
121:02,337[A  ]| Still to$4$ the west, where he him lost, he turned,
121:02,338[A  ]| And with such accents, as despairing, mourned:
121:02,339[A  ]| Why did mine eyes once see so$5#1$ bright a ray;
121:02,340[A  ]| Or why day last no$2$ longer than a day? <340>
121:02,341[A  ]| When straight the sun behind him he descried,
121:02,342[A  ]| Smiling serenely from the further side. 
121:02,343[A  ]| So$3$ while our star that$6#1$ gives us light and heat,
121:02,344[A  ]| Seemed now a long and gloomy night to$9$ threat,
121:02,345[A  ]| Up$5$ from the other world his flame he darts,
121:02,346[A  ]| And princes shining through their windows starts;
121:02,347[A  ]| Who$6#1$ their suspected counsellors refuse,
121:02,348[A  ]| And credulous ambassadors accuse.
121:02,349@w   | "Is this", 
121:02,349[A  ]| saith one, 
121:02,349@w   | "the nation that$6#1$ we read
121:02,350@w   | Spent with both wars, under a captain dead? <350>
121:02,351@w   | Yet rig a navy while we dress us late;
121:02,352@w   | And before we dine, raze and rebuild our state. 
121:02,353@w   | What oaken forests, and what golden mines!
121:02,354@w   | What mints of men, what union of designs!
121:02,355@w   | Unless their ships, do, as their fowl proceed
121:02,356@w   | Of shedding leaves, that$6#1$ with their ocean breed.
121:02,357@w   | Theirs are not ships, but rather arks of war,
121:02,358@w   | And beaked promontories sailed from far;
121:02,359@w   | Of floating islands a new hatched nest;
121:02,360@w   | A fleet of worlds, of other worlds in$4$ quest; <360>
121:02,361@w   | A hideous shoal of wood-leviathans,
121:02,362@w   | Armed with three tier of brazen hurricanes; 
121:02,363@w   | That$6#1$ through the centre shoot their thundering side
121:02,364@w   | And sink the earth that$6#1$ does at anchor ride.
121:02,365@w   | What refuge to$9$ escape them can be found,
121:02,366@w   | Whose watery leaguers all the world surround?
121:02,367@w   | Needs must we all their tributaries be,
121:02,368@w   | Whose navies hold the sluices of the sea.
121:02,369@w   | The ocean is the fountain of command,
121:02,370@w   | But that$6#2$ once took, we captives are on$4$ land.<370>
121:02,371@w   | And those that$6#1$ have the waters for$4$ their share,
121:02,372@w   | Can quickly leave us neither earth nor air. 
121:02,373@w   | Yet if through these our fears could find a pass;
121:02,374@w   | Through double oak, and lined with treble brass;
121:02,375@w   | That$6#2$ one man still, although but named, alarms
121:02,376@w   | More than all men, all navies, and all arms.
121:02,377@w   | Him, all the day, him, in$4$ late nights I dread,
121:02,378@w   | And still his sword seems hanging over my head:
121:02,379@w   | The nation had been ours, but his one soul
121:02,380@w   | Moves the great bulk, and animates the whole. <380>
121:02,381@w   | He secrecy with number hath enchased,
121:02,382@w   | Courage with age, maturity with haste:
121:02,383@w   | The valiant's terror, riddle of the wise;
121:02,384@w   | And still his falchion all our knots unties.
121:02,385@w   | Where did he learn those arts that$6#1$ cost us dear?
121:02,386@w   | Where below earth, or where above the sphere?
121:02,387@w   | He seems a king by$4$ long succession born,
121:02,388@w   | And yet the same to$9$ be a king does scorn.
121:02,389@w   | Abroad a king he seems, and something more,
121:02,390@w   | At home a subject on$4$ the equal floor. <390>
121:02,391@w   | O could I once him with our title see,
121:02,392@w   | So$3$ should I hope yet he might die as we. 
121:02,393@w   | But let them write his praise that$6#1$ love him best,
121:02,394@w   | It grieves me sore to$9$ have thus much confessed.
121:02,395[A  ]| Pardon, great prince, if thus their fear or spite
121:02,396[A  ]| More than our love and duty do thee right.
121:02,397[A  ]| I yield, nor further will$1$ the prize contend;
121:02,398[A  ]| So$3$ that$3$ we both alike may miss our end:
121:02,399[A  ]| While thou thy venerable head dost raise
121:02,400[A  ]| As far above their malice as my praise. <400>
121:02,401[A  ]| And as the angel of our commonweal,
121:02,402[A  ]| Troubling the waters, yearly makest them heal. 
121:02,000['  ]| <First published in an anonymous quarto dated to January 1655 (Q 1655). >
121:02,000['  ]| < It was then reprinted in the 1681 Folio directly from the quarto although >
121:02,000['  ]| <the poem was then cancelled from all other copies of the Folio (along with >
121:02,000['  ]| <Horation Ode and the Poem on the Death of O.C.) except for the British >
121:02,000['  ]| <Museum and Huntington's. Two seventeenth century manuscripts (Bodleian >
121:02,000['  ]| <MS Eng. poet.e.4 and British Library Burney MS 390) ascribe the poem's >
121:02,000['  ]| <composition to Edmund Waller of Beaconsfield but its appearance in the 1681>
121:02,000['  ]| <Folio and Eng. poet.d.49 reconfirms Marvell as the author.> 
121:03,000@@@@@| 
121:03,000[A  ]| <A Poem upon the Death of O.C.>
121:03,001[A  ]| That$6#2$ providence which$6#1$ had so$5#1$ long the care
121:03,002[A  ]| Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
121:03,003[A  ]| Now in$4$ itself (the glass where all appears)
121:03,004[A  ]| Had seen the period of his golden years:
121:03,005[A  ]| And thenceforth only did attend to$9$ trace,
121:03,006[A  ]| What death might least so$5#1$ fair a life deface.
121:03,007[A  ]| The people, which$6#1$ what most they fear esteem,
121:03,008[A  ]| Death when more horrid so$3$ more noble deem;
121:03,009[A  ]| And blame the last act, like$4$ spectators vain,
121:03,010[A  ]| Unless the prince whom they applaud be slain. <10>
121:03,011[A  ]| Nor fate indeed can well refuse that$6#2$ right
121:03,012[A  ]| To$4$ those that$6#1$ lived in$4$ war, to$9$ die in$4$ fight.
121:03,013[A  ]| But long his valour none had left that$6#1$ could
121:03,014[A  ]| Endanger him, or clemency that$6#1$ would.
121:03,015[A  ]| And he whom nature all for$4$ peace had made,
121:03,016[A  ]| But angry heaven unto war had swayed,
121:03,017[A  ]| And so$3$ less useful where he most desired,
121:03,018[A  ]| For$3$ what he least affected was admired,
121:03,019[A  ]| Deserved yet an end whose every part
121:03,020[A  ]| Should speak the wondrous softness of his heart. <20>
121:03,021[A  ]| To$4$ love and grief the fatal writ was signed;
121:03,022[A  ]| (Those nobler weaknesses of humane mind,
121:03,023[A  ]| From which$6#1$ those powers that$6#1$ issued the decree,
121:03,024[A  ]| Although immortal, found they were not free.)
121:03,025[A  ]| That$3$ they, to$4$ whom his breast still open lies,
121:03,026[A  ]| In$4$ gentle passions should his death disguise:
121:03,027[A  ]| And leave succeeding ages cause to$9$ mourn,
121:03,028[A  ]| As long as grief shall weep, or love shall burn.
121:03,029[A  ]| Straight does a slow and languishing disease
121:03,030[A  ]| Eliza, Nature's and his darling, seize. <30>
121:03,031[A  ]| Her when an infant, taken with her charms,
121:03,032[A  ]| He oft would flourish in$4$ his mighty arms;
121:03,033[A  ]| And, left their force the tender burden wrong,
121:03,034[A  ]| Slacken the vigour of his muscles strong;
121:03,035[A  ]| Then to$4$ the mother's breast her softly move,
121:03,036[A  ]| Which$6#1$ while she drained of milk she filled with love:
121:03,037[A  ]| But as with riper years her virtue grew,
121:03,038[A  ]| And every minute adds a lustre new;
121:03,039[A  ]| When with meridian height her beauty shined,
121:03,040[A  ]| And through that$6#2$ sparkled her fairer mind; <40>
121:03,041[A  ]| When she with smiles serene and words discreet
121:03,042[A  ]| His hidden soul at every turn could meet;
121:03,043[A  ]| Then might you have daily his affection spied,
121:03,044[A  ]| Doubling that$6#2$ knot which$6#1$ destiny had tied.
121:03,045[A  ]| While they by$4$ sense, not knowing, comprehend
121:03,046[A  ]| How on$4$ each other both their fates depend.
121:03,047[A  ]| With her each day the pleasing hours he shares,
121:03,048[A  ]| And at her aspect calms her growing cares;
121:03,049[A  ]| Or with a grandsire's joy her children sees
121:03,050[A  ]| Hanging about her neck or at his knees. <50>
121:03,051[A  ]| Hold fast dear infants, hold them both or none;
121:03,052[A  ]| This will$1$ not stay when once the other's gone.
121:03,053[A  ]| A silent fire now wastes those limbs of wax,
121:03,054[A  ]| And him within his tortured image racks.
121:03,055[A  ]| So$3$ the flower withering which$6#1$ the garden crowned,
121:03,056[A  ]| The sad root pines in$4$ secret under ground.
121:03,057[A  ]| Each groan he doubled and each sigh he sighed,
121:03,058[A  ]| Repeated over to$4$ the restless night.
121:03,059[A  ]| No$2$ trembling string composed to$4$ numbers new,
121:03,060[A  ]| Answers the touch in$4$ notes more sad more true. <60>
121:03,061[A  ]| She lest he grieve hides what she can her pains,
121:03,062[A  ]| And he to$9$ lessen hers his sorrow feigns:
121:03,063[A  ]| Yet both perceived, yet both concealed their skills,
121:03,064[A  ]| And so$3$ diminishing increased their ills:
121:03,065[A  ]| That$3$ whether by$4$ each other's grief they fell,
121:03,066[A  ]| Or on$4$ their own redoubled, none can tell.
121:03,067[A  ]| And now Eliza's purple locks were shorn,
121:03,068[A  ]| Where she so$5#1$ long her fathers fate had worn:
121:03,069[A  ]| And frequent lightning to$4$ her soul that$6#1$ flies,
121:03,070[A  ]| Divides the air, and opens all the skies: <70>
121:03,071[A  ]| And now his life, suspended by$4$ her breath,
121:03,072[A  ]| Ran out impetuously to$4$ hasting death.
121:03,073[A  ]| Like$4$ polished mirrors, so$3$ his steely breast
121:03,074[A  ]| Had every figure of her woes expressed;
121:03,075[A  ]| And with the damp of her last gasps obscured,
121:03,076[A  ]| Had drawn such stains as were not to$9$ be cured.
121:03,077[A  ]| Fate could not either reach with single stroke,
121:03,078[A  ]| But the dear image fled the mirror broke.
121:03,079[A  ]| Who$6#2$ now shall tell us more of mournful swans,
121:03,080[A  ]| Of halcyons kind, or bleeding pelicans? <80>
121:03,081[A  ]| No$2$ downy breast did ever so$5#1$ gently beat,
121:03,082[A  ]| Or fan with airy plumes so$5#1$ soft an heat.
121:03,083[A  ]| For$3$ he no$2$ duty by$4$ his height excused,
121:03,084[A  ]| Nor though a prince to$9$ be a man refused:
121:03,085[A  ]| But rather than in$4$ his Eliza's pain
121:03,086[A  ]| Not love, not grieve, would neither live nor reign.
121:03,087[A  ]| And in$4$ himself so$5#1$ oft immortal tried
121:03,088[A  ]| Yet in$4$ compassion of another died.
121:03,089[A  ]| So$3$ have I seen a vine, whose lasting age
121:03,090[A  ]| Of many a winter hath survived the rage. <90>
121:03,091[A  ]| Under whose shady tent men every year
121:03,092[A  ]| At its rich blood's expense their sorrows cheer,
121:03,093[A  ]| If some dear branch where it extends its life
121:03,094[A  ]| Chance to$9$ be pruned by$4$ an untimely knife,
121:03,095[A  ]| The parent tree unto the grief succeeds,
121:03,096[A  ]| And through the wound its vital humour bleeds;
121:03,097[A  ]| Trickling in$4$ watery drops, whose flowing shape
121:03,098[A  ]| Weeps that$3$ it falls before fixed into a grape.
121:03,099[A  ]| So$3$ the dry stock, no$2$ more that$6#2$ spreading vine,
121:03,100[A  ]| Frustrates the autumn and the hopes of wine. <100>
121:03,101[A  ]| A secret cause does sure those signs ordain
121:03,102[A  ]| Foreboding princes' falls, and seldom vain.
121:03,103[A  ]| Whether some kinder powers, that$6#1$ with us well,
121:03,104[A  ]| What they above can not prevent, foretell;
121:03,105[A  ]| Or the great world do by$4$ consent presage,
121:03,106[A  ]| As hollow seas with future tempests rage:
121:03,107[A  ]| Or rather heaven, which$6#1$ us so$5#1$ long foresees,
121:03,108[A  ]| Their funerals celebrate while it decrees.
121:03,109[A  ]| But never yet was any human fate
121:03,110[A  ]| By$4$ nature solemnized with so$5#1$ much state. <110>
121:03,111[A  ]| He unconcerned the dreadful passage crossed;
121:03,112[A  ]| But oh what pangs that$6#2$ death did Nature cost!
121:03,113[A  ]| First the great thunder was shot off, and sent
121:03,114[A  ]| The signal from the starry battlement.
121:03,115[A  ]| The winds receive it, and its force outdo,
121:03,116[A  ]| As practising how they could thunder too:
121:03,117[A  ]| Out of the binder's hand the sheaves they tore,
121:03,118[A  ]| And thrashed the harvest in$4$ the airy floor;
121:03,119[A  ]| Or of huge trees, whose growth with his did rise,
121:03,120[A  ]| The deep foundations opened to$4$ the skies. <120>
121:03,121[A  ]| Then heavy showers the winged tempests dead,
121:03,122[A  ]| And pour the deluge over the chaos' head.
121:03,123[A  ]| The race of warlike horses at his tomb
121:03,124[A  ]| Offer themselves in$4$ many a hecatomb;
121:03,125[A  ]| With pensive head towards the ground they fall,
121:03,126[A  ]| And helpless languish at the tainted stall.
121:03,127[A  ]| Numbers of men decrease with pains unknown,
121:03,128[A  ]| And hasten not to$9$ see his death their own.
121:03,129[A  ]| Such tortures all the elements unfixed,
121:03,130[A  ]| Troubled to$9$ part where so$5#1$ exactly mixed. <130>
121:03,131[A  ]| And as through air his wasting spirits flowed,
121:03,132[A  ]| The universe laboured beneath their load.
121:03,133[A  ]| Nature it seemed with him would Nature vie;
121:03,134[A  ]| He with Eliza, It with him would die.
121:03,135[A  ]| He without noise still travelled to$4$ his end,
121:03,136[A  ]| As silent suns to$9$ meet the night descend.
121:03,137[A  ]| The stars that$6#1$ for$4$ him fought had only power
121:03,138[A  ]| Left to$9$ determine now his fatal hour,
121:03,139[A  ]| Which$6#1$, since they might not hinder, yet they cast
121:03,140[A  ]| To$9$ choose it worthy of his glories past. <140>
121:03,141[A  ]| No$2$ part of time but bore his mark away
121:03,142[A  ]| Of honour; all the year was Cromwell's day
121:03,143[A  ]| But this, of all the most auspicious found,
121:03,144[A  ]| Twice had in$4$ open field him victor crowned
121:03,145[A  ]| When up$4$ the armed mountains of Dunbar
121:03,146[A  ]| He marched, and through deep Severn ending war.
121:03,147[A  ]| What day should him eternize but the same
121:03,148[A  ]| That$6#1$ had before immortalized his name?
121:03,149[A  ]| That$3$ so$3$ whoever would at his death have joyed,
121:03,150[A  ]| In$4$ their own griefs might find themselves employed; <150>
121:03,151[A  ]| But those that$6#1$ sadly his departure grieved,
121:03,152[A  ]| Yet joyed remembering what he once achieved.
121:03,153[A  ]| And the last minute his victorious ghost
121:03,154[A  ]| Gave chase to$4$ Ligny on$4$ the Belgic coast.
121:03,155[A  ]| Here ended all his mortal toils: he laid
121:03,156[A  ]| And slept in$4$ peace under the laurel shade.
121:03,157[A  ]| O Cromwell, heaven's favourite! To$4$ none
121:03,158[A  ]| Have such high honours from above been shown:
121:03,159[A  ]| For$4$ whom the elements we mourners see,
121:03,160[A  ]| And heaven itself would the great herald be; <160>
121:03,161[A  ]| Which$6#1$ with more care set forth his obsequies
121:03,162[A  ]| Than those of Moses hid from human eyes;
121:03,163[A  ]| As jealous only here lest all be less,
121:03,164[A  ]| That$3$ we could to$4$ his memory express.
121:03,165[A  ]| Then let us to$4$ our course of mourning keep:
121:03,166[A  ]| Where heaven leads, it is piety to$9$ weep.
121:03,167[A  ]| Stand back ye seas, and shrunk beneath the veil
121:03,168[A  ]| Of your abyss, with covered head bewail
121:03,169[A  ]| Your monarch: we demand not your supplies
121:03,170[A  ]| To$9$ compass in$5$ our isle; our tears suffice; <170>
121:03,171[A  ]| Since him away the dismal tempest rent,
121:03,172[A  ]| Who$6#1$ once more joined us to$4$ the continent;
121:03,173[A  ]| Who$6#1$ planted England on$4$ the Flandric shore,
121:03,174[A  ]| And stretched our frontier to$4$ the Indian ore;
121:03,175[A  ]| Whose greater truths obscure the fables old,
121:03,176[A  ]| Whether of British saints or worthies told;
121:03,177[A  ]| And in$4$ a valour lessening Arthur's deeds,
121:03,178[A  ]| For$4$ holiness the Confessor exceeds.
121:03,179[A  ]| He first put arms into Religion's hand,
121:03,180[A  ]| And timorous Conscience unto Courage manned: <180>
121:03,181[A  ]| The Soldier taught that$6#2$ inward mail to$9$ wear,
121:03,182[A  ]| And fearing God how they should nothing fear.
121:03,183@b   | "Those strokes", 
121:03,183[A  ]| he said 
121:03,183@b   | "will$1$ pierce through all below
121:03,184@b   | Where those that$6#1$ strike from heaven fetch their blow."
121:03,185[A  ]| Astonished armies did their flight prepare:
121:03,186[A  ]| And cities strong were stormed by$4$ his prayer.
121:03,187[A  ]| Of that$6#2$ forever Preston's field shall tell
121:03,188[A  ]| The story, and impregnable Clonmel.
121:03,189[A  ]| And where the sandy mountain Fenwick scaled
121:03,190[A  ]| The sea between yet hence his prayer prevailed. <190>
121:03,191[A  ]| What man was ever so$5#2$ in$4$ heaven obeyed
121:03,192[A  ]| Since the commanded sun over Gibeon stayed.
121:03,193[A  ]| In$4$ all his wars needs must he triumph, when
121:03,194[A  ]| He conquered God still before he fought with men.
121:03,195[A  ]| Hence though in$4$ battle none so$5#1$ brave or fierce
121:03,196[A  ]| Yet him the adverse steel could never pierce:
121:03,197[A  ]| Pity it seemed to$9$ hurt him more that$6#1$ felt
121:03,198[A  ]| Each round himself which$6#1$ he to$4$ others dealt,
121:03,199[A  ]| Danger itself refusing to$9$ offend
121:03,200[A  ]| So$5#1$ loose an enemy so$5#1$ fast a friend. <200>
121:03,201[A  ]| Friendship that$6#2$ sacred virtue long does claim
121:03,202[A  ]| The first foundation of his house and name:
121:03,203[A  ]| But within one its narrow limits fall
121:03,204[A  ]| His tenderness extended unto all:
121:03,205[A  ]| And that$6#2$ deep soul through every channel flows
121:03,206[A  ]| Where kindly nature loves itself to$9$ lose.
121:03,207[A  ]| More strong affections never reason served
121:03,208[A  ]| Yet still affected most what best deserved.
121:03,209[A  ]| If he Eliza loved to$4$ that$6#2$ degree
121:03,210[A  ]| (Though who$6#2$ more worthy to$9$ be loved than she?) <210>
121:03,211[A  ]| If so$5#1$ indulgent to$4$ his own, how dear
121:03,212[A  ]| To$4$ him the children of the highest were?
121:03,213[A  ]| For$4$ her he once did nature's tribute pay:
121:03,214[A  ]| For$4$ these his life adventured every day.
121:03,215[A  ]| And it would be found could we have his thoughts have cast
121:03,216[A  ]| Their griefs struck deepest if Eliza's last.
121:03,217[A  ]| What prudence more than human did he need
121:03,218[A  ]| To$9$ keep so$5#1$ dear, so$5#1$ differing minds agreed?
121:03,219[A  ]| The worser sort as conscious of their ill,
121:03,220[A  ]| Lie weak and easy to$4$ the ruler's will$0$: <220>
121:03,221[A  ]| But to$4$ the good (too many or too few)
121:03,222[A  ]| All law is useless all reward is due.
121:03,223[A  ]| Oh ill advised if not for$4$ love for$4$ shame
121:03,224[A  ]| Spare yet your own if you neglect his fame.
121:03,225[A  ]| Lest others dare to$9$ think your zeal a mask
121:03,226[A  ]| And you to$9$ govern only heaven's task.
121:03,227[A  ]| Valour, religion, friendship, prudence died
121:03,228[A  ]| At once with him and all that$6#1$ is good beside:
121:03,229[A  ]| And we death's refuse nature's dregs confined
121:03,230[A  ]| To$4$ loathsome life alas are left behind: <230>
121:03,231[A  ]| Where we (so$3$ once we used) shall now no$2$ more
121:03,232[A  ]| To$9$ fetch day press about his chamber door;
121:03,233[A  ]| From which$6#1$ he issued with that$6#2$ awful state
121:03,234[A  ]| It seemed Mars broke through Janus' double gate:
121:03,235[A  ]| Yet always tempered with an air so$5#1$ mild
121:03,236[A  ]| No$2$ April suns that$6#1$ ever so$5#1$ gently smiled;
121:03,237[A  ]| No$2$ more shall hear that$6#2$ powerful language charm
121:03,238[A  ]| Whose force oft spared the labour of his arm:
121:03,239[A  ]| No$2$ more shall follow where he spent the days
121:03,240[A  ]| In$4$ war, in$4$ counsel, or in$4$ prayer, and praise; <240>
121:03,241[A  ]| Whose meanest acts he would himself advance
121:03,242[A  ]| As ungirt David to$4$ the ark did dance.
121:03,243[A  ]| All all is gone of ours or his delight
121:03,244[A  ]| In$4$ horses fierce wild deer or armour bright.
121:03,245[A  ]| Francisca fair can nothing now but weep
121:03,246[A  ]| Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep.
121:03,247[A  ]| I saw him dead, a leaden slumber lies
121:03,248[A  ]| And mortal sleep over those wakeful eyes:
121:03,249[A  ]| Those gentle rays under the lids were fled
121:03,250[A  ]| Which$6#1$ through his looks that$6#2$ piercing sweetness shed; <250>
121:03,251[A  ]| That$6#2$ port which$6#1$ so$5#1$ majestic was and strong
121:03,252[A  ]| Loose and deprived of vigour stretched along:
121:03,253[A  ]| All withered, ill discoloured, pale and wan,
121:03,254[A  ]| How much another thing, no$2$ more that$6#2$ man?
121:03,255[A  ]| Oh human glory vain, oh death, oh wings,
121:03,256[A  ]| Oh worthless work, oh transitory things.
121:03,257[A  ]| Yet dwelt that$6#2$ greatness in$4$ his shape decayed
121:03,258[A  ]| That$6#1$ still though dead greater than death he laid.
121:03,259[A  ]| And in$4$ his altered face you something feign
121:03,260[A  ]| That$6#1$ threatens death he yet will$1$ live again. <260>
121:03,261[A  ]| Not much unlike the sound oak which$6#1$ shoots
121:03,262[A  ]| To$4$ heaven its branches and through earth its roots:
121:03,263[A  ]| Whose spacious boughs are hung with trophies round
121:03,264[A  ]| And honoured wreaths have oft the victor crowned.
121:03,265[A  ]| When angry Jove darts lightning through the air
121:03,266[A  ]| At mortals' sins, nor his own plant shall spare;
121:03,267[A  ]| (It groans and bruises all below that$6#1$ stood
121:03,268[A  ]| So$5#1$ many years the shelter of the wood)
121:03,269[A  ]| The tree erewhile foreshortened to$4$ our view
121:03,270[A  ]| When fallen shows taller yet than as it grew. <270>
121:03,271[A  ]| So$3$ shall his praise to$4$ after times increase
121:03,272[A  ]| When truth shall be allowed and faction cease
121:03,273[A  ]| And his own shadows with him fall. The eye
121:03,274[A  ]| Detracts from objects than itself more high:
121:03,275[A  ]| But when death takes them from that$6#2$ envied seat
121:03,276[A  ]| Seeing how little we confess how great.
121:03,277[A  ]| Thee many ages hence in$4$ martial verse
121:03,278[A  ]| Shall the English soldier before he charge rehearse:
121:03,279[A  ]| Singing of thee inflame themselves to$9$ fight
121:03,280[A  ]| And with the name of Cromwell armies fright. <280>
121:03,281[A  ]| As long as rivers to$4$ the seas shall run
121:03,282[A  ]| As long as Cynthia shall relieve the sun,
121:03,283[A  ]| While stags shall fly unto the forests thick,
121:03,284[A  ]| While sheep delight the grassy downs to$9$ pick,
121:03,285[A  ]| As long as future time succeeds the past,
121:03,286[A  ]| Always thy honour, praise and name shall last.
121:03,287[A  ]| Thou in$4$ a pitch how far, beyond the sphere
121:03,288[A  ]| Of human glory towerest, and reigning there
121:03,289[A  ]| Despoiled of mortal robes, in$4$ seas of bliss
121:03,290[A  ]| Plunging dost bathe, and tread the bright abyss: <290>
121:03,291[A  ]| There thy great soul yet once a world does see
121:03,292[A  ]| Spacious enough, and pure enough for$4$ thee.
121:03,293[A  ]| How soon thou Moses hast and Joshua found
121:03,294[A  ]| And David for$4$ the sword, and harp renowned?
121:03,295[A  ]| How straight canst to$4$ each happy mansion go?
121:03,296[A  ]| (Far better known above than here below)
121:03,297[A  ]| And in$4$ those joys dost spend the endless day
121:03,298[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ expressing we ourselves betray.
121:03,299[A  ]| For$3$ we since thou art gone with heavy doom
121:03,300[A  ]| Wander like$4$ ghosts about thy loved tomb: <300>
121:03,301[A  ]| And lost in$4$ tears have neither sight nor mind
121:03,302[A  ]| To$9$ guide us upward through this region blind.
121:03,303[A  ]| Since thou art gone who$6#1$ best that$6#2$ way couldst teach
121:03,304[A  ]| Only our sighs perhaps may thither reach.
121:03,305[A  ]| And Richard yet where his great parent led
121:03,306[A  ]| Beats on$4$ the rugged track: he virtue dead
121:03,307[A  ]| Revives, and by$4$ his milder beams assures;
121:03,308[A  ]| And yet how much of them his grief obscures?
121:03,309[A  ]| He as his father long was kept from sight
121:03,310[A  ]| In$4$ private to$9$ be viewed by$4$ better light; <310>
121:03,311[A  ]| But opened once, what splendour does he throw
121:03,312[A  ]| A Cromwell in$4$ an hour a prince will$1$ grow.
121:03,313[A  ]| How he becomes that$6#2$ seat, how strongly strains,
121:03,314[A  ]| How gently winds at once the ruling reins?
121:03,315[A  ]| Heaven to$4$ this choice prepared a diadem
121:03,316[A  ]| Richer than any eastern silk or gem:
121:03,317[A  ]| A pearly rainbow; where the Sun enchased
121:03,318[A  ]| His brows like$4$ an imperial jewel graced.
121:03,319[A  ]| We find already what those omens mean
121:03,320[A  ]| Earth never more glad, nor heaven more serene. <320>
121:03,321[A  ]| Cease now our griefs, calm peace succeeds a war
121:03,322[A  ]| Rainbows to$4$ storms, Richard to$4$ Oliver.
121:03,323[A  ]| Tempt not his clemency to$9$ try his power
121:03,324[A  ]| He threats no$2$ deluge, yet foretells a shower.
121:03,000[A  ]| <This poem existed in only one copy of the 1681 Folio (British Museum)>
121:03,000[A  ]| < and we have only ll. 1-184. For ll. 185-324 the source is Bod. MS Eng.>
121:03,000[A  ]| < poet.d.49.> 
121:04,000@@@@@| 
121:04,000[A  ]| <Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax.>
121:04,001[A  ]| Within this sober frame expect
121:04,002[A  ]| Work of no$2$ foreign architect;
121:04,003[A  ]| That$6#1$ unto caves the quarries drew,
121:04,004[A  ]| And forests did to$4$ pastures hew;
121:04,005[A  ]| Who$6#1$ of his great design in$4$ pain
121:04,006[A  ]| Did for$4$ a model vault his brain,
121:04,007[A  ]| Whose columns should so$5#1$ high be raised
121:04,008[A  ]| To$9$ arch the brows that$6#1$ on$4$ them gazed.
121:04,009[A  ]| Why should of all things man unruled
121:04,010[A  ]| Such unproportioned dwellings build? <10>
121:04,011[A  ]| The beasts are by$4$ their dens expressed:
121:04,012[A  ]| And birds contrive an equal nest;
121:04,013[A  ]| The low-roofed tortoises do dwell
121:04,014[A  ]| In$4$ cases fit of tortoise shell:
121:04,015[A  ]| No$2$ creature loves an empty space;
121:04,016[A  ]| Their bodies measure out their place.
121:04,017[A  ]| But he, superfluously spread,
121:04,018[A  ]| Demands more room alive than dead.
121:04,019[A  ]| And in$4$ his hollow palace goes
121:04,020[A  ]| Where winds (as he) themselves may lose. <20>
121:04,021[A  ]| What need of all this marble crust
121:04,022[A  ]| To$9$ impark the wanton mote of dust,
121:04,023[A  ]| That$6#1$ thinks by$4$ breadth the world to$9$ unite
121:04,024[A  ]| Though the first builders failed in$4$ height?
121:04,025[A  ]| But all things are composed here
121:04,026[A  ]| Like$4$ nature, orderly and near:
121:04,027[A  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ we the dimensions find
121:04,028[A  ]| Of that$6#2$ more sober age and mind,
121:04,029[A  ]| When larger-sized men did stoop
121:04,030[A  ]| To$9$ enter at a narrow loop; <30>
121:04,031[A  ]| As practising, in$4$ doors so$5#1$ straight,
121:04,032[A  ]| To$9$ strain themselves through heaven's gate.
121:04,033[A  ]| And surely when the after age
121:04,034[A  ]| Shall hither come in$4$ pilgrimage,
121:04,035[A  ]| These sacred places to$9$ adore,
121:04,036[A  ]| By$4$ Vere and Fairfax trod before,
121:04,037[A  ]| Men will$1$ dispute how their extent
121:04,038[A  ]| Within such dwarfish confines went:
121:04,039[A  ]| And some will$1$ smile at this, as well
121:04,040[A  ]| As Romulus his bee-like cell. <40>
121:04,041[A  ]| Humility alone designs
121:04,042[A  ]| Those short but admirable lines,
121:04,043[A  ]| By$4$ which$6#1$, ungirt and unconstrained,
121:04,044[A  ]| Things greater are in$4$ less contained.
121:04,045[A  ]| Let others vainly strive to$9$ immure
121:04,046[A  ]| The circle in$4$ the quadrature!
121:04,047[A  ]| These holy mathematics can
121:04,048[A  ]| In$4$ every figure equal man.
121:04,049[A  ]| Yet thus the laden house does sweat,
121:04,050[A  ]| And scarce endures the master great: <50>
121:04,051[A  ]| But where he comes the swelling hall
121:04,052[A  ]| Stirs, and the square grows spherical;
121:04,053[A  ]| More by$4$ his magnitude distressed,
121:04,054[A  ]| Than he is by$4$ its straightness pressed.
121:04,055[A  ]| And too officiously it slights
121:04,056[A  ]| That$6#2$ in$4$ itself which$6#1$ him delights.
121:04,057[A  ]| So$3$ honour better lowness bears,
121:04,058[A  ]| Than that$6#2$ unwonted greatness wears
121:04,059[A  ]| Height with a certain grace does bend,
121:04,060[A  ]| But low things clownishly ascend. <60>
121:04,061[A  ]| And yet what needs there here excuse,
121:04,062[A  ]| Where everything does answer use?
121:04,063[A  ]| Where neatness nothing can condemn,
121:04,064[A  ]| Nor pride invent what to$9$ contemn?
121:04,065[A  ]| A stately frontispiece of poor
121:04,066[A  ]| Adorns without the open door:
121:04,067[A  ]| Nor less the rooms within commends
121:04,068[A  ]| Daily new furniture of friends.
121:04,069[A  ]| The house was built upon$4$ the place
121:04,070[A  ]| Only as for$4$ a mark of grace; <70>
121:04,071[A  ]| And for$4$ an inn to$9$ entertain
121:04,072[A  ]| Its lord a while, but not remain.
121:04,073[A  ]| Him Bishop's*Hill, or Denton may,
121:04,074[A  ]| Or Bilbrough, better hold than they:
121:04,075[A  ]| But nature here hath been so$5#1$ free
121:04,076[A  ]| As if she said leave this to$4$ me.
121:04,077[A  ]| Art would more neatly have defaced
121:04,078[A  ]| What she had laid so$5#1$ sweetly waste;
121:04,079[A  ]| In$4$ fragrant gardens, shady woods,
121:04,080[A  ]| Deep meadows, and transparent floods. <80>
121:04,081[A  ]| While with slow eyes we these survey,
121:04,082[A  ]| And on$4$ each pleasant footstep stay,
121:04,083[A  ]| We opportunely may relate
121:04,084[A  ]| The progress of this house's fate.
121:04,085[A  ]| A nunnery first gave it birth.
121:04,086[A  ]| For$3$ virgin buildings oft brought forth.
121:04,087[A  ]| And all that$6#2$ neighbour-ruin shows
121:04,088[A  ]| The quarries whence this dwelling rose.
121:04,089[A  ]| Near to$4$ this gloomy cloister's gates
121:04,090[A  ]| There dwelt the blooming virgin Thwaites, <90>
121:04,091[A  ]| Fair beyond measure, and an heir
121:04,092[A  ]| Which$6#1$ might deformity make fair.
121:04,093[A  ]| And oft she spent the summer suns
121:04,094[A  ]| Discoursing with the subtle nuns.
121:04,095[A  ]| Whence in$4$ these words one to$4$ her weaved,
121:04,096[A  ]| (As it were by$4$ chance) thoughts long conceived.
121:04,097@v   | "Within this holy leisure we
121:04,098@v   | Live innocently as you see.
121:04,099@v   | These walls restrain the world without,
121:04,100@v   | But hedge our liberty about. <100>
121:04,101@v   | These bars enclose that$6#2$ wider den
121:04,102@v   | Of those wild creatures, called men.
121:04,103@v   | The cloister outward shuts its gates,
121:04,104@v   | And, from us, locks on$4$ them the grates.
121:04,105@v   | Here we, in$4$ shining armour white,
121:04,106@v   | Like$4$ virgin Amazons do fight.
121:04,107@v   | And our chaste lamps we hourly trim,
121:04,108@v   | Lest the great bridegroom find them dim.
121:04,109@v   | Our orient breaths perfumed are
121:04,110@v   | With incense of incessant prayer. <110>
121:04,111@v   | And holy-water of our tears
121:04,112@v   | Most strangely our complexion clears.
121:04,113@v   | Not tears of grief; but such as those
121:04,114@v   | With which$6#1$ calm pleasure overflows;
121:04,115@v   | Or pity, when we look on$4$ you
121:04,116@v   | That$6#1$ live without this happy vow.
121:04,117@v   | How should we grieve that$6#1$ must be seen
121:04,118@v   | Each one a spouse, and each a queen;
121:04,119@v   | And can in$4$ heaven hence behold
121:04,120@v   | Our brighter robes and crowns of gold? <120>
121:04,121@v   | When we have prayed all our beads,
121:04,122@v   | Someone the holy legend reads;
121:04,123@v   | While all the rest with needles paint
121:04,124@v   | The face and graces of the saint.
121:04,125@v   | But what the Linen can not receive
121:04,126@v   | They in$4$ their lives do interweave.
121:04,127@v   | This work the saints best represents;
121:04,128@v   | That$6#1$ serves for$4$ altar's ornaments.
121:04,129@v   | But much it to$4$ our work would add
121:04,130@v   | If here your hand, your face we had: <130>
121:04,131@v   | By$4$ it we would Our Lady touch;
121:04,132@v   | Yet thus she you resembles much.
121:04,133@v   | Some of your features, as we sewed,
121:04,134@v   | Through every shrine should be bestowed.
121:04,135@v   | And in$4$ one beauty we would take
121:04,136@v   | Enough a thousand saints to$9$ make.
121:04,137@v   | And (for$3$ I dare not quench the fire
121:04,138@v   | That$6#1$ me does for$4$ your good inspire)
121:04,139@v   | It were sacrilege a man to$9$ admit
121:04,140@v   | To$4$ holy things, for$4$ heaven fit. <140>
121:04,141@v   | I see the angels in$4$ a crown
121:04,142@v   | On$4$ you the lilies showering down:
121:04,143@v   | And around about you glory breaks,
121:04,144@v   | That$6#1$ something more than human speaks.
121:04,145@v   | All beauty, when at such a height,
121:04,146@v   | Is so$5#2$ already consecrate.
121:04,147@v   | Fairfax I know; and long before this
121:04,148@v   | Have marked the youth, and what he is.
121:04,149@v   | But can he such a rival seem
121:04,150@v   | For$4$ whom you heaven should disesteem? <150>
121:04,151@v   | Ah, no$7$! and it would more honour prove
121:04,152@v   | He your devoto were, than love.
121:04,153@v   | Here live beloved, and obeyed:
121:04,154@v   | Each one your sister, each your maid.
121:04,155@v   | And, if our rule seem strictly penned,
121:04,156@v   | The rule itself to$4$ you shall bend.
121:04,157@v   | Our abbess too, now far in$4$ age,
121:04,158@v   | Doth your succession near presage.
121:04,159@v   | How soft the yoke on$4$ us would lie,
121:04,160@v   | Might such fair hands as yours it tie! <160>
121:04,161@v   | Your voice, the sweetest of the choir,
121:04,162@v   | Shall draw heaven nearer, raise us higher.
121:04,163@v   | And your example, if our head,
121:04,164@v   | Will$1$ soon us to$4$ perfection lead.
121:04,165@v   | Those virtues to$4$ us all so$5#1$ dear,
121:04,166@v   | Will$1$ straight grow sanctity when here:
121:04,167@v   | And that$6#1$, once sprung, increase so$5#1$ fast
121:04,168@v   | Till miracles it work at last.
121:04,169@v   | Nor is our order yet so$5#1$ nice,
121:04,170@v   | Delight to$9$ banish as a vice. <170>
121:04,171@v   | Here pleasure piety doth meet;
121:04,172@v   | One perfecting the other sweet.
121:04,173@v   | So$3$ through the mortal fruit we boil
121:04,174@v   | The sugar's uncorrupting oil:
121:04,175@v   | And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ perished while we pull,
121:04,176@v   | Is thus preserved clear and full.
121:04,177@v   | For$3$ such indeed are all our arts;
121:04,178@v   | Still handling Nature's finest parts.
121:04,179@v   | Flowers dress the altars; for$4$ the clothes,
121:04,180@v   | The sea-born amber we compose; <180>
121:04,181@v   | Balms for$4$ the grieved we draw; and pastes
121:04,182@v   | We mold, as baits for$4$ curious tastes.
121:04,183@v   | What need is here of man? unless
121:04,184@v   | These as sweet sins we should confess.
121:04,185@v   | Each night among us to$4$ your side
121:04,186@v   | Appoint a fresh and virgin bride;
121:04,187@v   | Whom if our Lord at midnight find,
121:04,188@v   | Yet neither should be left behind.
121:04,189@v   | Where you may lie as chaste in$4$ bed,
121:04,190@v   | As pearls together billeted. <190>
121:04,191@v   | All eight embracing arm in$4$ arm,
121:04,192@v   | Like$4$ crystal pure with cotton warm.
121:04,193@v   | But what is this to$4$ all the store
121:04,194@v   | Of joys you see, and may make more!
121:04,195@v   | Try but a while, if you be wise:
121:04,196@v   | The trial neither costs, nor ties.
121:04,197[A  ]| Now Fairfax seek her promised faith:
121:04,198[A  ]| Religion that$6#1$ dispensed hath;
121:04,199[A  ]| Which$6#1$ she henceforward does begin;
121:04,200[A  ]| The nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in$5$. <200>
121:04,201[A  ]| Oft, though he knew it was in$4$ vain,
121:04,202[A  ]| Yet would he valiantly complain.
121:04,203@w   | Is this that$6#2$ sanctity so$5#1$ great,
121:04,204@w   | An art by$4$ which$6#1$ you finelier cheat?
121:04,205@w   | Hypocrite witches, hence avaunt,
121:04,206@w   | Who$6#1$ though in$4$ prison yet enchant!
121:04,207@w   | Death only can such thieves make fast,
121:04,208@w   | As rob though in$4$ the dungeon cast.
121:04,209@w   | Were there but, when this house was made,
121:04,210@w   | One stone that$6#1$ a just hand had laid, <210>
121:04,211@w   | It must have fallen upon$4$ her head
121:04,212@w   | Who$6#1$ first thee from thy faith misled.
121:04,213@w   | And yet, how well soever meant,
121:04,214@w   | With them it would soon grow fraudulent:
121:04,215@w   | For$3$ like$4$ themselves they alter all,
121:04,216@w   | And vice infects the very wall.
121:04,217@w   | But sure those buildings last not long,
121:04,218@w   | Founded by$4$ folly, kept by$4$ wrong.
121:04,219@w   | I know what fruit their gardens yield,
121:04,220@w   | When they it think by$4$ night concealed. <220>
121:04,221@w   | Fly from their vices. It is thy state,
121:04,222@w   | Not thee, that$6#1$ they would consecrate.
121:04,223@w   | Fly from their ruin. How I fear
121:04,224@w   | Though guiltless lest thou perish there.
121:04,225[A  ]| What should he do? He would respect
121:04,226[A  ]| Religion, but not right neglect:
121:04,227[A  ]| For$3$ first religion taught him right,
121:04,228[A  ]| And dazzled not but cleared his sight.
121:04,229[A  ]| Sometimes resolved his sword he draws,
121:04,230[A  ]| But reverenceth then the laws: <230>
121:04,231[A  ]| For$3$ justice still that$6#2$ courage led;
121:04,232[A  ]| First from a judge, then soldier bred.
121:04,233[A  ]| Small honour would be in$4$ the storm.
121:04,234[A  ]| The court him grants the lawful form;
121:04,235[A  ]| Which$6#1$ licensed either peace or force,
121:04,236[A  ]| To$9$ hinder the unjust divorce.
121:04,237[A  ]| Yet still the nuns his right debarred,
121:04,238[A  ]| Standing upon$4$ their holy guard.
121:04,239[A  ]| Ill-counselled women, do you know
121:04,240[A  ]| Whom you resist, or what you do? <240>
121:04,241[A  ]| Is not this he whose offspring fierce
121:04,242[A  ]| Shall fight through all the universe;
121:04,243[A  ]| And with successive valour try
121:04,244[A  ]| France, Poland, either Germany;
121:04,245[A  ]| Till one, as long since prophesied,
121:04,246[A  ]| His horse through conquered Britain ride?
121:04,247[A  ]| Yet, against fate, his spouse they kept;
121:04,248[A  ]| And the great race would intercept.
121:04,249[A  ]| Some to$4$ the breach against their foes
121:04,250[A  ]| Their wooden saints in$4$ vain oppose. <250>
121:04,251[A  ]| Another bolder stands at push
121:04,252[A  ]| With their old holy-water brush.
121:04,253[A  ]| While the disjointed abbess threads
121:04,254[A  ]| The jingling chain-shot of her beads.
121:04,255[A  ]| But their loudest cannon were their lungs;
121:04,256[A  ]| And sharpest weapons were their tongues.
121:04,257[A  ]| But, waving these aside like$4$ flies,
121:04,258[A  ]| Young Fairfax through the wall does rise.
121:04,259[A  ]| Then the unfrequented vault appeared,
121:04,260[A  ]| And superstitions vainly feared. <260>
121:04,261[A  ]| The relics false were set to$9$ view;
121:04,262[A  ]| Only the jewels there were true.
121:04,263[A  ]| But truly bright and holy Thwaites
121:04,264[A  ]| That$6#1$ weeping at the altar waits.
121:04,265[A  ]| But the glad youth away her bears,
121:04,266[A  ]| And to$4$ the nuns bequeaths her tears:
121:04,267[A  ]| Who$6#1$ guiltily their prize bemoan,
121:04,268[A  ]| Like$4$ gypsies that$6#1$ a child hath stolen.
121:04,269[A  ]| Thenceforth (as when the enchantment ends
121:04,270[A  ]| The castle vanishes or rends) <270>
121:04,271[A  ]| The wasting cloister with the rest
121:04,272[A  ]| Was in$4$ one instant dispossessed.
121:04,273[A  ]| At the demolishing, this seat
121:04,274[A  ]| To$4$ Fairfax fell as by$4$ escheat.
121:04,275[A  ]| And what both nuns and founders willed
121:04,276[A  ]| It is likely better thus fulfilled.
121:04,277[A  ]| For$3$ if the virgin proved not theirs,
121:04,278[A  ]| The cloister yet remained hers.
121:04,279[A  ]| Though many a nun there made her vow, 
121:04,280[A  ]| It was no$2$ religious house till now. <280>
121:04,281[A  ]| From that$6#2$ blest bed the hero came,
121:04,282[A  ]| Whom France and Poland yet does fame:
121:04,283[A  ]| Who$6#1$, when retired here to$4$ peace,
121:04,284[A  ]| His warlike studies could not cease;
121:04,285[A  ]| But laid these gardens out in$4$ sport
121:04,286[A  ]| In$4$ the just figure of a fort;
121:04,287[A  ]| And with five bastions it did fence,
121:04,288[A  ]| As aiming one for$4$ every sense.
121:04,289[A  ]| When in$4$ the east the morning ray
121:04,290[A  ]| Hangs out the colours of the day, <290>
121:04,291[A  ]| The bee through these known alleys hums,
121:04,292[A  ]| Beating the dian with its drums.
121:04,293[A  ]| Then flowers their drowsy eyelids raise,
121:04,294[A  ]| Their silken ensigns each displays,
121:04,295[A  ]| And dries its pan yet dank with dew,
121:04,296[A  ]| And fills its flask with odours new.
121:04,297[A  ]| These, as their governor goes by$5$,
121:04,298[A  ]| In$4$ fragrant volleys they let fly;
121:04,299[A  ]| And to$9$ salute their governess
121:04,300[A  ]| Again as great a charge they press: <300>
121:04,301[A  ]| None for$4$ the virgin nymph; for$3$ she
121:04,302[A  ]| Seems with the flowers a flower to$9$ be.
121:04,303[A  ]| And thinks so$5#2$ still! though not compare
121:04,304[A  ]| With breath so$5#1$ sweet, or cheek so$5#1$ fair.
121:04,305[A  ]| Well shot ye firemen! Oh how sweet,
121:04,306[A  ]| And round your equal fires do meet;
121:04,307[A  ]| Whose shrill report no$2$ ear can tell,
121:04,308[A  ]| But echoes to$4$ the eye and smell.
121:04,309[A  ]| See how the flowers, as at parade,
121:04,310[A  ]| Under their colours stand displayed: <310>
121:04,311[A  ]| Each regiment in$4$ order grows,
121:04,312[A  ]| That$6#2$ of the tulip pink and rose.
121:04,313[A  ]| But when the vigilant patrol
121:04,314[A  ]| Of stars walks round about the Pole,
121:04,315[A  ]| Their leaves, that$6#1$ to$4$ the stalks are curled,
121:04,316[A  ]| Seem to$4$ their staves the ensigns furled.
121:04,317[A  ]| Then in$4$ some flower's beloved hut
121:04,318[A  ]| Each bee as sentinel is shut;
121:04,319[A  ]| And sleeps so$5#2$ too: but, if once stirred,
121:04,320[A  ]| She runs you through, or asks the word. <320>
121:04,321[A  ]| Oh thou, that$6#2$ dear and happy isle
121:04,322[A  ]| The garden of the world erewhile,
121:04,323[A  ]| Thou paradise of four seas,
121:04,324[A  ]| Which$6#1$ heaven planted us to$9$ please,
121:04,325[A  ]| But, to$9$ exclude the world, did guard
121:04,326[A  ]| With watery if not flaming sword;
121:04,327[A  ]| What luckless apple did we taste,
121:04,328[A  ]| To$9$ make us mortal, and thee waste.
121:04,329[A  ]| Unhappy! shall we never more
121:04,330[A  ]| That$6#2$ sweet militia restore, <330>
121:04,331[A  ]| When gardens only had their towers,
121:04,332[A  ]| And all the garrisons were flowers,
121:04,333[A  ]| When roses only arms might bear,
121:04,334[A  ]| And men did rosy garlands wear?
121:04,335[A  ]| Tulips, in$4$ several colours barred,
121:04,336[A  ]| Were then the Switzers of our Guard.
121:04,337[A  ]| The Gardener had the soldier's place,
121:04,338[A  ]| And his more gentle forts did trace.
121:04,339[A  ]| The nursery of all things green
121:04,340[A  ]| Was then the only magazine. <340>
121:04,341[A  ]| The winter quarters were the stoves,
121:04,342[A  ]| Where he the tender plants removes.
121:04,343[A  ]| But war all this doth overgrow:
121:04,344[A  ]| We ordnance plant and powder sow.
121:04,345[A  ]| And yet their walks one on$4$ the sod
121:04,346[A  ]| Who$6#1$, had it pleased him and God,
121:04,347[A  ]| Might once have made our gardens spring
121:04,348[A  ]| Fresh as his own and flourishing.
121:04,349[A  ]| But he preferred to$4$ the Cinque Ports
121:04,350[A  ]| These five imaginary forts: <350>
121:04,351[A  ]| And, in$4$ those half-dry trenches, spanned
121:04,352[A  ]| Power which$6#1$ the ocean might command.
121:04,353[A  ]| For$3$ he did, with his utmost skill,
121:04,354[A  ]| Ambition weed, but conscience till.
121:04,355[A  ]| Conscience, that$6#2$ heaven-nursed plant,
121:04,356[A  ]| Which$6#1$ most our earthy gardens want.
121:04,357[A  ]| A prickling leaf it bears, and such
121:04,358[A  ]| As that$6#2$ which$6#1$ shrinks at every touch;
121:04,359[A  ]| But flowers eternal, and divine,
121:04,360[A  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the crowns of saints do shine. <360>
121:04,361[A  ]| The fight does from these bastions ply,
121:04,362[A  ]| The invisible artillery;
121:04,363[A  ]| And at proud Cawood*Castle seems
121:04,364[A  ]| To$9$ point the battery of its beams.
121:04,365[A  ]| As if it quarrelled in$4$ the seat
121:04,366[A  ]| The ambition of its prelate great.
121:04,367[A  ]| But over the meads below it plays,
121:04,368[A  ]| Or innocently seems to$9$ gaze.
121:04,369[A  ]| And now to$4$ the abyss I pass
121:04,370[A  ]| Of that$6#2$ unfathomable grass, <370>
121:04,371[A  ]| Where men like$4$ grasshoppers appear,
121:04,372[A  ]| But grasshoppers are giants there:
121:04,373[A  ]| They, in$4$ their squeaking laugh, contemn
121:04,374[A  ]| Us as we walk more low than them:
121:04,375[A  ]| And, from the precipices tall
121:04,376[A  ]| Of the green spires, to$4$ us do call.
121:04,377[A  ]| To$9$ see men through this meadow dive,
121:04,378[A  ]| We wonder how they rise alive.
121:04,379[A  ]| As, under water, none does know
121:04,380[A  ]| Whether he fall through it or go. <380>
121:04,381[A  ]| But, as the mariners that$6#1$ found,
121:04,382[A  ]| And show upon$4$ their lead the ground,
121:04,383[A  ]| They bring up$5$ flowers so$3$ to$9$ be seen,
121:04,384[A  ]| And prove they have at the bottom been.
121:04,385[A  ]| No$2$ scene that$6#1$ turns with engines strange
121:04,386[A  ]| Does oftener than these meadows change.
121:04,387[A  ]| For$3$ when the sun the grass hath vexed,
121:04,388[A  ]| The tawny mowers enter next;
121:04,389[A  ]| Who$6#1$ seem like$4$ Israelites to$9$ be,
121:04,390[A  ]| Walking on$4$ foot through a green sea. <390>
121:04,391[A  ]| To$4$ them the grassy deeps divide,
121:04,392[A  ]| And crowd a lane to$4$ either side.
121:04,393[A  ]| With whistling scythe, and elbow strong,
121:04,394[A  ]| These massacre the grass along:
121:04,395[A  ]| While one, unknowing, carves the rail,
121:04,396[A  ]| Whose yet unfeathered quills her fail.
121:04,397[A  ]| The edge all bloody from its breast
121:04,398[A  ]| He draws, and does his stroke detest;
121:04,399[A  ]| Fearing the flesh untimely mowed
121:04,400[A  ]| To$4$ him a fate as black forebode. <400>
121:04,401[A  ]| But bloody Thestylis, that$6#1$ waits
121:04,402[A  ]| To$9$ bring the mowing camp their cates,
121:04,403[A  ]| Greedy as kites has trussed it up$5$,
121:04,404[A  ]| And forthwith means on$4$ it to$9$ sup:
121:04,405[A  ]| When on$4$ another quick she lights,
121:04,406[A  ]| And cries, he called us Israelites;
121:04,407[A  ]| But now, to$9$ make his saying true,
121:04,408[A  ]| Rails rain for$4$ quails, for$4$ manna Dew.
121:04,409[A  ]| Unhappy birds! what does it boot
121:04,410[A  ]| To$9$ build below the Grass's root; <410>
121:04,411[A  ]| When lowness is unsafe as height,
121:04,412[A  ]| And chance overtakes what scapeth spite?
121:04,413[A  ]| And now your orphan parents' call
121:04,414[A  ]| Sounds your untimely funeral.
121:04,415[A  ]| Death-trumpets creak in$4$ such a note,
121:04,416[A  ]| And it is the sourdine in$4$ their throat.
121:04,417[A  ]| Or sooner hatch or higher build:
121:04,418[A  ]| The mower now commands the field;
121:04,419[A  ]| In$4$ whose new traverse seemeth wrought
121:04,420[A  ]| A camp of battle newly fought: <420>
121:04,421[A  ]| Where, as the meads with hay, the plain
121:04,422[A  ]| Lies quilted over with bodies slain:
121:04,423[A  ]| The women that$6#1$ with forks it fling,
121:04,424[A  ]| Do represent the pillaging.
121:04,425[A  ]| And now the careless victors play,
121:04,426[A  ]| Dancing the triumphs of the hay;
121:04,427[A  ]| Where every mower's wholesome heat
121:04,428[A  ]| Smells like$4$ an Alexander's sweat.
121:04,429[A  ]| Their females fragrant as the mead
121:04,430[A  ]| Which$6#1$ they in$4$ fairy circles tread: <430>
121:04,431[A  ]| When at their dance's end they kiss,
121:04,432[A  ]| Their new-made hay not sweeter is.
121:04,433[A  ]| When after this it is piled in$4$ cocks,
121:04,434[A  ]| Like$4$ a calm sea it shows the rocks:
121:04,435[A  ]| We wondering in$4$ the river near
121:04,436[A  ]| How boats among them safely steer.
121:04,437[A  ]| Or, like$4$ the desert Memphis sand,
121:04,438[A  ]| Short pyramids of hay do stand.
121:04,439[A  ]| And such the Roman camps do rise
121:04,440[A  ]| In$4$ hills for$4$ soldiers' obsequies. <440>
121:04,441[A  ]| This scene again withdrawing brings
121:04,442[A  ]| A new and empty face of things;
121:04,443[A  ]| A levelled space, as smooth and plain,
121:04,444[A  ]| As clothes for$4$ Lely stretched to$9$ stain.
121:04,445[A  ]| The world when first created sure
121:04,446[A  ]| Was such a table rase and pure.
121:04,447[A  ]| Or rather such is the toril
121:04,448[A  ]| Before the bulls enter at Madril.
121:04,449[A  ]| For$3$ to$4$ this naked equal flat,
121:04,450[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Levellers take pattern at, <450>
121:04,451[A  ]| The villagers in$4$ common chase
121:04,452[A  ]| Their cattle, which$6#1$ it closer rase;
121:04,453[A  ]| And what below the scythe increased
121:04,454[A  ]| Is pinched yet nearer by$4$ the beast.
121:04,455[A  ]| Such, in$4$ the painted world, appeared
121:04,456[A  ]| Davenant with the universal herd.
121:04,457[A  ]| They seem within the polished grass
121:04,458[A  ]| A landscape drawn in$4$ looking-glass.
121:04,459[A  ]| And shrunk in$4$ the huge pasture show
121:04,460[A  ]| As spots, so$5#2$ shaped, on$4$ faces do. <460>
121:04,461[A  ]| Such fleas, before they approach the eye,
121:04,462[A  ]| In$4$ multiplying glasses lie.
121:04,463[A  ]| They feed so$5#1$ wide, so$5#1$ slowly move,
121:04,464[A  ]| As constellations do above.
121:04,465[A  ]| Then, to$9$ conclude these pleasant acts,
121:04,466[A  ]| Denton sets ope its cataracts;
121:04,467[A  ]| And makes the meadow truly be
121:04,468[A  ]| (What it but seemed before) a sea.
121:04,469[A  ]| For$3$, jealous of its lord's long stay,
121:04,470[A  ]| It tries to$9$ invite him thus away. <470>
121:04,471[A  ]| The river in$4$ itself is drowned,
121:04,472[A  ]| And isles the astonished cattle round
121:04,473[A  ]| Let others tell the Paradox,
121:04,474[A  ]| How eels now bellow in$4$ the ox;
121:04,475[A  ]| How horses at their tails do kick,
121:04,476[A  ]| Turned as they hang to$4$ leeches quick;
121:04,477[A  ]| How boats can over bridges sail;
121:04,478[A  ]| And fishes do the stables scale.
121:04,479[A  ]| How salmons trespassing are found;
121:04,480[A  ]| And pikes are taken in$4$ the pound. <480>
121:04,481[A  ]| But I, retiring from the flood,
121:04,482[A  ]| Take sanctuary in$4$ the wood;
121:04,483[A  ]| And, while it lasts, myself embark
121:04,484[A  ]| In$4$ this yet green, yet growing ark;
121:04,485[A  ]| Where the first carpenter might best
121:04,486[A  ]| Fit timber for$4$ his keel have pressed.
121:04,487[A  ]| And where all creatures might have shares,
121:04,488[A  ]| Although in$4$ armies, not in$4$ pairs.
121:04,489[A  ]| The double wood of ancient stocks
121:04,490[A  ]| Linked in$5$ so$5#1$ thick, a union locks, <490>
121:04,491[A  ]| It like$4$ two pedigrees appears,
121:04,492[A  ]| On$4$ one hand Fairfax, the other Vere's:
121:04,493[A  ]| Of whom though many fell in$4$ war,
121:04,494[A  ]| Yet more to$4$ heaven shooting are:
121:04,495[A  ]| And, as they Nature's cradle decked,
121:04,496[A  ]| Will$1$ in$4$ green age her hearse expect.
121:04,497[A  ]| When first the eye this forest sees
121:04,498[A  ]| It seems indeed as wood not trees:
121:04,499[A  ]| As if their neighbourhood so$5#1$ old
121:04,500[A  ]| To$4$ one great trunk them all did mould. <500>
121:04,501[A  ]| There the huge bulk takes place, as meant
121:04,502[A  ]| To$9$ thrust up$5$ a fifth element;
121:04,503[A  ]| And stretches still so$5#1$ closely wedged
121:04,504[A  ]| As if the night within were hedged.
121:04,505[A  ]| Dark all without it knits; within
121:04,506[A  ]| It opens passable and thin;
121:04,507[A  ]| And in$4$ as loose an order grows,
121:04,508[A  ]| As the Corinthian porticoes.
121:04,509[A  ]| The arching boughs unite between
121:04,510[A  ]| The columns of the temple green; <510>
121:04,511[A  ]| And underneath the winged choirs
121:04,512[A  ]| Echo about their tuned fires.
121:04,513[A  ]| The nightingale does here make choice
121:04,514[A  ]| To$9$ sing the trials of her voice.
121:04,515[A  ]| Low shrubs she sits in$4$, and adorns
121:04,516[A  ]| With music high the squatted thorns.
121:04,517[A  ]| But highest oaks stoop down to$9$ hear,
121:04,518[A  ]| And listening elders prick the ear.
121:04,519[A  ]| The thorn, lest it should hurt her, draws
121:04,520[A  ]| Within the skin its shrunken claws. <520>
121:04,521[A  ]| But I have for$4$ my music found
121:04,522[A  ]| A sadder, yet more pleasing sound:
121:04,523[A  ]| The stockdoves, whose fair necks are graced
121:04,524[A  ]| With nuptial rings their ensigns chaste;
121:04,525[A  ]| Yet always, for$4$ some cause unknown,
121:04,526[A  ]| Sad pair unto the elms they moan.
121:04,527[A  ]| O why should such a couple mourn,
121:04,528[A  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ so$5#1$ equal flames do burn!
121:04,529[A  ]| Then as I careless on$4$ the bed
121:04,530[A  ]| Of gelid strawberries do tread, <530>
121:04,531[A  ]| And through the hazels thick espy
121:04,532[A  ]| The hatching throstle's shining eye,
121:04,533[A  ]| The heron from the ash's top,
121:04,534[A  ]| The eldest of its young lets drop,
121:04,535[A  ]| As if it stork-like did pretend
121:04,536[A  ]| That$6#2$ tribute to$4$ its lord to$9$ send.
121:04,537[A  ]| But most the hewel's wonders are,
121:04,538[A  ]| Who$6#1$ here has the holt-felsters care.
121:04,539[A  ]| He walks still upright from the root,
121:04,540[A  ]| Measuring the timber with his foot; <540>
121:04,541[A  ]| And all the way, to$9$ keep it clean,
121:04,542[A  ]| Doth from the bark the woodmoths glean.
121:04,543[A  ]| He, with his beak, examines well
121:04,544[A  ]| Which$6#1$ fit to$9$ stand and which$6#1$ to$9$ fell.
121:04,545[A  ]| The good he numbers up$5$, and hacks;
121:04,546[A  ]| As if he marked them with the axe.
121:04,547[A  ]| But where he, tinkling with his beak,
121:04,548[A  ]| Does find the hollow oak to$9$ speak,
121:04,549[A  ]| That$6#1$ for$4$ his building he designs,
121:04,550[A  ]| And through the tainted side he mines. <550>
121:04,551[A  ]| Who$6#2$ could have thought the tallest oak
121:04,552[A  ]| Should fall by$4$ such a feeble stroke!
121:04,553[A  ]| Nor would it, had the tree not fed
121:04,554[A  ]| A traitor-worm, within it bred.
121:04,555[A  ]| (As first our flesh corrupt within
121:04,556[A  ]| Tempts impotent and bashful sin.
121:04,557[A  ]| And yet that$6#2$ worm triumphs not long,
121:04,558[A  ]| But serves to$9$ feed the hewel's young.
121:04,559[A  ]| While the oak seems to$9$ fall content,
121:04,560[A  ]| Viewing the treason's punishment. <560>
121:04,561[A  ]| Thus I, easy philosopher,
121:04,562[A  ]| Among the birds and trees confer:
121:04,563[A  ]| And little now to$9$ make me, wants
121:04,564[A  ]| Or of the fowls, or of the plants.
121:04,565[A  ]| Give me but wings as they, and I
121:04,566[A  ]| Straight floating on$4$ the air shall fly:
121:04,567[A  ]| Or turn me but, and you shall see
121:04,568[A  ]| I was but an inverted tree.
121:04,569[A  ]| Already I begin to$9$ call
121:04,570[A  ]| In$4$ their most learned original: <570>
121:04,571[A  ]| And where I language want, my signs
121:04,572[A  ]| The bird upon$4$ the bough divines;
121:04,573[A  ]| And more attentive there doth fit
121:04,574[A  ]| Than if she were with lime-twigs knit.
121:04,575[A  ]| No$2$ leaf does tremble in$4$ the wind
121:04,576[A  ]| Which$6#1$ I returning can not find.
121:04,577[A  ]| Out of these scattered Sibyl's leaves
121:04,578[A  ]| Strange prophecies my fancy weaves:
121:04,579[A  ]| And in$4$ one history consumes,
121:04,580[A  ]| Like$4$ Mexique paintings, all the plumes. <580>
121:04,581[A  ]| What Rome, Greece, Palestine, ever said
121:04,582[A  ]| I in$4$ this light mosaic read.
121:04,583[A  ]| Thrice happy he who$6#1$, not mistook,
121:04,584[A  ]| Hath read in$4$ Nature's mystic book.
121:04,585[A  ]| And see how chance's better wit
121:04,586[A  ]| Could with a mask my studies hit!
121:04,587[A  ]| The oak leaves me embroider all,
121:04,588[A  ]| Between which$6#1$ caterpillars crawl:
121:04,589[A  ]| And ivy, with familiar trails,
121:04,590[A  ]| Me licks, and clasps, and curls, and hales. <590>
121:04,591[A  ]| Under this antic cope I move
121:04,592[A  ]| Like$4$ some great prelate of the grove,
121:04,593[A  ]| Then, languishing with ease, I toss
121:04,594[A  ]| On$4$ pallets swollen of velvet moss;
121:04,595[A  ]| While the wind, cooling through the boughs,
121:04,596[A  ]| Flatters with air my panting brows.
121:04,597[A  ]| Thanks for$4$ my rest ye mossy banks,
121:04,598[A  ]| And unto you cool zephyrs thanks,
121:04,599[A  ]| Who$6#1$, as my hair, my thoughts too shed,
121:04,600[A  ]| And winnow from the chaff my head. <600>
121:04,601[A  ]| How safe, methinks, and strong, behind
121:04,602[A  ]| These trees have I encamped my mind;
121:04,603[A  ]| Where beauty, aiming at the heart,
121:04,604[A  ]| Bends in$4$ some tree its useless dart;
121:04,605[A  ]| And where the world no$2$ certain shot
121:04,606[A  ]| Can make, or me it toucheth not.
121:04,607[A  ]| But I on$4$ it securely play,
121:04,608[A  ]| And gall its horsemen all the day.
121:04,609[A  ]| Bind me ye woodbines in$4$ your twines,
121:04,610[A  ]| Curl me about ye gadding vines, <610>
121:04,611[A  ]| And oh so$5#1$ close your circles lace,
121:04,612[A  ]| That$3$ I may never leave this place:
121:04,613[A  ]| But, lest your fetters prove too weak,
121:04,614[A  ]| Before I your silken bondage break,
121:04,615[A  ]| Do you, O brambles, chain me too,
121:04,616[A  ]| And courteous briars nail me through.
121:04,617[A  ]| Here in$4$ the morning tie my chain,
121:04,618[A  ]| Where the two woods have made a lane;
121:04,619[A  ]| While, like$4$ a guard on$4$ either side,
121:04,620[A  ]| The trees before their lord divide; <620>
121:04,621[A  ]| This, like$4$ a long and equal thread, 
121:04,622[A  ]| Betwixt two labyrinths does lead.
121:04,623[A  ]| But, where the floods did lately drown,
121:04,624[A  ]| There at the evening stake me down.
121:04,625[A  ]| For$3$ now the waves are fallen and dried,
121:04,626[A  ]| And now the meadows fresher died;
121:04,627[A  ]| Whose grass, with moister colour dashed,
121:04,628[A  ]| Seems as green silks but newly washed.
121:04,629[A  ]| No$2$ serpent new nor crocodile
121:04,630[A  ]| Remains behind our little Nile; <630>
121:04,631[A  ]| Unless itself you will$1$ mistake, 
121:04,632[A  ]| Among these meads the only snake.
121:04,633[A  ]| See in$4$ what wanton harmless folds
121:04,634[A  ]| It everywhere the meadow holds;
121:04,635[A  ]| And its yet muddy back doth lick,
121:04,636[A  ]| Till as a crystal mirror slick;
121:04,637[A  ]| Where all things gaze themselves, and doubt
121:04,638[A  ]| If they be in$4$ it or without.
121:04,639[A  ]| And for$4$ his shade which$6#1$ therein shines,
121:04,640[A  ]| Narcissus like$5$, the sun too pines. <640>
121:04,641[A  ]| Oh what a pleasure it is to$9$ hedge
121:04,642[A  ]| My temples here with heavy sedge;
121:04,643[A  ]| Abandoning my lazy side,
121:04,644[A  ]| Stretched as a bank unto the tide;
121:04,645[A  ]| Or to$9$ suspend my sliding foot
121:04,646[A  ]| On$4$ the osier's undermined root,
121:04,647[A  ]| And in$4$ its branches tough to$9$ hang,
121:04,648[A  ]| While at my lines the fishes twang!
121:04,649[A  ]| But now away my hooks, my quills,
121:04,650[A  ]| And angels, idle utensils. <650>
121:04,651[A  ]| The young Maria walks tonight:
121:04,652[A  ]| Hide trifling youth thy pleasures slight.
121:04,653[A  ]| It were shame that$3$ such judicious eyes
121:04,654[A  ]| Should with such toys a man surprise;
121:04,655[A  ]| She that$6#1$ already is the law
121:04,656[A  ]| Of all her sex, her age's awe.
121:04,657[A  ]| See how loose Nature, in$4$ respect
121:04,658[A  ]| To$4$ her, itself doth recollect;
121:04,659[A  ]| And everything so$5#1$ whisht and fine,
121:04,660[A  ]| Starts forthwith to$4$ its 9bonne*mine. <660>
121:04,661[A  ]| The sun himself, or her aware,
121:04,662[A  ]| Seems to$9$ descend with greater care;
121:04,663[A  ]| And lest she see him go to$4$ bed,
121:04,664[A  ]| In$4$ blushing clouds conceals his head.
121:04,665[A  ]| So$3$ when the shadows laid asleep
121:04,666[A  ]| From underneath these banks do creep;
121:04,667[A  ]| And on$4$ the river as it flows
121:04,668[A  ]| With eben shuts begin to$9$ close;
121:04,669[A  ]| The modest halcyon comes in$4$ sight,
121:04,670[A  ]| Flying betwixt the day and night; <670>
121:04,671[A  ]| And such an horror calm and dumb,
121:04,672[A  ]| Admiring Nature does benumb.
121:04,673[A  ]| The viscous air, wheresoever she fly,
121:04,674[A  ]| Follows and sucks her azure dye;
121:04,675[A  ]| The jellying stream compacts below,
121:04,676[A  ]| If it might fix her shadow so$5#2$;
121:04,677[A  ]| The stupid fishes hang, as plain
121:04,678[A  ]| As flies in$4$ crystal overtaken,
121:04,679[A  ]| And men the silent scene assist,
121:04,680[A  ]| Charmed with the sapphire-winged mist. <680>
121:04,681[A  ]| Maria such, and so$3$ doth hush
121:04,682[A  ]| The world, and through the evening rush.
121:04,683[A  ]| No$2$ new-born comet such a train
121:04,684[A  ]| Draws through the sky, nor star new-slain.
121:04,685[A  ]| For$3$ straight those giddy rockets fail,
121:04,686[A  ]| Which$6#1$ from the putrid earth exhale,
121:04,687[A  ]| But by$4$ her flames, in$4$ heaven tried,
121:04,688[A  ]| Nature is wholly vitrified.
121:04,689[A  ]| It is she that$6#1$ to$4$ these gardens gave
121:04,690[A  ]| That$6#2$ wondrous beauty which$6#1$ they have; <690>
121:04,691[A  ]| She straightness on$4$ the woods bestows;
121:04,692[A  ]| To$4$ her the Meadow sweetness owes;
121:04,693[A  ]| Nothing could make the river be
121:04,694[A  ]| So$5#1$ crystal pure but only she;
121:04,695[A  ]| She yet more pure, sweet, straight, and fair,
121:04,696[A  ]| Than gardens, woods, meads, rivers are.
121:04,697[A  ]| Therefore what first she on$4$ them spent,
121:04,698[A  ]| They gratefully again present.
121:04,699[A  ]| The meadow carpets where to$9$ tread;
121:04,700[A  ]| The garden flowers to$9$ crown her head; <700>
121:04,701[A  ]| And for$4$ a glass the limpid brook,
121:04,702[A  ]| Where she may all her beauties look;
121:04,703[A  ]| But, since she would not have them seen,
121:04,704[A  ]| The wood about her draws a screen.
121:04,705[A  ]| For$3$ she, to$4$ higher beauties raised,
121:04,706[A  ]| Disdains to$9$ be for$4$ lesser praised.
121:04,707[A  ]| She counts her beauty to$9$ converse
121:04,708[A  ]| In$4$ all the languages as hers;
121:04,709[A  ]| Nor yet in$4$ those herself employs
121:04,710[A  ]| But for$4$ the wisdom, not the noise; <710>
121:04,711[A  ]| Nor yet that$6#2$ wisdom would affect,
121:04,712[A  ]| But as it is heaven's dialect.
121:04,713[A  ]| Blest nymph! that$6#1$ couldst so$5#1$ soon prevent
121:04,714[A  ]| Those trains by$4$ youth against thee meant;
121:04,715[A  ]| Tears (watery shot that$6#1$ pierce the mind;)
121:04,716[A  ]| And sighs (love's cannon charged with wind;)
121:04,717[A  ]| True praise (that$6#1$ breaks through all defence;)
121:04,718[A  ]| And feigned complying innocence;
121:04,719[A  ]| But knowing where this ambush lay,
121:04,720[A  ]| She escaped the safe, but roughest way. <720>
121:04,721[A  ]| This it is to$9$ have been from the first
121:04,722[A  ]| In$4$ a domestic heaven nursed,
121:04,723[A  ]| Under the discipline severe
121:04,724[A  ]| Of Fairfax, and the starry Vere;
121:04,725[A  ]| Where not one object can come nigh
121:04,726[A  ]| But pure, and spotless as the eye;
121:04,727[A  ]| And goodness doth itself entail
121:04,728[A  ]| On$4$ females, if there want a male.
121:04,729[A  ]| Go now fond sex that$6#1$ on$4$ your face
121:04,730[A  ]| Do all your useless study place, <730>
121:04,731[A  ]| Nor once at vice your brows dare knit
121:04,732[A  ]| Lest the smooth forehead wrinkled fit
121:04,733[A  ]| Yet your own face shall at you grin,
121:04,734[A  ]| Through the black-bag of your skin;
121:04,735[A  ]| When knowledge only could have filled
121:04,736[A  ]| And virtue all those furrows tilled.
121:04,737[A  ]| Hence she with graces more divine
121:04,738[A  ]| Supplies beyond her sex the line;
121:04,739[A  ]| And, like$4$ a sprig of mistletoe,
121:04,740[A  ]| On$4$ the Fairfacian oak does grow; <740>
121:04,741[A  ]| Whence, for$4$ some universal good,
121:04,742[A  ]| The priest shall cut the sacred bud;
121:04,743[A  ]| While her glad parents must rejoice,
121:04,744[A  ]| And make their destiny their choice.
121:04,745[A  ]| Meantime ye fields, springs, bushes, flowers,
121:04,746[A  ]| Where yet she leads her studious hours,
121:04,747[A  ]| (Till fate her worthily translates,
121:04,748[A  ]| And find a Fairfax for$4$ our Thwaites)
121:04,749[A  ]| Employ the means you have by$4$ her,
121:04,750[A  ]| And in$4$ your kind yourselves prefer; <750>
121:04,751[A  ]| That$3$, as all virgins she precedes,
121:04,752[A  ]| So$3$ you all woods, streams, gardens, meads.
121:04,753[A  ]| For$4$ you Thessalian Tempe's seat
121:04,754[A  ]| Shall now be scorned as obsolete;
121:04,755[A  ]| Aranjuez, as less, disdained;
121:04,756[A  ]| The Bel-Retiro as constrained;
121:04,757[A  ]| But name not the Idalian grove,
121:04,758[A  ]| For$3$ it was the seat of wanton love;
121:04,759[A  ]| Much less the dead's Elysian Fields,
121:04,760[A  ]| Yet nor to$4$ them your beauty yields. <760>
121:04,761[A  ]| It is not, what once it was, the world;
121:04,762[A  ]| But a rude heap together hurled;
121:04,763[A  ]| All negligently overthrown,
121:04,764[A  ]| Gulfs, deserts, precipices, stone.
121:04,765[A  ]| Your lesser world contains the same.
121:04,766[A  ]| But in$4$ more decent order tame;
121:04,767[A  ]| You heaven's centre, Nature's lap.
121:04,768[A  ]| And paradise's only map.
121:04,769[A  ]| But now the salmon-fishers moist
121:04,770[A  ]| Their leathern boats begin to$9$ hoist; <770>
121:04,771[A  ]| And, like$4$ Antipodes in$4$ shoes,
121:04,772[A  ]| Have shod their heads in$4$ their canoes.
121:04,773[A  ]| How tortoise-like, but not so$5#1$ slow,
121:04,774[A  ]| These rational amphibii go?
121:04,775[A  ]| Let us in$5$: for$3$ the dark hemisphere
121:04,776[A  ]| Does now like$4$ one of them appear.
121:04,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:04,000['  ]| < Variants have been noted between this modern version >
121:04,000['  ]| < and that of the 1681 folio and the available stanzas>
121:04,000['  ]| < found in MS Eng. poet.d.49. (The stanzas missing from>
121:04,000['  ]| < this manuscript are 4-7 (ll.1-4), 11-14 (ll.1-4), 18-32, >
121:04,000['  ]| <35 (ll.4-8), 38, 53-56 (ll.1-4), 60-66, 77 (ll.4-8)-80, and>
121:04,000['  ]| <84 (ll.4-8)-94). >
121:05,000@@@@@| 
121:05,000['  ]| <A Dialogue between the Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure.>
121:05,001@b   | Courage my Soul, now learn to$9$ wield
121:05,002@b   | The weight of thine immortal shield.
121:05,003@b   | Close on$4$ thy head thy helmet bright.
121:05,004@b   | Balance thy sword against the fight.
121:05,005@b   | See where an army, strong as fair,
121:05,006@b   | With silken banners spreads the air.
121:05,007@b   | Now, if thou beest that$6#2$ thing divine,
121:05,008@b   | In$4$ this day's combat let it shine:
121:05,009@b   | And show that$3$ Nature wants an art
121:05,010@b   | To$9$ conquer one resolved heart. <10>
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,011@c   | Welcome the creation's guest,
121:05,012@c   | Lord of earth, and heaven's heir.
121:05,013@c   | Lay aside that$6#2$ warlike crest,
121:05,014@c   | And of Nature's banquet share:
121:05,015@c   | Where the souls of fruits and flowers
121:05,016@c   | Stand prepared to$9$ heighten yours.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,017@b   | I sup above, and can not stay
121:05,018@b   | To$9$ bait so$5#1$ long upon$4$ the way.
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,019@c   | On$4$ these downy pillows lie,
121:05,020@c   | Whose soft plumes will$1$ thither fly: <20>
121:05,021@c   | On$4$ these roses strewed so$5#1$ plain
121:05,022@c   | Lest one leaf thy side should strain.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,023@b   | My gentler rest is on$4$ a thought,
121:05,024@b   | Conscious of doing what I ought.
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,025@c   | If thou beest with perfumes pleased,
121:05,026@c   | Such as oft the gods appeased,
121:05,027@c   | Thou in$4$ fragrant clouds shalt show
121:05,028@c   | Like$4$ another god below.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,029@b   | A Soul that$6#1$ knows not to$9$ presume
121:05,030@b   | Is heaven's and its own perfume. <30>
121:05,000[A  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,031@c   | Everything does seem to$9$ vie
121:05,032@c   | Which$6#1$ should first attract thine eye:
121:05,033@c   | But since none deserves that$6#2$ grace,
121:05,034@c   | In$4$ this crystal view thy face.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,035@b   | When the Creator's skill is prized,
121:05,036@b   | The rest is all but earth disguised.
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,037@c   | Hark how music then prepares
121:05,038@c   | For$4$ thy stay these charming airs;
121:05,039@c   | Which$6#1$ the posting winds recall,
121:05,040@c   | And suspend the river's fall. <40>
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,041@b   | Had I but any time to$9$ lose,
121:05,042@b   | On$4$ this I would it all dispose.
121:05,043@b   | Cease, tempter. None can chain a mind
121:05,044@b   | Whom this sweet chordage can not bind.
121:05,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:05,045@d   | Earth can not show so$5#1$ brave a sight
121:05,046@d   | As when a single soul does fence
121:05,047@d   | The batteries of alluring sense,
121:05,048@d   | And heaven views it with delight.
121:05,049@d   | Then persevere: for$3$ still new charges sound:
121:05,050@d   | And if thou overcomest, thou shalt be crowned. <50>
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,051@c   | All this fair, and soft, and sweet,
121:05,052@c   | Which$6#1$ scatteringly doth shine,
121:05,053@c   | Shall within one beauty meet,
121:05,054@c   | And she be only thine.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,055@b   | If things of sight such heavens be,
121:05,056@b   | What heavens are those we can not see?
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,057@c   | Wheresoever thy foot shall go
121:05,058@c   | The minted gold shall lie;
121:05,059@c   | Till thou purchase all below,
121:05,060@c   | And want new worlds to$9$ buy. <60>
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,061@b   | Were it not a price who$6#2$ would value gold?
121:05,062@b   | And that$6#2$ is worth naught that$6#1$ can be sold.
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,063@c   | Wilt thou all the glory have
121:05,064@c   | That$6#1$ war or peace commend?
121:05,065@c   | Half the world shall be thy slave
121:05,066@c   | The other half thy friend.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,067@b   | What friends, if to$4$ myself untrue?
121:05,068@b   | What slaves, unless I captive you?
121:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
121:05,069@c   | Thou shalt know each hidden cause;
121:05,070@c   | And see the future time: <70>
121:05,071@c   | Try what depth the centre draws;
121:05,072@c   | And then to$4$ heaven climb.
121:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:05,073@b   | None thither mounts by$4$ the degree
121:05,074@b   | Of knowledge, but humility.
121:05,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:05,075@d   | Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;
121:05,076@d   | The world has not one pleasure more:
121:05,077@d   | The rest does lie beyond the Pole,
121:05,078@d   | And is thine everlasting store.
121:05,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:06,000@@@@@| 
121:06,000['  ]| <On a Drop of Dew.>
121:06,001[A  ]| See how the orient dew,
121:06,002[A  ]| Shed from the bosom of the morn
121:06,003[A  ]| Into the blowing roses,
121:06,004[A  ]| Yet careless of its mansion new;
121:06,005[A  ]| For$4$ the clear region where it was born
121:06,006[A  ]| Round in$4$ itself encloses:
121:06,007[A  ]| And in$4$ its little globe's extent,
121:06,008[A  ]| Frames as it can its native element.
121:06,009[A  ]| How it the purple flower does slight,
121:06,010[A  ]| Scarce touching where it lies, <10>
121:06,011[A  ]| But gazing back upon$4$ the skies,
121:06,012[A  ]| Shines with a mournful light;
121:06,013[A  ]| Like$4$ its own tear,
121:06,014[A  ]| Because so$5#1$ long divided from the sphere.
121:06,015[A  ]| Restless it rolls and unsecure,
121:06,016[A  ]| Trembling lest it grow impure:
121:06,017[A  ]| Till the warm sun pity its pain,
121:06,018[A  ]| And to$4$ the skies exhale it back again.
121:06,019[A  ]| So$3$ the soul, that$6#2$ drop, that$6#2$ ray
121:06,020[A  ]| Of the clear fountain of eternal day, <20>
121:06,021[A  ]| Could it within the human flower be seen,
121:06,022[A  ]| Remembering still its former height,
121:06,023[A  ]| Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green;
121:06,024[A  ]| And, recollecting its own light,
121:06,025[A  ]| Does, in$4$ its pure and circling thoughts, express
121:06,026[A  ]| The greater heaven in$4$ a heaven less.
121:06,027[A  ]| In$4$ how coy a figure wound,
121:06,028[A  ]| Every way it turns away:
121:06,029[A  ]| So$3$ the world excluding round,
121:06,030[A  ]| Yet receiving in$4$ the day. <30>
121:06,031[A  ]| Dark beneath, but bright above:
121:06,032[A  ]| Here disdaining, there in$4$ love.
121:06,033[A  ]| How loose and easy hence to$9$ go:
121:06,034[A  ]| How girt and ready to$9$ ascend.
121:06,035[A  ]| Moving but on$4$ a point below,
121:06,036[A  ]| It all about does upwards bend.
121:06,037[A  ]| Such did the manna's sacred dew distil;
121:06,038[A  ]| White, and entire, though congealed and chill.
121:06,039[A  ]| Congealed on$4$ earth: but does, dissolving, run
121:06,040[A  ]| Into the glories of the almighty sun. <40>
121:06,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:06,000['  ]| <The Latin version of this poem, entitled Ros, appears in both >
121:06,000['  ]| <the folio and Eng. poet.d.49.> 
121:07,000@@@@@| 
121:07,000['  ]| <The Coronet.>
121:07,001[A  ]| When for$4$ the thorns with which$6#1$ I long, too long,
121:07,002[A  ]| With many a piercing wound,
121:07,003[A  ]| My saviour's head have crowned,
121:07,004[A  ]| I seek with garlands to$9$ redress that$6#2$ wrong:
121:07,005[A  ]| Through every garden, every mead,
121:07,006[A  ]| I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers)
121:07,007[A  ]| Dismantling all the fragrant towers
121:07,008[A  ]| That$6#1$ once adorned my shepherdess's head.
121:07,009[A  ]| And now when I have summed up$5$ all my store,
121:07,010[A  ]| Thinking (so$3$ I myself deceive) <10>
121:07,011[A  ]| So$5#1$ rich a chaplet thence to$9$ weave
121:07,012[A  ]| As never yet the king of glory wore:
121:07,013[A  ]| Alas I find the serpent old
121:07,014[A  ]| That$6#1$, twining in$4$ his speckled breast,
121:07,015[A  ]| About the flowers disguised does fold,
121:07,016[A  ]| With wreaths of fame and interest.
121:07,017[A  ]| Ah, foolish man, that$6#1$ wouldst debase with them,
121:07,018[A  ]| And mortal glory, heaven's diadem!
121:07,019[A  ]| But thou who$6#1$ only couldst the serpent tame,
121:07,020[A  ]| Either his slippery knots at once untie, <20>
121:07,021[A  ]| And disentangle all his winding snare:
121:07,022[A  ]| Or shatter too with him my curious frame:
121:07,023[A  ]| And let these wither, so$3$ that$3$ he may die,
121:07,024[A  ]| Though set with skill and chosen out with care.
121:07,025[A  ]| That$3$ they, while thou on$4$ both their spoils dost tread,
121:07,026[A  ]| May crown thy feet, that$6#1$ could not crown thy head.
121:07,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:08,000@@@@@| 
121:08,000['  ]| <Eyes and Tears.>
121:08,001[A  ]| How wisely Nature did decree,
121:08,002[A  ]| With the same eyes to$9$ weep and see!
121:08,003[A  ]| That$3$, having viewed the object vain,
121:08,004[A  ]| They might be ready to$9$ complain.
121:08,005[A  ]| And, since the self-deluding sight,
121:08,006[A  ]| In$4$ a false angle takes each height;
121:08,007[A  ]| These tears which$6#1$ better measure all,
121:08,008[A  ]| Like$4$ watery lines and plummets fall.
121:08,009[A  ]| Two tears, which$6#1$ Sorrow long did weigh
121:08,010[A  ]| Within the scales of either eye, <10>
121:08,011[A  ]| And then paid out in$4$ equal poise,
121:08,012[A  ]| Are the true price of all my joys.
121:08,013[A  ]| What in$4$ the world most fair appears,
121:08,014[A  ]| Yea even laughter, turns to$4$ tears:
121:08,015[A  ]| And all the jewels which$6#1$ we prize,
121:08,016[A  ]| Melt in$4$ these pendants of the eyes.
121:08,017[A  ]| I have through every garden been,
121:08,018[A  ]| Amongst the red, the white, the green;
121:08,019[A  ]| And yet, from all the flowers I saw,
121:08,020[A  ]| No$2$ honey, but these tears could draw. <20>
121:08,021[A  ]| So$3$ the all-seeing sun each day
121:08,022[A  ]| Distils the world with chemic ray;
121:08,023[A  ]| But finds the essence only showers,
121:08,024[A  ]| Which$6#1$ straight in$4$ pity back he pours.
121:08,025[A  ]| Yet happy they whom grief doth bless,
121:08,026[A  ]| That$6#1$ weep the more, and see the less:
121:08,027[A  ]| And, to$9$ preserve their sight more true,
121:08,028[A  ]| Bathe still their eyes in$4$ their own dew.
121:08,029[A  ]| So$3$ Magdalen, in$4$ tears more wise
121:08,030[A  ]| Dissolved those captivating eyes, <30>
121:08,031[A  ]| Whose liquid chains could flowing meet
121:08,032[A  ]| To$9$ fetter her Redeemer's feet.
121:08,033[A  ]| Not full sails hasting loaden home,
121:08,034[A  ]| Nor the chaste lady's pregnant womb,
121:08,035[A  ]| Nor Cynthia teeming shows so$5#1$ fair,
121:08,036[A  ]| As two eyes swollen with weeping are.
121:08,037[A  ]| The sparkling glance that$6#1$ shoots desire,
121:08,038[A  ]| Drenched in$4$ these waves, does lose its fire.
121:08,039[A  ]| Yea oft the thunderer pity takes
121:08,040[A  ]| And here the hissing lightning slakes. <40>
121:08,041[A  ]| The incense was to$4$ heaven dear,
121:08,042[A  ]| Not as a perfume, but a tear.
121:08,043[A  ]| And stars show lovely in$4$ the night,
121:08,044[A  ]| But as they seem the tears of light.
121:08,045[A  ]| Ope then mine eyes your double sluice,
121:08,046[A  ]| And practise so$5#2$ your noblest use.
121:08,047[A  ]| For$3$ others too can see, or sleep;
121:08,048[A  ]| But only human eyes can weep.
121:08,049[A  ]| Now like$4$ two clouds dissolving, drop,
121:08,050[A  ]| And at each tear in$4$ distance stop: <50>
121:08,051[A  ]| Now like$4$ two fountains trickle down:
121:08,052[A  ]| Now like$4$ two floods overturn and drown.
121:08,053[A  ]| Thus let your Streams overflow your springs,
121:08,054[A  ]| Till eyes and tears be the same things:
121:08,055[A  ]| And each the other's difference bears;
121:08,056[A  ]| These weeping eyes, those seeing tears.
121:08,057[A  ]| <Magdala, lascivos sic quum dimisit Amantes,>
121:08,058[A  ]| <Fervidaque in castas lumina solvit aquas;>
121:08,059[A  ]| <Ha+esit in irriguo lachrymarum compede Christus,>
121:08,060[A  ]| <Et tenuit sacros uda Catena pedes.> <60>
121:08,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:08,000['  ]| <Lines 29-32 appear in Latin at the end of the poem,>
121:09,000@@@@@| 
121:09,000['  ]| <Bermudas.>
121:09,001[A  ]| Where the remote Bermudas ride
121:09,002[A  ]| In$4$ the ocean's bosom unespied,
121:09,003[A  ]| From a small boat, that$6#1$ rowed along,
121:09,004[A  ]| The listening winds received this song.
121:09,005[A  ]| What should we do but sing his praise
121:09,006[A  ]| That$6#1$ led us through the watery maze,
121:09,007[A  ]| Unto an isle so$5#1$ long unknown,
121:09,008[A  ]| And yet far kinder than our own?
121:09,009[A  ]| Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks,
121:09,010[A  ]| That$6#1$ lift the deep upon$4$ their backs. <10>
121:09,011[A  ]| He lands us on$4$ a grassy stage; 
121:09,012[A  ]| Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage.
121:09,013[A  ]| He gave us this eternal spring,
121:09,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ here enamels everything;
121:09,015[A  ]| And sends the fowls to$4$ us in$4$ care,
121:09,016[A  ]| On$4$ daily visits through the air.
121:09,017[A  ]| He hangs in$4$ shades the orange bright,
121:09,018[A  ]| Like$4$ golden lamps in$4$ a green night.
121:09,019[A  ]| And does in$4$ the pomegranates close,
121:09,020[A  ]| Jewels more rich than Ormus shows. <20>
121:09,021[A  ]| He makes the figs our mouths to$9$ meet; 
121:09,022[A  ]| And throws the melons at our feet.
121:09,023[A  ]| But apples plants of such a price,
121:09,024[A  ]| No$2$ tree could ever bear them twice.
121:09,025[A  ]| With cedars, chosen by$4$ his hand,
121:09,026[A  ]| From Lebanon, he stores the land.
121:09,027[A  ]| And makes the hollow seas, that$6#1$ roar,
121:09,028[A  ]| Proclaim the ambergris on$4$ shore.
121:09,029[A  ]| He cast (of which$6#1$ we rather boast)
121:09,030[A  ]| The gospel's pearl upon$4$ our coast. <30>
121:09,031[A  ]| And in$4$ these rocks for$4$ us did frame
121:09,032[A  ]| A temple, where to$9$ found his name.
121:09,033[A  ]| Oh let our voice his praise exalt,
121:09,034[A  ]| Till it arrive at heaven's vault:
121:09,035[A  ]| Which$6#1$ thence (perhaps) rebounding, may
121:09,036[A  ]| Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
121:09,037[A  ]| Thus sung they, in$4$ the English boat,
121:09,038[A  ]| A holy and a cheerful note,
121:09,039[A  ]| And all the way, to$9$ guide their chime,
121:09,040[A  ]| With falling oars they kept the time. <40>
121:09,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:10,000@@@@@| 
121:10,000['  ]| <Clorinda and Damon>
121:10,001[C  ]| <C.> Damon come drive thy flocks this way.
121:10,002[D  ]| <D.> No$7$: it is too late they went astray.
121:10,003[C  ]| <C.> I have a grassy scutcheon spied
121:10,004[C  ]| Where Flora blazons all her pride.
121:10,005[C  ]| The grass I aim to$9$ feast thy sheep:
121:10,006[C  ]| The flowers I for$4$ thy temples keep.
121:10,007[D  ]| <D.> Grass withers; and the flowers too fade.
121:10,008[C  ]| <C.> Seize the short joys then, before they vade.
121:10,009[C  ]| Seest thou that$6#2$ unfrequented cave?
121:10,010[D  ]| <D.> That$6#2$ den?  
121:10,010[C  ]| <C.> Love's shrine.  
121:10,010[D  ]| <D.> But virtue's grave <10>
121:10,011[C  ]| <C.> In$4$ whose cool bosom we may lie
121:10,012[C  ]| Safe from the sun.  
121:10,012[D  ]| <D.> Not heaven's eye.
121:10,013[C  ]| <C.> Near this, a fountain's liquid bell
121:10,014[C  ]| Tinkles within the concave shell.
121:10,015[D  ]| <D.> Might a soul bathe there and be clean,
121:10,016[D  ]| Or slake its drought?  
121:10,016[C  ]| <C.> What is it you mean?
121:10,017[D  ]| <D.> These once had been enticing things,
121:10,018[D  ]| Clorinda, pastures, caves, and springs.
121:10,019[C  ]| <C.> And what late change?  
121:10,019[D  ]| <D.> The other day
121:10,020[D  ]| Pan met me.  
121:10,020[C  ]| <C.> What did great Pan say? <20>
121:10,021[D  ]| <D.> Words that$6#1$ transcend poor shepherd's skill,
121:10,022[D  ]| But he ever since my songs does fill:
121:10,023[D  ]| And his name swells my slender oat.
121:10,024[C  ]| <C.> Sweet must Pan sound in$4$ Damon's note.
121:10,025[D  ]| <D.> Clorinda's voice might make it sweet.
121:10,026[C  ]| <C.> Who$6#2$ would not in$4$ Pan's praises meet?
121:10,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:10,027[B  ]| Of Pan the flowery pastures sing,
121:10,028[B  ]| Caves echo, and the fountains ring.
121:10,029[B  ]| Sing then while he doth us inspire;
121:10,030[B  ]| For$3$ all the world is our Pan's choir.  <30>
121:10,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:11,000@@@@@| 
121:11,000['  ]| <A Dialogue between the Soul and Body.>
121:11,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:11,001[S  ]| O who$6#2$ shall, from this dungeon, raise
121:11,002[S  ]| A soul enslaved so$5#1$ many ways?
121:11,003[S  ]| With bolts of bones, that$6#1$ fettered stands
121:11,004[S  ]| In$4$ feet; and manacled in$4$ hands.
121:11,005[S  ]| Here blinded with an eye; and there
121:11,006[S  ]| Deaf with the drumming of an ear.
121:11,007[S  ]| A soul hung up$5$, as it were, in$4$ chains
121:11,008[S  ]| Of nerves, and arteries, and veins.
121:11,009[S  ]| Tortured, besides each other part,
121:11,010[S  ]| In$4$ a vain head, and double heart.  <10>
121:11,000['  ]| <Body.>
121:11,011[B  ]| O who$6#2$ shall me deliver whole,
121:11,012[B  ]| From bonds of this tyrannic soul?
121:11,013[B  ]| Which$6#1$, stretched upright, impales me so$5#2$,
121:11,014[B  ]| That$3$ mine own precipice I go;
121:11,015[B  ]| And warms and moves this needless frame:
121:11,016[B  ]| (A fever could but do the same.)
121:11,017[B  ]| And, wanting where its spite to$9$ try,
121:11,018[B  ]| Has made me live to$9$ let me die.
121:11,019[B  ]| A body that$6#1$ could never rest,
121:11,020[B  ]| Since this ill spirit it possessed.  <20>
121:11,000['  ]| <Soul.>
121:11,021[S  ]| What magic could me thus confine
121:11,022[S  ]| Within another's grief to$9$ pine?
121:11,023[S  ]| Where whatsoever it complain,
121:11,024[S  ]| I feel, that$6#1$ can not feel, the pain.
121:11,025[S  ]| And all my care itself employs,
121:11,026[S  ]| That$6#2$ to$9$ preserve, which$6#1$ me destroys:
121:11,027[S  ]| Constrained not only to$9$ endure
121:11,028[S  ]| Diseases, but, what is worse, the cure:
121:11,029[S  ]| And ready oft the port to$9$ gain,
121:11,030[S  ]| Am shipwrecked into health again.  <30>
121:11,000['  ]| <Body.>
121:11,031[B  ]| But physic yet could never reach
121:11,032[B  ]| The maladies thou me dost teach;
121:11,033[B  ]| Whom first the cramp of hope does tear:
121:11,034[B  ]| And then the palsy shakes of fear.
121:11,035[B  ]| The pestilence of love does heat:
121:11,036[B  ]| Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat.
121:11,037[B  ]| Joy's cheerful madness does perplex:
121:11,038[B  ]| Or sorrow's other madness vex.
121:11,039[B  ]| Which$6#1$ knowledge forces me to$9$ know;
121:11,040[B  ]| And memory will$1$ not forgo.  <40>
121:11,041[B  ]| What but a soul could have the wit
121:11,042[B  ]| To$9$ build me up$5$ for$4$ sin so$5#1$ fit?
121:11,043[B  ]| So$3$ architects do square and hew,
121:11,044[B  ]| Green trees that$6#1$ in$4$ the forest grew.
121:11,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:11,000['  ]| <The last 4 lines of the text in Eng. poet.d.49 have been>
121:11,000['  ]| < scored through by the unidentified editor and a notation "Desunt multa">
121:11,000['  ]| < has been added to indicate his view that the poem is incomplete. >
121:11,000['  ]| < Certainly, the irregular line scheme of the poem suggests that this is>
121:11,000['  ]| < the case.) >
121:12,000@@@@@| 
121:12,000['  ]| <The Nymph complaining for the death of her Fawn.>
121:12,001[B  ]| The wanton troopers riding by$5$
121:12,002[B  ]| Have shot my fawn and it will$1$ die.
121:12,003[B  ]| Ungentle men!  They can not thrive
121:12,004[B  ]| To$9$ kill thee.  Thou never didst alive
121:12,005[B  ]| Them any harm: alas nor could
121:12,006[B  ]| Thy death yet do them any good.
121:12,007[B  ]| I am sure I never wished them ill;
121:12,008[B  ]| Nor do I for$4$ all this; nor will$1$:
121:12,009[B  ]| But, if my simple prayers may yet
121:12,010[B  ]| Prevail with heaven to$9$ forget <10>
121:12,011[B  ]| Thy murder, I will$1$ join my tears
121:12,012[B  ]| Rather than fail.  But, O my fears!
121:12,013[B  ]| It can not die so$5#2$.  Heaven's King
121:12,014[B  ]| Keeps register of everything:
121:12,015[B  ]| And nothing may we use in$4$ vain.
121:12,016[B  ]| Even beasts must be with justice slain;
121:12,017[B  ]| Else men are made their deodands.
121:12,018[B  ]| Though they should wash their guilty hands
121:12,019[B  ]| In$4$ this warm life blood, which$6#1$ doth part
121:12,020[B  ]| From thine, and wound me to$4$ the heart, <20>
121:12,021[B  ]| Yet could they not be clean: their stain
121:12,022[B  ]| Is dyed in$4$ such a purple grain.
121:12,023[B  ]| There is not such another in$4$
121:12,024[B  ]| The world, to$9$ offer for$4$ their sin.
121:12,025[B  ]| Unconstant Sylvio, when yet
121:12,026[B  ]| I had not found him counterfeit,
121:12,027[B  ]| One morning (I remember well)
121:12,028[B  ]| Tied in$4$ this silver chain and bell,
121:12,029[B  ]| Gave it to$4$ me: nay and I know
121:12,030[B  ]| What he said then; I am sure I do.  <30>
121:12,031[B  ]| Said he, look how your huntsman here
121:12,032[B  ]| Hath taught a fawn to$9$ hunt his dear.
121:12,033[B  ]| But Sylvio soon had me beguiled.
121:12,034[B  ]| This waxed tame; while he grew wild,
121:12,035[B  ]| And quite regardless of my smart,
121:12,036[B  ]| Left me his fawn, but took his heart.
121:12,037[B  ]| Thenceforth I set myself to$9$ play
121:12,038[B  ]| My solitary time away,
121:12,039[B  ]| With this: and very well content,
121:12,040[B  ]| Could so$5#2$ mine idle life have spent.  <40>
121:12,041[B  ]| For$3$ it was full of sport; and light
121:12,042[B  ]| Of foot, and heart; and did invite,
121:12,043[B  ]| Me to$4$ its game: it seemed to$9$ bless
121:12,044[B  ]| Itself in$4$ me.  How could I less
121:12,045[B  ]| Than love it?  O I can not be
121:12,046[B  ]| Unkind, to$4$ a beast that$6#1$ loveth me.
121:12,047[B  ]| Had it lived long, I do not know
121:12,048[B  ]| Whether it too might have done so$5#2$
121:12,049[B  ]| As Sylvio did: his gifts might be
121:12,050[B  ]| Perhaps as false or more than he.  <50>
121:12,051[B  ]| But I am sure, for$4$ ought that$3$ I
121:12,052[B  ]| Could in$4$ so$5#1$ short a time espy,
121:12,053[B  ]| Thy love was far more better than
121:12,054[B  ]| The love of false and cruel men.
121:12,055[B  ]| With sweetest milk, and sugar, first
121:12,056[B  ]| I it at mine own fingers nursed.
121:12,057[B  ]| And as it grew, so$3$ every day
121:12,058[B  ]| It waxed more white and sweet than they.
121:12,059[B  ]| It had so$5#1$ sweet a breath!  And oft
121:12,060[B  ]| I blushed to$9$ see its foot more soft,  <60>
121:12,061[B  ]| And white, (shall I say than my hand?)
121:12,062[B  ]| Nay any lady's of the land.
121:12,063[B  ]| It is a wondrous thing, how fleet
121:12,064[B  ]| It was on$4$ those little silver feet.
121:12,065[B  ]| With what a pretty skipping grace,
121:12,066[B  ]| It oft would challenge me the race:
121:12,067[B  ]| And when it had left me far away,
121:12,068[B  ]| It would stay, and run again, and stay.
121:12,069[B  ]| For$3$ it was nimbler much than hinds;
121:12,070[B  ]| And trod, as on$4$ the four winds.  <70>
121:12,071[B  ]| I have a garden of my own,
121:12,072[B  ]| But so$5#1$ with roses overgrown,
121:12,073[B  ]| And lilies, that$3$ you would it guess
121:12,074[B  ]| To$9$ be a little wilderness.
121:12,075[B  ]| And all the springtime of the year
121:12,076[B  ]| It only loved to$9$ be there.
121:12,077[B  ]| Among the beds of lilies, I
121:12,078[B  ]| Have sought it oft, where it should lie;
121:12,079[B  ]| Yet could not, till itself would rise,
121:12,080[B  ]| Find it, although before mine eyes.  <80>
121:12,081[B  ]| For$3$, in$4$ the flaxen lilies' shade.
121:12,082[B  ]| It like$4$ a bank of lilies laid.
121:12,083[B  ]| Upon$4$ the roses it would feed,
121:12,084[B  ]| Until its lips even seemed to$9$ bleed:
121:12,085[B  ]| And then to$4$ me it would boldly trip,
121:12,086[B  ]| And print those roses on$4$ my lip.
121:12,087[B  ]| But all its chief delight was still
121:12,088[B  ]| On$4$ roses thus itself to$9$ fill:
121:12,089[B  ]| And its pure virgin limbs to$9$ fold
121:12,090[B  ]| In$4$ whitest sheets of lilies cold. <90>
121:12,091[B  ]| Had it lived long, it would have been  
121:12,092[B  ]| Lilies without, roses within.
121:12,093[B  ]| O help!  O help!  I see it faint:
121:12,094[B  ]| And die as calmly as a saint.
121:12,095[B  ]| See how it weeps.  The tears do come
121:12,096[B  ]| Sad, slowly dropping like$4$ a gum.
121:12,097[B  ]| So$3$ weeps the wounded balsam: so$3$
121:12,098[B  ]| The holy frankincense doth flow.
121:12,099[B  ]| The brotherless Heliades
121:12,100[B  ]| Melt in$4$ such amber tears as these.  <100>
121:12,101[B  ]| I in$4$ a golden vial will$1$ 
121:12,102[B  ]| Keep these two crystal tears; and fill
121:12,103[B  ]| It till it do overflow with mine;
121:12,104[B  ]| Then place it in$4$ Diana's shrine.
121:12,105[B  ]| Now my sweet fawn is vanished to$4$
121:12,106[B  ]| Whither the swans and turtles go
121:12,107[B  ]| In$4$ fair Elisium to$9$ endure,
121:12,108[B  ]| With milk-white lambs, and ermines pure.
121:12,109[B  ]| O do not run too fast: for$3$ I
121:12,110[B  ]| Will$1$ but bespeak thy grave, and die.  <110>
121:12,111[B  ]| First my unhappy statue shall 
121:12,112[B  ]| Be cut in$4$ marble; and withal,
121:12,113[B  ]| Let it be weeping too: but there
121:12,114[B  ]| The engraver sure his art may spare;
121:12,115[B  ]| For$3$ I so$5#1$ truly thee bemoan,
121:12,116[B  ]| That$3$ I shall weep though I be stone:
121:12,117[B  ]| Until my tears, still dropping, wear
121:12,118[B  ]| My breast, themselves engraving there.
121:12,119[B  ]| There at my feet shalt thou be laid,
121:12,120[B  ]| Of purest alabaster made: <120>
121:12,121[B  ]| For$3$ I would have thine image be  
121:12,122[B  ]| White as I can, though not as thee.
121:12,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:13,000@@@@@| 
121:13,000['  ]| <Young Love.>
121:13,001[A  ]| Come little infant, love me now,
121:13,002[A  ]| While thine unsuspected years
121:13,003[A  ]| Clear thine aged father's brow
121:13,004[A  ]| From cold jealousy and fears.
121:13,005[A  ]| Pretty surely it were to$9$ see
121:13,006[A  ]| By$4$ young love old time beguiled:
121:13,007[A  ]| While our sportings are as free
121:13,008[A  ]| As the nurse's with the child.
121:13,009[A  ]| Common beauties stay fifteen;
121:13,010[A  ]| Such as yours should swifter move;  <10>
121:13,011[A  ]| Whose fair blossoms are too green
121:13,012[A  ]| Yet for$4$ lust, but not for$4$ love.
121:13,013[A  ]| Love as much the snowy lamb
121:13,014[A  ]| Or the wanton kid does prize,
121:13,015[A  ]| As the lusty bull or ram,
121:13,016[A  ]| For$4$ his morning sacrifice.
121:13,017[A  ]| Now then love me: time may take
121:13,018[A  ]| Thee before thy time away:
121:13,019[A  ]| Of this need we will$1$ virtue make,
121:13,020[A  ]| And learn love before we may.  <20>
121:13,021[A  ]| So$3$ we win of doubtful fate;
121:13,022[A  ]| And, if good she to$4$ us meant,
121:13,023[A  ]| We that$6#2$ good shall antedate,
121:13,024[A  ]| Or, if ill, that$6#2$ ill prevent.
121:13,025[A  ]| Thus as kingdoms, frustrating
121:13,026[A  ]| Other titles to$4$ their crown,
121:13,027[A  ]| In$4$ the cradle crown their king,
121:13,028[A  ]| So$3$ all foreign claims to$9$ drown.
121:13,029[A  ]| So$3$, to$9$ make all rivals vain,
121:13,030[A  ]| Now I crown thee with my love:  <30>
121:13,031[A  ]| Crown me with thy love again;
121:13,032[A  ]| And we both shall monarchs prove.
121:13,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:14,000@@@@@| 
121:14,000['  ]| <To his Coy Mistress.>
121:14,001[A  ]| Had we but world enough, and time,
121:14,002[A  ]| This coyness lady were no$2$ crime.
121:14,003[A  ]| We would sit down, and think which$6#1$ way
121:14,004[A  ]| To$9$ walk, and pass our long love's day.
121:14,005[A  ]| Thou by$4$ the Indian Ganges' side
121:14,006[A  ]| Shouldst rubies find: I by$4$ the tide
121:14,007[A  ]| Of Humber would complain.  I would
121:14,008[A  ]| Love you ten years before the flood:
121:14,009[A  ]| And you should if you please refuse
121:14,010[A  ]| Till the conversion of the Jews.  <10>
121:14,011[A  ]| My vegetable love should grow
121:14,012[A  ]| Vaster than empires, and more slow.
121:14,013[A  ]| A hundred years should go to$9$ praise
121:14,014[A  ]| Thine eyes, and on$4$ thy forehead gaze.
121:14,015[A  ]| Two hundred to$9$ adore each breast.
121:14,016[A  ]| But thirty thousand to$4$ the rest.
121:14,017[A  ]| An age at least to$4$ every part,
121:14,018[A  ]| And the last age should show your heart.
121:14,019[A  ]| For$3$ lady you deserve this state;
121:14,020[A  ]| Nor would I love at lower rate.  <20>
121:14,021[A  ]| But at my back I always hear
121:14,022[A  ]| Time's winged chariot hurrying near:
121:14,023[A  ]| And yonder all before us lie
121:14,024[A  ]| Deserts of vast eternity.
121:14,025[A  ]| Thy beauty shall no$2$ more be found;
121:14,026[A  ]| Nor, in$4$ thy marble vault, shall sound
121:14,027[A  ]| My echoing song: then worms shall try
121:14,028[A  ]| That$6#2$ long preserved virginity:
121:14,029[A  ]| And your quaint honour turn to$4$ dust;
121:14,030[A  ]| And into ashes all my lust. <30>
121:14,031[A  ]| The grave is a fine and private place,
121:14,032[A  ]| But none I think do there embrace.
121:14,033[A  ]| Now therefore, while the youthful hue
121:14,034[A  ]| Sits on$4$ thy skin like$4$ morning dew,
121:14,035[A  ]| And while thy willing soul transpires
121:14,036[A  ]| At every pore with instant fires,
121:14,037[A  ]| Now let us sport us while we may;
121:14,038[A  ]| And now, like$4$ amorous birds of prey,
121:14,039[A  ]| Rather at once our time devour,
121:14,040[A  ]| Than languish in$4$ his slow-chapped power. <40>
121:14,041[A  ]| Let us roll all our strength, and all
121:14,042[A  ]| Our sweetness, up$5$ into one ball.
121:14,043[A  ]| And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
121:14,044[A  ]| Through the iron gates of life.
121:14,045[A  ]| Thus, though we can not make our sun
121:14,046[A  ]| Stand still, yet we will$1$ make him run.
121:14,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:15,000@@@@@| 
121:15,000['  ]| <The unfortunate Lover.>
121:15,001[A  ]| Alas, how pleasant are their days
121:15,002[A  ]| With whom the infant Love yet plays!
121:15,003[A  ]| Sorted by$4$ pairs, they still are seen
121:15,004[A  ]| By$4$ fountains cool, and shadows green.
121:15,005[A  ]| But soon these flames do lose their light,
121:15,006[A  ]| Like$4$ meteors of a summer's night:
121:15,007[A  ]| Nor can they to$4$ that$6#2$ region climb,
121:15,008[A  ]| To$9$ make impression upon$4$ time.
121:15,009[A  ]| It was in$4$ a shipwreck, when the seas
121:15,010[A  ]| Ruled, and the winds did what they please, <10>
121:15,011[A  ]| That$3$ my poor Lover floating lay,
121:15,012[A  ]| And, before brought forth, was cast away:
121:15,013[A  ]| Till at the last the master-wave
121:15,014[A  ]| Upon$4$ the rock his mother drave;
121:15,015[A  ]| And there she split against the stone,
121:15,016[A  ]| In$4$ a Caesarean section.
121:15,017[A  ]| The sea him lent these bitter tears
121:15,018[A  ]| Which$6#1$ at his eyes he always bears.
121:15,019[A  ]| And from the winds the sighs he bore,
121:15,020[A  ]| Which$6#1$ through his surging breast do roar. <20>
121:15,021[A  ]| No$2$ day he saw but that$6#2$ which$6#1$ breaks,
121:15,022[A  ]| Through frighted clouds in$4$ forked streaks.
121:15,023[A  ]| While round the rattling thunder hurled,
121:15,024[A  ]| As at the funeral of the world.
121:15,025[A  ]| While Nature to$4$ his birth presents
121:15,026[A  ]| This masque of quarrelling elements;
121:15,027[A  ]| A numerous fleet of cormorants black,
121:15,028[A  ]| That$6#1$ sailed insulting over the wrack,
121:15,029[A  ]| Received into their cruel care,
121:15,030[A  ]| The unfortunate and abject heir:  <30>
121:15,031[A  ]| Guardians most fit to$9$ entertain
121:15,032[A  ]| The orphan of the hurricane.
121:15,033[A  ]| They fed him up$5$ with hopes and air,
121:15,034[A  ]| Which$6#1$ soon digested to$4$ despair.
121:15,035[A  ]| And as one cormorant fed him, still
121:15,036[A  ]| Another on$4$ his heart did bill.
121:15,037[A  ]| Thus while they famish him, and feast,
121:15,038[A  ]| He both consumed, and increased:
121:15,039[A  ]| And languished with doubtful breath,
121:15,040[A  ]| The amphibium of life and death.  <40>
121:15,041[A  ]| And now, when angry heaven would
121:15,042[A  ]| Behold a spectacle of blood,
121:15,043[A  ]| Fortune and he are called to$9$ play
121:15,044[A  ]| At sharp before it all the day:
121:15,045[A  ]| And tyrant Love his breast does ply
121:15,046[A  ]| With all his winged artillery.
121:15,047[A  ]| Whilst he, betwixt the flames and waves,
121:15,048[A  ]| Like$4$ Ajax, the mad tempest braves.
121:15,049[A  ]| See how he naked and fierce does stand,
121:15,050[A  ]| Cuffing the thunder with one hand;  <50>
121:15,051[A  ]| While with the other he does lock,
121:15,052[A  ]| And grapple, with the stubborn rock:
121:15,053[A  ]| From which$6#1$ he with each wave rebounds,
121:15,054[A  ]| Torn into flames, and ragged with wounds.
121:15,055[A  ]| And all he says, a lover dressed
121:15,056[A  ]| In$4$ his own blood does relish best.
121:15,057[A  ]| This is the only banneret
121:15,058[A  ]| That$6#1$ ever Love created yet:
121:15,059[A  ]| Who$6#1$ though, by$4$ the malignant stars,
121:15,060[A  ]| Forced to$9$ live in$4$ storms and wars;  <60>
121:15,061[A  ]| Yet dying leaves a perfume here,
121:15,062[A  ]| And music within every ear:
121:15,063[A  ]| And he in$4$ story only rules,
121:15,064[A  ]| In$4$ a field sable a lover gules.
121:15,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:16,000@@@@@| 
121:16,000['  ]| <The Gallery.>
121:16,001[A  ]| Clora come view my soul, and tell
121:16,002[A  ]| Whether I have contrived it well.
121:16,003[A  ]| Now all its several lodgings lie
121:16,004[A  ]| Composed into one gallery;
121:16,005[A  ]| And the great arras-hangings, made
121:16,006[A  ]| Of various faces, by$5$ are laid;
121:16,007[A  ]| That$3$, for$4$ all furniture, you will$1$ find
121:16,008[A  ]| Only your picture in$4$ my mind.
121:16,009[A  ]| Here thou art painted in$4$ the dress
121:16,010[A  ]| Of an inhuman murderess; <10>
121:16,011[A  ]| Examining upon$4$ our hearts
121:16,012[A  ]| Thy fertile shop of cruel arts:
121:16,013[A  ]| Engines more keen than ever yet
121:16,014[A  ]| Adorned tyrant's cabinet;
121:16,015[A  ]| Of which$6#1$ the most tormenting are
121:16,016[A  ]| Black eyes, red lips, and curled hair.
121:16,017[A  ]| But, on$4$ the other side, the art drawn
121:16,018[A  ]| Like$5$ to$4$ Aurora in$4$ the dawn;
121:16,019[A  ]| When in$4$ the East she slumbering lies,
121:16,020[A  ]| And stretches out her milky thighs;  <20>
121:16,021[A  ]| While all the morning choir does sing,
121:16,022[A  ]| And Manna falls, and roses spring;
121:16,023[A  ]| And, at thy feet, the wooing doves
121:16,024[A  ]| Sit perfecting their harmless loves.
121:16,025[A  ]| Like$4$ an enchantress here thou showest,
121:16,026[A  ]| Vexing thy restless lover's ghost;
121:16,027[A  ]| And, by$4$ a light obscure, dost rave
121:16,028[A  ]| Over his entrails, in$4$ the cave;
121:16,029[A  ]| Divining thence, with horrid care,
121:16,030[A  ]| How long thou shalt continue fair;  <30>
121:16,031[A  ]| And (when informed) them throwest away,
121:16,032[A  ]| To$9$ be the greedy vulture's prey.
121:16,033[A  ]| But, against that$6#2$, sittest afloat
121:16,034[A  ]| Like$4$ Venus in$4$ her pearly boat.
121:16,035[A  ]| The halcyons, calming all that$6#1$ is nigh,
121:16,036[A  ]| Betwixt the air and water fly.
121:16,037[A  ]| Or, if some rolling wave appears,
121:16,038[A  ]| A mass of ambergris it bears.
121:16,039[A  ]| Nor blows more wind than what may well
121:16,040[A  ]| Convoy the perfume to$4$ the smell.  <40>
121:16,041[A  ]| These pictures and a thousand more,
121:16,042[A  ]| Of thee, my gallery dost store;
121:16,043[A  ]| In$4$ all the forms thou canst invent
121:16,044[A  ]| Either to$9$ please me, or torment:
121:16,045[A  ]| For$3$ thou alone to$9$ people me,
121:16,046[A  ]| Art grown a numerous colony;
121:16,047[A  ]| And a collection choicer far
121:16,048[A  ]| Than or Whitehall's, or Mantua's were.
121:16,049[A  ]| But, of these pictures and the rest,
121:16,050[A  ]| That$6#2$ at the entrance likes me best:  <50>
121:16,051[A  ]| Where the same posture, and the look
121:16,052[A  ]| Remains, with which$6#1$ I first was took.
121:16,053[A  ]| A tender shepherdess, whose hair
121:16,054[A  ]| Hangs loosely playing in$4$ the air,
121:16,055[A  ]| Transplanting flowers from the green hill,
121:16,056[A  ]| To$9$ crown her head, and bosom fill.
121:16,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:17,000@@@@@| 
121:17,000['  ]| <The Fair Singer.>
121:17,001[A  ]| To$9$ make a final conquest of all me,
121:17,002[A  ]| Love did compose so$5#1$ sweet an enemy,
121:17,003[A  ]| In$4$ whom both beauties to$4$ my death agree,
121:17,004[A  ]| Joining themselves in$4$ fatal harmony;
121:17,005[A  ]| That$3$ while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
121:17,006[A  ]| She with her voice might captivate my mind.
121:17,007[A  ]| I could have fled from one but singly fair:
121:17,008[A  ]| My disentangled soul itself might save,
121:17,009[A  ]| Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
121:17,010[A  ]| But how should I avoid to$9$ be her slave, <10>
121:17,011[A  ]| Whose subtle art invisibly can wreathe
121:17,012[A  ]| My fetters of the very air I breathe?
121:17,013[A  ]| It had been easy fighting in$4$ some plain,
121:17,014[A  ]| Where victory might hang in$4$ equal choice.
121:17,015[A  ]| But all resistance against her is vain,
121:17,016[A  ]| Who$6#1$ has the advantage both of eyes and voice.
121:17,017[A  ]| And all my forces needs must be undone,
121:17,018[A  ]| She having gained both the wind and sun.
121:17,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:18,000@@@@@| 
121:18,000['  ]| <Mourning.>
121:18,001[A  ]| You, that$6#1$ decipher out the fate
121:18,002[A  ]| Of human offsprings from the skies,
121:18,003[A  ]| What mean these infants which$6#1$ of late
121:18,004[A  ]| Spring from the Stars of Clora's eyes?
121:18,005[A  ]| Her eyes confused, and doubled over,
121:18,006[A  ]| With tears suspended before they flow;
121:18,007[A  ]| Seem bending upwards, to$9$ restore
121:18,008[A  ]| To$4$ heaven, whence it came, their woe.
121:18,009[A  ]| When, moulding of the watery spheres,
121:18,010[A  ]| Slow drops untie themselves away;  <10>
121:18,011[A  ]| As if she, with those precious tears,
121:18,012[A  ]| Would strow the ground where Strephon lay.
121:18,013[A  ]| Yet some affirm, pretending art,
121:18,014[A  ]| Her eyes have so$5#1$ her bosom drowned,
121:18,015[A  ]| Only to$9$ soften near her heart
121:18,016[A  ]| A place to$9$ fix another wound.
121:18,017[A  ]| And, while vain pomp does her restrain
121:18,018[A  ]| Within her solitary bower,
121:18,019[A  ]| She courts herself in$4$ amorous rain;
121:18,020[A  ]| Herself both Danae and the shower.  <20>
121:18,021[A  ]| Nay others, bolder, hence esteem
121:18,022[A  ]| Joy now so$5#1$ much her master grown,
121:18,023[A  ]| That$3$ whatsoever does but seem
121:18,024[A  ]| Like$4$ grief, is from her windows thrown.
121:18,025[A  ]| Nor that$3$ she pays, while she survives,
121:18,026[A  ]| To$4$ her dead love this tribute due;
121:18,027[A  ]| But casts abroad these donatives,
121:18,028[A  ]| At the installing of a new.
121:18,029[A  ]| How wide they dream!  The Indian slaves
121:18,030[A  ]| That$6#1$ sink for$4$ pearl through seas profound, <30>
121:18,031[A  ]| Would find her tears yet deeper waves
121:18,032[A  ]| And not of one the bottom sound.
121:18,033[A  ]| I yet my silent judgement keep,
121:18,034[A  ]| Disputing not what they believe:
121:18,035[A  ]| But sure as oft as women weep,
121:18,036[A  ]| It is to$9$ be supposed they grieve.
121:18,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:19,000@@@@@| 
121:19,000['  ]| <Daphnis and Chloe.>
121:19,001[A  ]| Daphnis must from Chloe part:
121:19,002[A  ]| Now is come the dismal hour
121:19,003[A  ]| That$6#1$ must all his hopes devour,
121:19,004[A  ]| All his labour, all his art.
121:19,005[A  ]| Nature, her own sex's foe,
121:19,006[A  ]| Long had taught her to$9$ be coy:
121:19,007[A  ]| But she neither knew to$9$ enjoy,
121:19,008[A  ]| Nor yet let her lover go.
121:19,009[A  ]| But, with this sad news surprised,
121:19,010[A  ]| Soon she let that$6#2$ niceness fall; <10>
121:19,011[A  ]| And would gladly yield to$4$ all,
121:19,012[A  ]| So$3$ it had his stay comprised.
121:19,013[A  ]| Nature so$5#2$ herself does use
121:19,014[A  ]| To$9$ lay by$5$ her wonted state,
121:19,015[A  ]| Lest the world should separate;
121:19,016[A  ]| Sudden parting closer glues.
121:19,017[A  ]| He, well-read in$4$ all the ways
121:19,018[A  ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ men their siege maintain,
121:19,019[A  ]| Knew not that$3$ the fort to$9$ gain
121:19,020[A  ]| Better it was the siege to$9$ raise. <20>
121:19,021[A  ]| But he came so$5#1$ full possessed
121:19,022[A  ]| With the grief of parting thence,
121:19,023[A  ]| That$3$ he had not so$5#1$ much sense
121:19,024[A  ]| As to$9$ see he might be blessed.
121:19,025[A  ]| Till love in$4$ her language breathed
121:19,026[A  ]| Words she never spake before;
121:19,027[A  ]| But then legacies no$2$ more
121:19,028[A  ]| To$4$ a dying man bequeathed.
121:19,029[A  ]| For$3$, alas, the time was spent,
121:19,030[A  ]| Now the latest minute is run <30>
121:19,031[A  ]| When poor Daphnis is undone,
121:19,032[A  ]| Between joy and sorrow rent.
121:19,033[A  ]| At that$6#2$ Why, that$6#2$ Stay my dear,
121:19,034[A  ]| His disordered locks he tare;
121:19,035[A  ]| And with rolling eyes did glare,
121:19,036[A  ]| And his cruel fate forswear.
121:19,037[A  ]| As the soul of one scarce dead,
121:19,038[A  ]| With the shrieks of friends aghast,
121:19,039[A  ]| Looks distracted back in$4$ haste,
121:19,040[A  ]| And then straight again is fled.  <40>
121:19,041[A  ]| So$3$ did wretched Daphnis look,
121:19,042[A  ]| Frighting her he loved most.
121:19,043[A  ]| At the last, this lover's ghost
121:19,044[A  ]| Thus his leave resolved took.
121:19,045@b   | Are my hell and heaven joined
121:19,046@b   | More to$9$ torture him that$6#1$ dies?
121:19,047@b   | Could departure not suffice,
121:19,048@b   | But that$3$ you must then grow kind?
121:19,049@b   | Ah my Chloe how have I
121:19,050@b   | Such a wretched minute found,  <50>
121:19,051@b   | When thy favours should me wound
121:19,052@b   | More than all thy cruelty?
121:19,053@b   | So$3$ to$4$ the condemned wight
121:19,054@b   | The delicious cup we fill;
121:19,055@b   | And allow him all he will$1$,
121:19,056@b   | For$4$ his last and short delight.
121:19,057@b   | But I will$1$ not now begin
121:19,058@b   | Such a debt unto my foe;
121:19,059@b   | Nor to$4$ my departure owe
121:19,060@b   | What my presence could not win.  <60>
121:19,061@b   | Absence is too much alone:
121:19,062@b   | Better it is to$9$ go in$4$ peace,
121:19,063@b   | Than my losses to$9$ increase
121:19,064@b   | By$4$ a late fruition.
121:19,065@b   | Why should I enrich my fate?
121:19,066@b   | It is a vanity to$9$ wear,
121:19,067@b   | For$4$ my executioner,
121:19,068@b   | Jewels of so$5#1$ high a rate.
121:19,069@b   | Rather I away will$1$ pine
121:19,070@b   | In$4$ a manly stubborness <70>
121:19,071@b   | Than be fatted up$5$ express
121:19,072@b   | For$4$ the cannibal to$9$ dine.
121:19,073@b   | Whilst this grief does thee disarm,
121:19,074@b   | All the  enjoyment of our love
121:19,075@b   | But the ravishment would prove
121:19,076@b   | Of a body dead while warm.
121:19,077@b   | And I parting should appear
121:19,078@b   | Like$4$ the gourmand Hebrew dead,
121:19,079@b   | While with quails and manna fed,
121:19,080@b   | And does through the desert err.  <80>
121:19,081@b   | Or the witch that$6#1$ midnight wakes
121:19,082@b   | For$4$ the fern, whose magic weed
121:19,083@b   | In$4$ one minute casts the seed,
121:19,084@b   | And invisible him makes.
121:19,085@b   | Gentler times for$4$ love are meant:
121:19,086@b   | Who$6#2$ for$4$ parting pleasure strain
121:19,087@b   | Gather roses in$4$ the rain,
121:19,088@b   | Wet themselves and spoil their scent.
121:19,089@b   | Farewell therefore all the fruit
121:19,090@b   | Which$6#1$ I could from love receive:  <90>
121:19,091@b   | Joy will$1$ not with sorrow weave,
121:19,092@b   | Nor will$1$ I this grief pollute.
121:19,093@b   | Fate I come, as dark, as sad,
121:19,094@b   | As thy malice could desire;
121:19,095@b   | Yet bring with me all the fire
121:19,096@b   | That$6#1$ love in$4$ his torches had.
121:19,097[A  ]| At these words away he broke;
121:19,098[A  ]| As who$6#1$ long has praying lien,
121:19,099[A  ]| To$4$ his headsman makes the sign,
121:19,100[A  ]| And receives the parting stroke.  <100>
121:19,101[A  ]| But hence virgins all beware.
121:19,102[A  ]| Last night he with Phlogis slept;
121:19,103[A  ]| This night for$4$ Dorinda kept;
121:19,104[A  ]| And but rid to$9$ take the air.
121:19,105[A  ]| Yet he does himself excuse;
121:19,106[A  ]| Nor indeed without a cause.
121:19,107[A  ]| For$3$, according to$4$ the laws,
121:19,108[A  ]| Why did Chloe once refuse?
121:19,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:20,000@@@@@| 
121:20,000['  ]| <The Definition of Love.>
121:20,001[A  ]| My love is of a birth as rare
121:20,002[A  ]| As it is for$4$ object strange and high:
121:20,003[A  ]| It was begotten by$4$ despair
121:20,004[A  ]| Upon$4$ impossibility.
121:20,005[A  ]| Magnanimous despair alone
121:20,006[A  ]| Could show me so$5#1$ divine a thing,
121:20,007[A  ]| Where feeble hope could never have flown
121:20,008[A  ]| But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
121:20,009[A  ]| And yet I quickly might arrive
121:20,010[A  ]| Where my extended soul is fixed,  <10>
121:20,011[A  ]| But fate does iron wedges drive,
121:20,012[A  ]| And always crowds itself betwixt.
121:20,013[A  ]| For$4$ fate with jealous eye does see
121:20,014[A  ]| Two perfect loves; nor lets them close:
121:20,015[A  ]| Their union would her ruin be,
121:20,016[A  ]| And her tyrannic power depose.
121:20,017[A  ]| And therefore her decrees of steel
121:20,018[A  ]| Us as the distant poles have placed,
121:20,019[A  ]| (Though love's whole world on$4$ us doth wheel)
121:20,020[A  ]| Not by$4$ themselves to$9$ be embraced.  <20>
121:20,021[A  ]| Unless the giddy heaven fall,
121:20,022[A  ]| And earth some new convulsion tear;
121:20,023[A  ]| And, us to$9$ join, the world should all
121:20,024[A  ]| Be cramped into a planisphere.
121:20,025[A  ]| As lines so$3$ loves oblique may well
121:20,026[A  ]| Themselves in$4$ every angle greet:
121:20,027[A  ]| But ours so$5#1$ truly parallel,
121:20,028[A  ]| Though infinite can never meet.
121:20,029[A  ]| Therefore the love which$6#1$ us doth bind,
121:20,030[A  ]| But fate so$5#1$ enviously debars, <30>
121:20,031[A  ]| Is the conjunction of the mind,
121:20,032[A  ]| And opposition of the stars.
121:20,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:21,000@@@@@| 
121:21,000['  ]| <The Picture of little T.C. in a Prospect of Flowers.>
121:21,001[A  ]| See with what simplicity
121:21,002[A  ]| This nymph begins her golden days!
121:21,003[A  ]| In$4$ the green grass she loves to$9$ lie,
121:21,004[A  ]| And there with her fair aspect tames
121:21,005[A  ]| The wilder flowers, and gives them names:
121:21,006[A  ]| But only with the roses plays;
121:21,007[A  ]| And them does tell
121:21,008[A  ]| What colour best becomes them, and what smell.
121:21,009[A  ]| Who$6#2$ can foretell for$4$ what high cause
121:21,010[A  ]| This darling of the gods was born!  <10>
121:21,011[A  ]| Yet this is she whose chaster laws
121:21,012[A  ]| The wanton love shall one day fear,
121:21,013[A  ]| And, under her command severe,
121:21,014[A  ]| See his bow broke and ensigns torn.
121:21,015[A  ]| Happy, who$6#1$ can
121:21,016[A  ]| Appease this virtuous enemy of man!
121:21,017[A  ]| O then let me in$4$ time compound,
121:21,018[A  ]| And parley with those conquering eyes;
121:21,019[A  ]| Before they have tried their force to$9$ wound,
121:21,020[A  ]| Before, with their glancing wheels, they drive <20>
121:21,021[A  ]| In$4$ triumph over hearts that$6#1$ strive,
121:21,022[A  ]| And them that$6#1$ yield but more despise.
121:21,023[A  ]| Let me be laid,
121:21,024[A  ]| Where I may see thy glories from some shade.
121:21,025[A  ]| Meantime, whilst every verdant thing
121:21,026[A  ]| Itself does at thy beauty charm,
121:21,027[A  ]| Reform the errors of the spring;
121:21,028[A  ]| Make that$3$ the tulips may have share
121:21,029[A  ]| Of sweetness, seeing they are fair;
121:21,030[A  ]| And roses of their thorns disarm:  <30>
121:21,031[A  ]| But most procure
121:21,032[A  ]| That$3$ violets may a longer age endure.
121:21,033[A  ]| But O young beauty of the woods,
121:21,034[A  ]| Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,
121:21,035[A  ]| Gather the flowers, but spare the buds;
121:21,036[A  ]| Lest Flora angry at thy crime,
121:21,037[A  ]| To$9$ kill her infants in$4$ their prime,
121:21,038[A  ]| Do quickly make the example yours;
121:21,039[A  ]| And, before we see,
121:21,040[A  ]| Nip in$4$ the blossome all our hopes and thee. <40>
121:21,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:22,000@@@@@| 
121:22,000['  ]| <The Match.>
121:22,001[A  ]| Nature had long a treasure made
121:22,002[A  ]| Of all her choicest store;
121:22,003[A  ]| Fearing, when she should be decayed,
121:22,004[A  ]| To$9$ beg in$4$ vain for$4$ more.
121:22,005[A  ]| Her orientest colours there,
121:22,006[A  ]| And essences most pure,
121:22,007[A  ]| With sweetest perfumes hoarded were,
121:22,008[A  ]| All as she thought secure.
121:22,009[A  ]| She seldom them unlocked, or used,
121:22,010[A  ]| But with the nicest care; <10>
121:22,011[A  ]| For$3$, with one grain of them diffused,
121:22,012[A  ]| She could the world repair.
121:22,013[A  ]| But likeness soon together drew
121:22,014[A  ]| What she did separate lay;
121:22,015[A  ]| Of which$6#1$ one perfect beauty grew,
121:22,016[A  ]| And that$6#2$ was Celia.
121:22,017[A  ]| Love wisely had of long foreseen
121:22,018[A  ]| That$3$ he must once grow old;
121:22,019[A  ]| And therefore stored a magazine,
121:22,020[A  ]| To$9$ save him from the cold. <20>
121:22,021[A  ]| He kept the several cells replete
121:22,022[A  ]| With nitre thrice refined;
121:22,023[A  ]| The naphtha's and the sulphur's heat,
121:22,024[A  ]| And all that$6#1$ burns the mind.
121:22,025[A  ]| He fortified the double gate,
121:22,026[A  ]| And rarely thither came;
121:22,027[A  ]| For$3$, with one spark of these, he straight
121:22,028[A  ]| All nature could inflame.
121:22,029[A  ]| Till, by$4$ vicinity so$5#1$ long,
121:22,030[A  ]| A nearer way they sought; <30>
121:22,031[A  ]| And, grown magnetically strong,
121:22,032[A  ]| Into each other wrought.
121:22,033[A  ]| Thus all his fuel did unite
121:22,034[A  ]| To$9$ make one fire high:
121:22,035[A  ]| None ever burned so$5#1$ hot, so$5#1$ bright:
121:22,036[A  ]| And Celia that$6#2$ am I.
121:22,037[A  ]| So$3$ we alone the happy rest,
121:22,038[A  ]| Whilst all the world is poor,
121:22,039[A  ]| And have within ourselves possessed
121:22,040[A  ]| All Love's and Nature's store. <40>
121:22,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:23,000@@@@@| 
121:23,000['  ]| <The Mower against Gardens.>
121:23,001[B  ]| Luxurious Man, to$9$ bring his vice in$4$ use,
121:23,002[B  ]| Did after him the world seduce:
121:23,003[B  ]| And from the fields the flowers and plants allure,
121:23,004[B  ]| Where nature was most plain and pure.
121:23,005[B  ]| He first enclosed within the garden's square
121:23,006[B  ]| A dead and standing pool of air:
121:23,007[B  ]| And a more luscious earth for$4$ them did knead,
121:23,008[B  ]| Which$6#1$ stupefied them while it fed.
121:23,009[B  ]| The pink grew then as double as his mind;
121:23,010[B  ]| The nutriment did change the kind.  <10>
121:23,011[B  ]| With strange perfumes he did the roses taint.
121:23,012[B  ]| And flowers themselves were taught to$9$ paint.
121:23,013[B  ]| The tulip, white, did for$4$ complexion seek;
121:23,014[B  ]| And learned to$9$ interline its cheek:
121:23,015[B  ]| Its onion root they then so$5#1$ high did hold,
121:23,016[B  ]| That$3$ one was for$4$ a meadow sold.
121:23,017[B  ]| Another world was searched, through oceans new,
121:23,018[B  ]| To$9$ find the marvel of Peru.
121:23,019[B  ]| And yet these rarities might be allowed,
121:23,020[B  ]| To$4$ man, that$6#2$ sovereign thing and proud; <20>
121:23,021[B  ]| Had he not dealt between the bark and tree,
121:23,022[B  ]| Forbidden mixtures there to$9$ see.
121:23,023[B  ]| No$2$ plant now knew the stock from which$6#1$ it came;
121:23,024[B  ]| He grafts upon$4$ the wild the tame:
121:23,025[B  ]| That$3$ the uncertain and adulterate fruit
121:23,026[B  ]| Might put the palate in$4$ dispute.
121:23,027[B  ]| His green seraglio has its eunuchs too;
121:23,028[B  ]| Lest any tyrant him outdo.
121:23,029[B  ]| And in$4$ the cherry he does nature vex,
121:23,030[B  ]| To$9$ procreate without a sex. <30>
121:23,031[B  ]| It is all enforced; the fountain and the grot;
121:23,032[B  ]| While the sweet fields do lie forgot:
121:23,033[B  ]| Where willing nature does to$4$ all dispense
121:23,034[B  ]| A wild and fragrant innocence:
121:23,035[B  ]| And fauns and fairies do the meadows till,
121:23,036[B  ]| More by$4$ their presence than their skill.
121:23,037[B  ]| Their statues polished by$4$ some ancient hand,
121:23,038[B  ]| May to$9$ adorn the gardens stand:
121:23,039[B  ]| But howsoever the figures do excel,
121:23,040[B  ]| The gods themselves with us do dwell. <40>
121:23,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:24,000@@@@@| 
121:24,000['  ]| <Damon the Mower.>
121:24,001['  ]| Hark how the mower Damon sung,
121:24,002['  ]| With love of Juliana stung!
121:24,003['  ]| While everything did seem to$9$ paint
121:24,004['  ]| The scene more fit for$4$ his complaint.
121:24,005['  ]| Like$4$ her fair eyes the day was fair;
121:24,006['  ]| But scorching like$4$ his amorous care.
121:24,007['  ]| Sharp like$4$ his scythe his sorrow was,
121:24,008['  ]| And withered like$4$ his hopes the grass.
121:24,009[B  ]| Oh what unusual heats are here,
121:24,010[B  ]| Which$6#1$ thus our sunburned meadows sear! <10>
121:24,011[B  ]| The grasshopper its pipe gives over;
121:24,012[B  ]| And hamstringed frogs can dance no$2$ more.
121:24,013[B  ]| But in$4$ the brook the green frog wades;
121:24,014[B  ]| And grasshoppers seek out the shades.
121:24,015[B  ]| Only the snake, that$6#1$ kept within,
121:24,016[B  ]| Now glitters in$4$ its second skin.
121:24,017[B  ]| This heat the sun could never raise,
121:24,018[B  ]| Nor Dog Star so$5#1$ inflames the days.
121:24,019[B  ]| It from a higher beauty groweth,
121:24,020[B  ]| Which$6#1$ burns the fields and mower both. <20>
121:24,021[B  ]| Which$6#1$ made the dog, and makes the sun
121:24,022[B  ]| Hotter than his own Phaeton.
121:24,023[B  ]| Not July causeth these extremes,
121:24,024[B  ]| But Juliana's scorching beams.
121:24,025[B  ]| Tell me where I may pass the fires
121:24,026[B  ]| Of the hot day, or hot desires.
121:24,027[B  ]| To$4$ what cool cave shall I descend,
121:24,028[B  ]| Or to$4$ what gelid fountain bend?
121:24,029[B  ]| Alas!  I look for$4$ ease in$4$ vain,
121:24,030[B  ]| When remedies themselves complain.  <30>
121:24,031[B  ]| No$2$ moisture but my tears do rest,
121:24,032[B  ]| Nor cold but in$4$ her icy breast.
121:24,033[B  ]| How long wilt thou, fair shepherdess,
121:24,034[B  ]| Esteem me, and my presents less?
121:24,035[B  ]| To$4$ thee the harmless snake I bring,
121:24,036[B  ]| Disarmed of its teeth and sting.
121:24,037[B  ]| To$4$ thee chameleons changing hue,
121:24,038[B  ]| And oak leaves tipped with honey dew.
121:24,039[B  ]| Yet thou ungrateful hast not sought
121:24,040[B  ]| Nor what they are, nor who$6#1$ them brought. <40>
121:24,041[B  ]| I am the mower Damon, known
121:24,042[B  ]| Through all the meadows I have mown.
121:24,043[B  ]| On$4$ me the morn her dew distils
121:24,044[B  ]| Before her darling daffodils.
121:24,045[B  ]| And, if at noon my toil me heat,
121:24,046[B  ]| The sun himself licks off my sweat.
121:24,047[B  ]| While, going home, the evening sweet
121:24,048[B  ]| In$4$ cowslip-water bathes my feet.
121:24,049[B  ]| What, though the piping shepherd stock
121:24,050[B  ]| The plains with an unnumbered flock,  <50>
121:24,051[B  ]| This scythe of mine discovers wide
121:24,052[B  ]| More ground than all his sheep do hide.
121:24,053[B  ]| With this the golden fleece I shear
121:24,054[B  ]| Of all these closes every Year.
121:24,055[B  ]| And though in$4$ wool more poor than they,
121:24,056[B  ]| Yet am I richer far in$4$ hay.
121:24,057[B  ]| Nor am I so$5#1$ deformed to$4$ sight,
121:24,058[B  ]| If in$4$ my scythe I looked right;
121:24,059[B  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ I see my picture done,
121:24,060[B  ]| As in$4$ a crescent moon the sun.  <60>
121:24,061[B  ]| The deathless fairies take me oft
121:24,062[B  ]| To$9$ lead them in$4$ their dances soft:
121:24,063[B  ]| And, when I tune myself to$9$ sing,
121:24,064[B  ]| About me they contract their ring.
121:24,065[B  ]| How happy might I still have mowed,
121:24,066[B  ]| Had not Love here his thistles sowed!
121:24,067[B  ]| But now I all the day complain,
121:24,068[B  ]| Joining my labour to$4$ my pain;
121:24,069[B  ]| And with my scythe cut down the grass,
121:24,070[B  ]| Yet still my grief is where it was:  <70>
121:24,071[B  ]| But, when the iron blunter grows,
121:24,072[B  ]| Sighing I wet my scythe and woes.
121:24,073['  ]| While thus he threw his elbow round,
121:24,074['  ]| Depopulating all the ground,
121:24,075['  ]| And, with his whistling scythe, does cut
121:24,076['  ]| Each stroke between the earth and root,
121:24,077['  ]| The edged steel by$4$ careless chance
121:24,078['  ]| Did into his own ankle glance;
121:24,079['  ]| And there among the grass fell down,
121:24,080['  ]| By$4$ his own scythe, the mower mown. <80>
121:24,081[B  ]| Alas!  
121:24,081['  ]| said he, 
121:24,081[B  ]| these hurts are slight
121:24,082[B  ]| To$4$ those that$6#1$ die by$4$ love's despite.
121:24,083[B  ]| With shepherd's-purse, and clown's-all-heal,
121:24,084[B  ]| The blood I staunch, and wound I seal.
121:24,085[B  ]| Only for$4$ him no$2$ cure is found,
121:24,086[B  ]| Whom Juliana's eyes do wound.
121:24,087[B  ]| It is death alone that$6#1$ this must do:
121:24,088[B  ]| For$3$ Death thou art a mower too.
121:24,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:25,000@@@@@| 
121:25,000['  ]| <The Mower to the Glow-Worms.>
121:25,001[B  ]| Ye living lamps, by$4$ whose dear light
121:25,002[B  ]| The nightingale does sit so$5#1$ late,
121:25,003[B  ]| And studying all the summer night,
121:25,004[B  ]| Her matchless songs does meditate;
121:25,005[B  ]| Ye country comets, that$6#1$ portend
121:25,006[B  ]| No$2$ war, nor prince's funeral,
121:25,007[B  ]| Shining unto no$2$ higher end
121:25,008[B  ]| Than to$9$ presage the grass's fall;
121:25,009[B  ]| Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
121:25,010[B  ]| To$4$ wandering mowers shows the way, <10>
121:25,011[B  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the night have lost their aim,
121:25,012[B  ]| And after foolish fires do stray;
121:25,013[B  ]| Your courteous lights in$4$ vain you waste,
121:25,014[B  ]| Since Juliana here is come,
121:25,015[B  ]| For$3$ she my mind hath so$5#1$ displaced
121:25,016[B  ]| That$3$ I shall never find my home.
121:25,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:26,000@@@@@| 
121:26,000['  ]| <The Mower's Song.>
121:26,001[B  ]| My mind was once the true survey
121:26,002[B  ]| Of all these meadows fresh and gay;
121:26,003[B  ]| And in$4$ the greenness of the grass
121:26,004[B  ]| Did see its hopes as in$4$ a glass;
121:26,005[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
121:26,006[B  ]| What I do to$4$ the grass, does to$4$ my thoughts and me.
121:26,007[B  ]| But these, while I with sorrow pine,
121:26,008[B  ]| Grew more luxuriant still and fine;
121:26,009[B  ]| That$3$ not one blade of grass you spied,
121:26,010[B  ]| But had a flower on$4$ either side;  <10>
121:26,011[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
121:26,012[B  ]| What I do to$4$ the grass, does to$4$ my thoughts and me.
121:26,013[B  ]| Unthankful meadows, could you so$5#2$
121:26,014[B  ]| A fellowship so$5#1$ true forgo,
121:26,015[B  ]| And in$4$ your gaudy May-games meet,
121:26,016[B  ]| While I lay trodden under feet?
121:26,017[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
121:26,018[B  ]| What I do to$4$ the grass, does to$4$ my thoughts and me.
121:26,019[B  ]| But what you in$4$ compassion ought,
121:26,020[B  ]| Shall now by$4$ my revenge be wrought: <20>
121:26,021[B  ]| And flowers, and grass, and I and all,
121:26,022[B  ]| Will$1$ in$4$ one common ruin fall.
121:26,023[B  ]| For$3$ Juliana comes, and she
121:26,024[B  ]| What I do to$4$ the grass, does to$4$ my thoughts and me.
121:26,025[B  ]| And thus, ye meadows, which$6#1$ have been
121:26,026[B  ]| Companions of my thoughts more green,
121:26,027[B  ]| Shall now the heraldry become
121:26,028[B  ]| With which$6#1$ I shall adorn my tomb;
121:26,029[B  ]| For$3$ Juliana comes, and she
121:26,030[B  ]| What I do to$4$ the grass, does to$4$ my thoughts and me. <30>
121:26,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
121:27,000@@@@@| 
121:27,000['  ]| <Ametas and Thestylis making Hay-Ropes.>
121:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
121:27,001[B  ]| Thinkst thou that$3$ this love can stand,
121:27,002[B  ]| Whilst thou still dost say me nay?
121:27,003[B  ]| Love unpaid does soon disband:
121:27,004[B  ]| Love binds love as hay binds hay.
121:27,000['  ]| <Thestylis.>
121:27,005[C  ]| Thinkst thou that$3$ this rope would twine
121:27,006[C  ]| If we both should turn one way?
121:27,007[C  ]| Where both parties so$5#2$ combine,
121:27,008[C  ]| Neither love will$1$ twist nor hay.
121:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
121:27,009[B  ]| Thus you vain excuses find,
121:27,010[B  ]| Which$6#1$ yourselves and us delay: <10>
121:27,011[B  ]| And love ties a woman's mind
121:27,012[B  ]| Looser than with ropes of hay.
121:27,000['  ]| <Thestylis.>
121:27,013[C  ]| What you can not constant hope
121:27,014[C  ]| Must be taken as you may.
121:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
121:27,015[B  ]| Then let us both lay by$5$ our rope,
121:27,016[B  ]| And go kiss within the hay.
121:27,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:27,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
121:28,000@@@@@| 
121:28,000['  ]| <Music's Empire.>
121:28,001[A  ]| First was the world as one great cymbal made,
121:28,002[A  ]| Where jarring winds to$4$ infant Nature played.
121:28,003[A  ]| All music was a solitary sound,
121:28,004[A  ]| To$4$ hollow rocks and murmuring fountains bound.
121:28,005[A  ]| Jubal first made the wilder notes agree;
121:28,006[A  ]| And Jubal tuned music's jubilee:
121:28,007[A  ]| He called the echoes from their sullen cell,
121:28,008[A  ]| And built the organ's city where they dwell.
121:28,009[A  ]| Each sought a consort in$4$ that$6#2$ lovely place;
121:28,010[A  ]| And virgin trebles wed the manly base. <10>
121:28,011[A  ]| From whence the progeny of numbers new
121:28,012[A  ]| Into harmonious colonies withdrew.
121:28,013[A  ]| Some to$4$ the lute, some to$4$ the viol went,
121:28,014[A  ]| And others chose the cornet eloquent.
121:28,015[A  ]| These practising the wind, and those the wire,
121:28,016[A  ]| To$9$ sing men's triumphs, or in$4$ heaven's choir.
121:28,017[A  ]| Then music, the mosaic of the air,
121:28,018[A  ]| Did of all these a solemn noise prepare:
121:28,019[A  ]| With which$6#1$ she gained the empire of the ear,
121:28,020[A  ]| Including all between the earth and sphere. <20>
121:28,021[A  ]| Victorious sounds! Yet here your homage do
121:28,022[A  ]| Unto a gentler conqueror than you;
121:28,023[A  ]| Who$6#1$ though he flies the music of his praise,
121:28,024[A  ]| Would with you heaven's hallelujahs raise.
121:28,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:28,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
121:29,000@@@@@| 
121:29,000['  ]| <The Garden.>
121:29,001[A  ]| How vainly men themselves amaze
121:29,002[A  ]| To$9$ win the palm, the oak, or bays;
121:29,003[A  ]| And their incessant labours see
121:29,004[A  ]| Crowned from some single herb or tree,
121:29,005[A  ]| Whose short and narrow verged shade
121:29,006[A  ]| Does prudently their toils upbraid;
121:29,007[A  ]| While all flowers and all trees do close
121:29,008[A  ]| To$9$ weave the garlands of repose.
121:29,009[A  ]| Fair quiet, have I found thee here,
121:29,010[A  ]| And Innocence thy sister dear! <10>
121:29,011[A  ]| Mistaken long, I sought you then
121:29,012[A  ]| In$4$ busy companies of men.
121:29,013[A  ]| Your sacred plants, if here below,
121:29,014[A  ]| Only among the plants will$1$ grow.
121:29,015[A  ]| Society is all but rude,
121:29,016[A  ]| To$4$ this delicious solitude.
121:29,017[A  ]| No$2$ white nor red was ever seen
121:29,018[A  ]| So$5#1$ amorous as this lovely green.
121:29,019[A  ]| Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
121:29,020[A  ]| Cut in$4$ these trees their mistress' name. <20>
121:29,021[A  ]| Little, alas, they know, or heed,
121:29,022[A  ]| How far these beauties hers exceed!
121:29,023[A  ]| Fair trees! wheresoever your barks I wound,
121:29,024[A  ]| No$2$ name shall but your own be found.
121:29,025[A  ]| When we have run our passion's heat,
121:29,026[A  ]| Love hither makes his best retreat.
121:29,027[A  ]| The gods, that$6#1$ mortal beauty chase,
121:29,028[A  ]| Still in$4$ a tree did end their race.
121:29,029[A  ]| Apollo hunted Daphne so$5#2$,
121:29,030[A  ]| Only that$3$ she might laurel grow. <30>
121:29,031[A  ]| And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
121:29,032[A  ]| Not as a nymph, but for$4$ a reed.
121:29,033[A  ]| What wondrous life in$4$ this I lead!
121:29,034[A  ]| Ripe apples drop about my head;
121:29,035[A  ]| The luscious clusters of the vine
121:29,036[A  ]| Upon$4$ my mouth do crush their wine;
121:29,037[A  ]| The nectarine, and curious peach,
121:29,038[A  ]| Into my hands themselves do reach;
121:29,039[A  ]| Stumbling on$4$ melons, as I pass,
121:29,040[A  ]| Ensnared with flowers, I fall on$4$ grass. <40>
121:29,041[A  ]| Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
121:29,042[A  ]| Withdraws into its happiness:
121:29,043[A  ]| The mind, that$6#2$ ocean where each kind
121:29,044[A  ]| Does straight its own resemblance find;
121:29,045[A  ]| Yet it creates, transcending these,
121:29,046[A  ]| Far other worlds, and other seas;
121:29,047[A  ]| Annihilating all that$6#1$ is made
121:29,048[A  ]| To$4$ a green thought in$4$ a green shade.
121:29,049[A  ]| Here at the fountain's sliding foot,
121:29,050[A  ]| Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, <50>
121:29,051[A  ]| Casting the body's vest aside,
121:29,052[A  ]| My soul into the boughs does glide:
121:29,053[A  ]| There like$4$ a bird it sits, and sings,
121:29,054[A  ]| Then whets, and combs its silver wings;
121:29,055[A  ]| And, till prepared for$4$ longer flight,
121:29,056[A  ]| Waves in$4$ its plumes the various light.
121:29,057[A  ]| Such was that$6#2$ happy garden-state,
121:29,058[A  ]| While man there walked without a mate:
121:29,059[A  ]| After a place so$5#1$ pure, and sweet,
121:29,060[A  ]| What other help could yet be meet! <60>
121:29,061[A  ]| But it was beyond a mortal's share
121:29,062[A  ]| To$9$ wander solitary there:
121:29,063[A  ]| Two paradises it were in$4$ one
121:29,064[A  ]| To$9$ live in$4$ paradise alone.
121:29,065[A  ]| How well the skilful gardener drew
121:29,066[A  ]| Of flowers and herbs this dial new;
121:29,067[A  ]| Where from above the milder sun
121:29,068[A  ]| Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
121:29,069[A  ]| And, as it works, the industrious bee
121:29,070[A  ]| Computes its time as well as we. <70>
121:29,071[A  ]| How could such sweet and wholesome hours
121:29,072[A  ]| Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
121:29,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:29,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
121:30,000@@@@@| 
121:30,000['  ]| <Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome.>
121:30,001[A  ]| Obliged by$4$ frequent visits of this man,
121:30,002[A  ]| Whom as priest, poet, and musician,
121:30,003[A  ]| I for$4$ some branch of Melchizedec took,
121:30,004[A  ]| (Though he derives himself from my Lord*Brooke)
121:30,005[A  ]| I sought his lodging; which$6#1$ is at the sign
121:30,006[A  ]| Of the Sad Pelican; subject divine
121:30,007[A  ]| For$4$ poetry: There three staircases high,
121:30,008[A  ]| Which$6#1$ signifies his triple property,
121:30,009[A  ]| I found at last a chamber, as it was said,
121:30,010[A  ]| But seemed a coffin set on$4$ the stairs' head. <10>
121:30,011[A  ]| Not higher than seven, nor larger than three feet;
121:30,012[A  ]| Only there was nor ceiling, nor a sheet,
121:30,013[A  ]| Save that$3$ the ingenious door did as you come
121:30,014[A  ]| Turn in$5$, and show to$4$ wainscot half the room.
121:30,015[A  ]| Yet of his state no$2$ man could have complained;
121:30,016[A  ]| There being no$2$ bed where he entertained:
121:30,017[A  ]| And though within one cell so$5#1$ narrow pent,
121:30,018[A  ]| He had stanzas for$4$ a whole apartment.
121:30,019[A  ]| Straight without further information,
121:30,020[A  ]| In$4$ hideous verse, he, and a dismal tone, <20>
121:30,021[A  ]| Begins to$9$ exorcise; as if I were
121:30,022[A  ]| Possessed; and sure the Devil brought me there.
121:30,023[A  ]| But I, who$6#1$ now imagined myself brought
121:30,024[A  ]| To$4$ my last trial, in$4$ a serious thought
121:30,025[A  ]| Calmed the disorders of my youthful breast,
121:30,026[A  ]| And to$4$ my martyrdom prepared rest.
121:30,027[A  ]| Only this frail ambition did remain,
121:30,028[A  ]| The last distemper of the sober brain,
121:30,029[A  ]| That$3$ there had been some present to$9$ assure
121:30,030[A  ]| The future ages how I did endure: <30>
121:30,031[A  ]| And how I, silent, turned my burning ear
121:30,032[A  ]| Towards the verse; and when that$6#2$ could not hear,
121:30,033[A  ]| Held him the other; and unchanged yet,
121:30,034[A  ]| Asked still for$4$ more, and prayed him to$9$ repeat:
121:30,035[A  ]| Till the tyrant, weary to$9$ persecute,
121:30,036[A  ]| Left off, and tried to$9$ allure me with his lute.
121:30,037[A  ]| Now as two instruments, to$4$ the same key
121:30,038[A  ]| Being tuned by$4$ art, if the one touched be
121:30,039[A  ]| The other opposite as soon replies,
121:30,040[A  ]| Moved by$4$ the air and hidden sympathies; <40>
121:30,041[A  ]| So$3$ while he with his gouty fingers crawls
121:30,042[A  ]| Over the lute, his murmuring belly calls,
121:30,043[A  ]| Whose hungry guts to$4$ the same straightness twined
121:30,044[A  ]| In$4$ echo to$4$ the trembling strings repined.
121:30,045[A  ]| I, that$6#1$ perceived now what his music meant,
121:30,046[A  ]| Asked civilly if he had eat this Lent.
121:30,047[A  ]| He answered yes; with such, and such an one.
121:30,048[A  ]| For$3$ he had this of generous, that$3$ alone
121:30,049[A  ]| He never feeds; save only when he tries
121:30,050[A  ]| With gristly tongue to$9$ dart the passing flies. <50>
121:30,051[A  ]| I asked if he eat flesh. And he, that$6#1$ was
121:30,052[A  ]| So$5#1$ hungry that$3$ though ready to$9$ say mass
121:30,053[A  ]| Would break his fast before, said he was sick,
121:30,054[A  ]| And the ordinance was only politic.
121:30,055[A  ]| Nor was I longer to$9$ invite him: scant
121:30,056[A  ]| Happy at once to$9$ make him Protestant,
121:30,057[A  ]| And silent. Nothing now dinner stayed
121:30,058[A  ]| But till he had himself a body made.
121:30,059[A  ]| I mean till he were dressed: for$3$ else so$5#1$ thin
121:30,060[A  ]| He stands, as if he only fed had been <60>
121:30,061[A  ]| With consecrated wafers: and the host
121:30,062[A  ]| Hath sure more flesh and blood than he can boast.
121:30,063[A  ]| This basso*relievo of a man,
121:30,064[A  ]| Who$6#1$ as a camel tall, yet easily can
121:30,065[A  ]| The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
121:30,066[A  ]| (His only impossible is to$9$ be rich)
121:30,067[A  ]| Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
121:30,068[A  ]| Should leave his soul to$9$ wander in$4$ the air,
121:30,069[A  ]| He therefore circumscribes himself in$4$ rhymes;
121:30,070[A  ]| And swaddled in$4$ his own papers seven times, <70>
121:30,071[A  ]| Wears a close jacket of poetic buff,
121:30,072[A  ]| With which$6#1$ he doth his third dimension stuff.
121:30,073[A  ]| Thus armed underneath, he over all
121:30,074[A  ]| Does make a primitive sottana fall;
121:30,075[A  ]| And above that$6#2$ yet casts an antic cloak,
121:30,076[A  ]| Worn at the first Council of Antioch;
121:30,077[A  ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ the Jews long hid, and disesteemed,
121:30,078[A  ]| He heard of by$4$ tradition, and redeemed.
121:30,079[A  ]| But were he not in$4$ this black habit decked,
121:30,080[A  ]| This half transparent man would soon reflect <80>
121:30,081[A  ]| Each colour that$6#1$ he passed by$5$; and be seen,
121:30,082[A  ]| As the chameleon, yellow, blue, or green.
121:30,083[A  ]| He dressed, and ready to$9$ disfurnish now
121:30,084[A  ]| His chamber, whose compactness did allow
121:30,085[A  ]| No$2$ empty place for$4$ complimenting doubt,
121:30,086[A  ]| But who$6#1$ came last is forced first to$9$ go out;
121:30,087[A  ]| I met one on$4$ the stairs who$6#1$ made me stand,
121:30,088[A  ]| Stopping the passage, and did him demand:
121:30,089[A  ]| I answered 
121:30,089@a   | he is here Sir; but you see
121:30,090@a   | You can not pass to$4$ him but through me. <90>
121:30,091[A  ]| He thought himself affronted; and replied,
121:30,092@b   | I whom the palace never has denied
121:30,093@b   | Will$1$ make the way here; 
121:30,093[A  ]| I said 
121:30,093@a   | Sir you will$1$ do
121:30,094@a   | Me a great favour, for$3$ I seek to$9$ go.
121:30,095[A  ]| He gathering fury still made sign to$9$ draw;
121:30,096[A  ]| But himself there closed in$4$ a scabbard saw
121:30,097[A  ]| As narrow as his sword's; and I, that$6#1$ was
121:30,098[A  ]| Delightful, said there can no$2$ body pass
121:30,099[A  ]| Except by$4$ penetration hither, where
121:30,100[A  ]| Two make a crowd, nor can three persons here <100>
121:30,101[A  ]| Consist but in$4$ one substance. Then, to$9$ fit
121:30,102[A  ]| Our peace, the priest said I too had some wit:
121:30,103[A  ]| To$9$ prove it, I said, 
121:30,103@a   | the place doth us invite
121:30,104@a   | By$4$ its own narrowness, Sir, to$9$ unite.
121:30,105[A  ]| He asked me pardon; and to$9$ make me way
121:30,106[A  ]| Went down, as I him followed to$9$ obey.
121:30,107[A  ]| But the propitiatory priest had straight
121:30,108[A  ]| Obliged us, when below, to$9$ celebrate
121:30,109[A  ]| Together our atonement: so$3$ increased
121:30,110[A  ]| Betwixt us two the dinner to$4$ a feast. <110>
121:30,111[A  ]| Let it suffice that$3$ we could eat in$4$ peace;
121:30,112[A  ]| And that$3$ both poems did and quarrels cease
121:30,113[A  ]| During the table; though my new made friend
121:30,114[A  ]| Did, as he threatened, before it were long intend
121:30,115[A  ]| To$9$ be both witty and valiant: I loath,
121:30,116[A  ]| Said it was too late, he was already both.
121:30,117[A  ]| But now, alas, my first tormentor came,
121:30,118[A  ]| Who$6#1$ satisfied with eating, but not tame
121:30,119[A  ]| Turns to$9$ recite; though judges most severe
121:30,120[A  ]| After the assize's dinner mild appear, <120>
121:30,121[A  ]| And on$4$ full stomach do condemn but few:
121:30,122[A  ]| Yet he more strict my sentence doth renew;
121:30,123[A  ]| And draws out of the black box of his breast
121:30,124[A  ]| Ten quire of paper in$4$ which$6#1$ he was dressed.
121:30,125[A  ]| Yet that$6#2$ which$6#1$ was a greater cruelty
121:30,126[A  ]| Then Nero's poem he calls charity:
121:30,127[A  ]| And so$3$ the pelican at his door hung
121:30,128[A  ]| Picks out the tender bosom to$4$ its young.
121:30,129[A  ]| Of all his poems there he stands ungirt
121:30,130[A  ]| Save only two foul copies for$4$ his shirt: <130>
121:30,131[A  ]| Yet these he promises as soon as clean.
121:30,132[A  ]| But how I loathed to$9$ see my neighbour glean
121:30,133[A  ]| Those papers, which$6#1$ he peeled from within
121:30,134[A  ]| Like$4$ white flakes rising from a leper's skin!
121:30,135[A  ]| More odious than those rags, which$6#1$ the French youth
121:30,136[A  ]| At ordinaries after dinner showeth,
121:30,137[A  ]| When they compare their chancres and poulains.
121:30,138[A  ]| Yet he first kissed them, and after takes pains
121:30,139[A  ]| To$9$ read; and then, because he understood
121:30,140[A  ]| Not one word, thought and swore that$3$ they were good. <140>
121:30,141[A  ]| But all his praises could not now appease
121:30,142[A  ]| The provoked author, whom it did displease
121:30,143[A  ]| To$9$ hear his verses, by$4$ so$5#1$ just a curse,
121:30,144[A  ]| That$6#1$ were ill made condemned to$9$ be read worse:
121:30,145[A  ]| And how (impossible) he made yet more
121:30,146[A  ]| Absurdities in$4$ them than were before.
121:30,147[A  ]| For$3$ he his untuned voice did fall or raise
121:30,148[A  ]| As a deaf man upon$4$ a viol plays,
121:30,149[A  ]| Making the half points and the periods run
121:30,150[A  ]| Confuseder than the atoms in$4$ the sun. <150>
121:30,151[A  ]| Thereat the poet swelled, with anger full,
121:30,152[A  ]| And roared out, like$4$ Perillus in$4$ his own bull;
121:30,153@b   | Sir you read false. That$3$ anyone but you
121:30,154@b   | Should know the contrary. 
121:30,154[A  ]| Whereat, I, now
121:30,155[A  ]| Made mediator, in$4$ my room, said, 
121:30,155@a   | Why?
121:30,156@a   | To$9$ say that$3$ you read false Sir is no$2$ lie.
121:30,157[A  ]| Thereat the waxen youth relented straight;
121:30,158[A  ]| But saw with sad despair that$3$ it was too late.
121:30,159[A  ]| For$3$ the disdainful poet was retired
121:30,160[A  ]| Home, his most furious satire to$9$ have fired <160>
121:30,161[A  ]| Against the rebel; who$6#1$, at this struck dead
121:30,162[A  ]| Wept bitterly as disinherited.
121:30,163[A  ]| Who$6#2$ should commend his mistress now? Or who$6#2$
121:30,164[A  ]| Praise him? both difficult indeed to$9$ do
121:30,165[A  ]| With truth. I counselled him to$9$ go in$4$ time,
121:30,166[A  ]| Before the fierce poet's anger turned to$4$ rhyme.
121:30,167[A  ]| He hasted; and I, finding myself free,
121:30,168[A  ]| As one escaped strangely from captivity,
121:30,169[A  ]| Have made the chance be painted; and go now
121:30,170[A  ]| To$9$ hang it in$4$ Saint*Peter's for$4$ a vow. <170>
121:30,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:30,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
121:31,000@@@@@| 
121:31,000['  ]| <To his worthy Friend Doctor Witty upon his>
121:31,000['  ]| <Translation of the Popular Errors.>
121:31,001[A  ]| Sit further, and make room for$4$ thine own fame,
121:31,002[A  ]| Where just desert enrols thy honoured name
121:31,003[A  ]| The good interpreter. Some in$4$ this task
121:31,004[A  ]| Take of the cypress veil, but leave a mask,
121:31,005[A  ]| Changing the Latin, but do more obscure
121:31,006[A  ]| That$6#2$ sense in$4$ English which$6#1$ was bright and pure.
121:31,007[A  ]| So$3$ of translators they are authors grown,
121:31,008[A  ]| For$3$ ill translators make the book their own.
121:31,009[A  ]| Others do strive with words and forced phrase
121:31,010[A  ]| To$9$ add such lustre, and so$5#1$ many rays, <10>
121:31,011[A  ]| That$3$ but to$9$ make the vessel shining, they
121:31,012[A  ]| Much of the precious metal rub away.
121:31,013[A  ]| He is translation's thief that$6#1$ addeth more,
121:31,014[A  ]| As much as he that$6#1$ taketh from the store
121:31,015[A  ]| Of the first author. Here he maketh blots
121:31,016[A  ]| That$6#1$ mends; and added beauties are but spots.
121:31,017[A  ]| Celia whose English doth more richly flow
121:31,018[A  ]| Than Tagus, purer than dissolved snow.
121:31,019[A  ]| And sweet as are her lips that$6#1$ speak it, she
121:31,020[A  ]| Now learns the tongues of France and Italy; <20>
121:31,021[A  ]| But she is Celia still: no$2$ other grace
121:31,022[A  ]| But her own smiles commend that$6#2$ lovely face;
121:31,023[A  ]| Her native beauty is not Italianated,
121:31,024[A  ]| Nor her chaste mind into the French translated:
121:31,025[A  ]| Her thoughts are English, though her sparkling wit
121:31,026[A  ]| With other language doth them fitly fit.
121:31,027[A  ]| Translators learn of her: but stay I slide
121:31,028[A  ]| Down into error with the vulgar tide;
121:31,029[A  ]| Women must not teach here: the Doctor doth
121:31,030[A  ]| Stint them to$4$ caudles almond-milk, and broth. <30>
121:31,031[A  ]| Now I reform, and surely so$3$ will$1$ all
121:31,032[A  ]| Whose happy eyes on$4$ thy translation fall,
121:31,033[A  ]| I see the people hastening to$4$ thy book,
121:31,034[A  ]| Liking themselves the worse the more they look,
121:31,035[A  ]| And so$5#1$ disliking, that$3$ they nothing see
121:31,036[A  ]| Now worth the liking, but thy book and thee.
121:31,037[A  ]| And (if I judgement have) I censure right;
121:31,038[A  ]| For$3$ something guides my hand that$6#1$ I must write.
121:31,039[A  ]| You have translation's statutes best fulfilled.
121:31,040[A  ]| That$6#1$ handling neither sully nor would gild. <40>
121:31,000['  ]| <This modern version has been taken from the 1681 folio.> 
121:32,000@@@@@| 
121:32,000['  ]| <On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost.>
121:32,001[A  ]| When I beheld the poet blind, yet bold,
121:32,002[A  ]| In$4$ slender book his vast design unfold,
121:32,003[A  ]| Messiah crowned, God's reconciled decree,
121:32,004[A  ]| Rebelling angels, the Forbidden Tree,
121:32,005[A  ]| Heaven, hell, earth, chaos, all; the argument
121:32,006[A  ]| Held me a while misdoubting his intent,
121:32,007[A  ]| That$3$ he would ruin (for$3$ I saw him strong)
121:32,008[A  ]| The sacred truths to$4$ fable and old song,
121:32,009[A  ]| (So$3$ Samson groped the temple's posts in$4$ spite)
121:32,010[A  ]| The world overwhelming to$9$ revenge his sight. <10>
121:32,011[A  ]| Yet as I read, soon growing less severe,
121:32,012[A  ]| I liked his project, the success did fear;
121:32,013[A  ]| Through that$6#2$ wide field how he his way should find
121:32,014[A  ]| Over which$6#1$ lame faith leads understanding blind;
121:32,015[A  ]| Lest he perplexed the things he would explain,
121:32,016[A  ]| And what was easy he should render vain.
121:32,017[A  ]| Or if a work so$5#1$ infinite he spanned,
121:32,018[A  ]| Jealous I was that$3$ some less skilful hand
121:32,019[A  ]| (Such as disquiet always what is well,
121:32,020[A  ]| And by$4$ ill imitating would excel) <20>
121:32,021[A  ]| Might hence presume the whole creation's day
121:32,022[A  ]| To$9$ change in$4$ scenes, and show it in$4$ a play.
121:32,023[A  ]| Pardon me, mighty poet, nor despise
121:32,024[A  ]| My causeless, yet not impious, surmise.
121:32,025[A  ]| But I am now convinced, and none will$1$ dare
121:32,026[A  ]| Within thy labours to$9$ pretend a share.
121:32,027[A  ]| Thou hast not missed one thought that$6#1$ could be fit,
121:32,028[A  ]| And all that$6#1$ was improper dost omit:
121:32,029[A  ]| So$3$ that$3$ no$2$ room is here for$4$ writers left,
121:32,030[A  ]| But to$9$ detect their ignorance or theft. <30>
121:32,031[A  ]| That$6#2$ majesty which$6#1$ through thy work doth reign
121:32,032[A  ]| Draws the devout, deterring the profane.
121:32,033[A  ]| And things divine thou treats of in$4$ such state
121:32,034[A  ]| As them preserves, and thee inviolate.
121:32,035[A  ]| At once delight and horror on$4$ us seize,
121:32,036[A  ]| Thou singest with so$5#1$ much gravity and ease;
121:32,037[A  ]| And above human flight dost soar aloft,
121:32,038[A  ]| With plume so$5#1$ strong, so$5#1$ equal, and so$5#1$ soft.
121:32,039[A  ]| The bird named from that$6#2$ paradise you sing
121:32,040[A  ]| So$3$ never flags, but always keeps on$4$ wing. <40>
121:32,041[A  ]| Where couldst thou words of such a compass find?
121:32,042[A  ]| Whence furnish such a vast expense of mind?
121:32,043[A  ]| Just heaven thee, like$4$ Tiresias, to$9$ requite,
121:32,044[A  ]| Rewards with prophecy thy loss of sight.
121:32,045[A  ]| Well might thou scorn thy readers to$9$ allure
121:32,046[A  ]| With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sense secure;
121:32,047[A  ]| While the Town-Bays writes all the while and spells,
121:32,048[A  ]| And like$4$ a pack-horse tires without his bells.
121:32,049[A  ]| Their fancies like$4$ our bushy points appear,
121:32,050[A  ]| The poets tag them; we for$4$ fashion wear. <50>
121:32,051[A  ]| I too transported by$4$ the mode offend,
121:32,052[A  ]| And while I meant to$9$ praise thee, must commend.
121:32,053[A  ]| Thy verse created like$4$ thy theme sublime,
121:32,054[A  ]| In$4$ number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme.
121:32,000['  ]| <Marvell's poem commending Milton's Paradise Lost appeared>
121:32,000['  ]| <as one of two tributes in the second edition of Milton's poem (1674).>
121:32,000['  ]| <The modern text above has been taken from the 1681 folio.>
121:33,000@@@@@| 
121:33,000['  ]| <Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.>
121:33,000['  ]| <Stet quicunque volet potens>
121:33,000['  ]| <Aulae culmine lubrico &c.>
121:33,000['  ]| <Translated.>
121:33,001[A  ]| Climb at court for$4$ me that$6#1$ will$1$
121:33,002[A  ]| Tottering favour's pinnacle;
121:33,003[A  ]| All I seek is to$9$ lie still.
121:33,004[A  ]| Settled in$4$ some secret nest
121:33,005[A  ]| In$4$ calm leisure let me rest;
121:33,006[A  ]| And far of the public stage
121:33,007[A  ]| Pass away my silent age.
121:33,008[A  ]| Thus when without noise, unknown,
121:33,009[A  ]| I have lived out all my span,
121:33,010[A  ]| I shall die, without a groan, <10>
121:33,011[A  ]| An old honest country man.
121:33,012[A  ]| Who$6#1$ exposed to$4$ others' eyes,
121:33,013[A  ]| Into his own heart never pries,
121:33,014[A  ]| Death to$4$ him is a strange surprise
121:33,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:33,000['  ]| <It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 The same translation>
121:33,000['  ]| <appears in an earlier manuscript (BM.Add.MS.29921)>
121:34,000@@@@@| 
121:34,000['  ]| <An Epitaph upon------->
121:34,001[A  ]| Enough: and leave the rest to$4$ fame.
121:34,002[A  ]| It is to$9$ commend her but to$9$ name.
121:34,003[A  ]| Courtship, which$6#1$ living she declined,
121:34,004[A  ]| When dead to$9$ offer were unkind.
121:34,005[A  ]| Where never any could speak ill,
121:34,006[A  ]| Who$6#2$ would officious praises spill?
121:34,007[A  ]| Nor can the truest wit or friend,
121:34,008[A  ]| Without detracting, her commend.
121:34,009[A  ]| To$9$ say she lived a virgin chaste,
121:34,010[A  ]| In$4$ this age loose and all unlaced; <10>
121:34,011[A  ]| Nor was, when vice is so$5#2$ allowed,
121:34,012[A  ]| Of virtue or ashamed, or proud;
121:34,013[A  ]| That$3$ her soul was on$4$ heaven so$5#1$ bent
121:34,014[A  ]| No$2$ minute but it came and went;
121:34,015[A  ]| That$3$ ready her last debt to$9$ pay
121:34,016[A  ]| She summed her life up$5$ every day;
121:34,017[A  ]| Modest as morn; as midday bright;
121:34,018[A  ]| Gentle as evening; cool as night;
121:34,019[A  ]| It is true: but all so$5#1$ weakly said;
121:34,020[A  ]| It were more significant, she is dead. <20>
121:34,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
121:34,000['  ]| <It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
121:35,000@@@@@| 
121:35,000['  ]| <Upon the Hill and Grove at Billbrough.>
121:35,000['  ]| <To the Lord Fairfax.>
121:35,001[A  ]| See how the arched earth does here
121:35,002[A  ]| Rise in$4$ a perfect hemisphere!
121:35,003[A  ]| The stiffest compass could not strike
121:35,004[A  ]| A line more circular and like$2$;
121:35,005[A  ]| Nor softest pencil draw a brow
121:35,006[A  ]| So$5#1$ equal as this hill does bow.
121:35,007[A  ]| It seems as for$4$ a model laid,
121:35,008[A  ]| And that$3$ the world by$4$ it was made.
121:35,009[A  ]| Here learn ye mountains more unjust,
121:35,010[A  ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ abrupter greatness thrust, <10>
121:35,011[A  ]| That$6#1$ do with your hook-shouldered height
121:35,012[A  ]| The earth deform and heaven fright.
121:35,013[A  ]| For$4$ whose excrescence ill designed,
121:35,014[A  ]| Nature must a new centre find,
121:35,015[A  ]| Learn here those humble steps to$9$ tread,
121:35,016[A  ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ securer glory lead.
121:35,017[A  ]| See what a soft access and wide
121:35,018[A  ]| Lies open to$4$ its grassy side;
121:35,019[A  ]| Nor with the rugged path deters
121:35,020[A  ]| The feet of breathless travellers. <20>
121:35,021[A  ]| See then how courteous it ascends,
121:35,022[A  ]| And all the way it rises bends;
121:35,023[A  ]| Nor for$4$ itself the height does gain,
121:35,024[A  ]| But only strives to$9$ raise the plain.
121:35,025[A  ]| Yet thus it all the field commands,
121:35,026[A  ]| And in$4$ unenvied greatness stands,
121:35,027[A  ]| Discerning further than the cliff
121:35,028[A  ]| Of heaven-daring Tenerife.
121:35,029[A  ]| How glad the weary seamen haste
121:35,030[A  ]| When they salute it from the mast! <30>
121:35,031[A  ]| By$4$ night the Northern Star their way
121:35,032[A  ]| Directs, and this no$2$ less by$4$ day.
121:35,033[A  ]| Upon$4$ its crest this mountain grave
121:35,034[A  ]| A plume of aged trees does wave.
121:35,035[A  ]| No$2$ hostile hand durst ever invade
121:35,036[A  ]| With impious steel the sacred shade.
121:35,037[A  ]| For$3$ something always did appear
121:35,038[A  ]| Of the great master's terror there:
121:35,039[A  ]| And men could hear his armour still
121:35,040[A  ]| Rattling through all the grove and hill. <40>
121:35,041[A  ]| Fear of the master, and respect
121:35,042[A  ]| Of the great nymph did it protect;
121:35,043[A  ]| Vera the nymph that$6#1$ him inspired,
121:35,044[A  ]| To$4$ whom he often here retired,
121:35,045[A  ]| And on$4$ these oaks engraved her name;
121:35,046[A  ]| Such wounds alone these woods became:
121:35,047[A  ]| But before he well the barks could part
121:35,048[A  ]| It was writ already in$4$ their heart.
121:35,049[A  ]| For$3$ they (it is credible) have sense,
121:35,050[A  ]| As we, of love and reverence, <50>
121:35,051[A  ]| And underneath the coarser rind
121:35,052[A  ]| The genius of the house do bind.
121:35,053[A  ]| Hence they successes seem to$9$ know,
121:35,054[A  ]| And in$4$ their lord's advancement grow;
121:35,055[A  ]| But in$4$ no$2$ memory were seen
121:35,056[A  ]| As under this so$5#1$ straight and green.
121:35,057[A  ]| Yet now no$2$ further strive to$9$ shoot,
121:35,058[A  ]| Contented if they fix their root.
121:35,059[A  ]| Nor to$4$ the wind's uncertain gust,
121:35,060[A  ]| Their prudent heads too far entrust. <60>
121:35,061[A  ]| Only sometimes a fluttering breeze
121:35,062[A  ]| Discourses with the breathing trees;
121:35,063[A  ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ their modest whispers name
121:35,064[A  ]| Those acts that$6#1$ swelled the cheek of fame.
121:35,065[A  ]| Much other groves, say they, than these
121:35,066[A  ]| And other hills him once did please.
121:35,067[A  ]| Through groves of pikes he thundered then,
121:35,068[A  ]| And mountains raised of dying men.
121:35,069[A  ]| For$4$ all the civic garlands due
121:35,070[A  ]| To$4$ him our branches are but few. <70>
121:35,071[A  ]| Nor are our trunks enough to$9$ bear
121:35,072[A  ]| The trophies of one fertile year.
121:35,073[A  ]| It is true, the trees nor ever spoke
121:35,074[A  ]| More certain oracles in$4$ oak.
121:35,075[A  ]| But peace (if you his favour prize)
121:35,076[A  ]| That$3$ courage its own praises flies.
121:35,077[A  ]| Therefore to$4$ your obscurer seats
121:35,078[A  ]| From his own brightness he retreats:
121:35,079[A  ]| Nor he the hills without the groves,
121:35,080[A  ]| Nor height but with retirement loves. <80>
121:35,000['  ]| <From the 1681 folio. Also in Bod. MS Eng. poet.d.49>
121:36,000@@@@@| 
121:36,000['  ]| <The Character of Holland.>
121:36,001[A  ]| Holland, that$6#1$ scarce deserves the name of land,
121:36,002[A  ]| As but the off-scouring of the British sand;
121:36,003[A  ]| And so$5#1$ much earth as was contributed
121:36,004[A  ]| By$4$ English pilots when they heaved the lead;
121:36,005[A  ]| Or what by$4$ the ocean's flow alluvion fell,
121:36,006[A  ]| Of shipwrecked cockle and the mussel-shell;
121:36,007[A  ]| This indigested vomit of the sea
121:36,008[A  ]| Fell to$4$ the Dutch by$4$ just propriety.
121:36,009[A  ]| Glad, then, as miners that$6#1$ have found the ore,
121:36,010[A  ]| They with mad labour fished the land to$4$ shore; <10>
121:36,011[A  ]| And dived as desperately for$4$ each piece
121:36,012[A  ]| Of earth, as if it had been of ambergris;
121:36,013[A  ]| Collecting anxiously small loads of clay,
121:36,014[A  ]| Less than what building swallows bear away;
121:36,015[A  ]| Or than those pills which$6#1$ sordid beetles roll,
121:36,016[A  ]| Transfusing into them their dunghill soul.
121:36,017[A  ]| How did they rivet, with gigantic piles,
121:36,018[A  ]| Through the centre their new-catched miles;
121:36,019[A  ]| And to$4$ the stake a struggling country bound,
121:36,020[A  ]| Where barking waves still bait the forced ground; <20>
121:36,021[A  ]| Building their watery Babel far more high
121:36,022[A  ]| To$9$ reach the sea, than those to$9$ scale the sky.
121:36,023[A  ]| Yet still his claim the injured ocean laid,
121:36,024[A  ]| And oft at leap-frog over their steeples played:
121:36,025[A  ]| As if on$4$ purpose it on$4$ land had come
121:36,026[A  ]| To$9$ shew them what is their Mare*Liberum.
121:36,027[A  ]| A daily deluge over them does boil;
121:36,028[A  ]| The earth and water play at level-coil;
121:36,029[A  ]| The fish ofttimes the burger dispossessed,
121:36,030[A  ]| And sat not as a meat but as a guest; <30>
121:36,031[A  ]| And oft the tritons and the sea nymphs saw
121:36,032[A  ]| Whole shoals of Dutch served up$5$ for$4$ cabillau;
121:36,033[A  ]| Or as they over the new level ranged
121:36,034[A  ]| For$4$ pickled herring, pickled Heeren changed.
121:36,035[A  ]| Nature, it seemed, ashamed of her mistake,
121:36,036[A  ]| Would throw their land away at duck and drake.
121:36,037[A  ]| Therefore necessity, that$6#1$ first made kings,
121:36,038[A  ]| Something like$4$ government among them brings.
121:36,039[A  ]| For$3$ as with pygmies who$6#1$ best kills the crane,
121:36,040[A  ]| Among the hungry he that$6#1$ treasures grain, <40>
121:36,041[A  ]| Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns,
121:36,042[A  ]| So$3$ rules among the drowned he that$6#1$ drains.
121:36,043[A  ]| Not who$6#1$ first see the rising sun commands,
121:36,044[A  ]| But who$6#1$ could first discern the rising lands.
121:36,045[A  ]| Who$6#1$ best could know to$9$ pump an earth so$5#1$ leak
121:36,046[A  ]| Him they their lord and country's father speak.
121:36,047[A  ]| To$9$ make a bank was a great plot of state;
121:36,048[A  ]| Invent a shovel and be a magistrate.
121:36,049[A  ]| Hence some small dyke-grave unperceived invades
121:36,050[A  ]| The power, and grows as it were a King of Spades. <50>
121:36,051[A  ]| But for$4$ less envy some joint states endures,
121:36,052[A  ]| Who$6#1$ look like$4$ a Commission of the Sewers.
121:36,053[A  ]| For$3$ these Half-anders, half wet, and half dry,
121:36,054[A  ]| Nor bear strict service, nor pure liberty.
121:36,055[A  ]| It is probable religion after this
121:36,056[A  ]| Came next in$4$ order; which$6#1$ they could not miss.
121:36,057[A  ]| How could the Dutch but be converted, when
121:36,058[A  ]| The Apostles were so$5#1$ many fishermen?
121:36,059[A  ]| Besides the waters of themselves did rise,
121:36,060[A  ]| And, as their land, so$3$ them did re-baptize. <60>
121:36,061[A  ]| Though herring for$4$ their God few voices missed,
121:36,062[A  ]| And Poor-John to$9$ have been the Evangelist.
121:36,063[A  ]| Faith, that$6#1$ could never twins conceive before,
121:36,064[A  ]| Never so$5#1$ fertile, spawned upon$4$ this shore:
121:36,065[A  ]| More pregnant than their Margaret, that$6#1$ laid down
121:36,066[A  ]| For$4$ Hans-in-Kelder of a whole Hans-town.
121:36,067[A  ]| Sure when religion did itself embark,
121:36,068[A  ]| And from the East would Westward steer its ark,
121:36,069[A  ]| It struck, and splitting on$4$ this unknown ground,
121:36,070[A  ]| Each one thence pillaged the first piece he found: <70>
121:36,071[A  ]| Hence Amsterdam, Turk-Christian-Pagan-Jew,
121:36,072[A  ]| Staple of sects and mint of schism grew;
121:36,073[A  ]| That$6#2$ bank of conscience, where not one so$5#1$ strange
121:36,074[A  ]| Opinion but finds credit, and exchange.
121:36,075[A  ]| In$4$ vain for$4$ Catholics ourselves we bear;
121:36,076[A  ]| The universal Church is only there.
121:36,077[A  ]| Nor can civility there want for$4$ tillage,
121:36,078[A  ]| Where wisely for$4$ their court they chose a village.
121:36,079[A  ]| How fit a title clothes their governors,
121:36,080[A  ]| Themselves the hogs as all their subjects bores <80>
121:36,081[A  ]| Let it suffice to$9$ give their country fame
121:36,082[A  ]| That$3$ it had one Civilis called by$4$ name,
121:36,083[A  ]| Some fifteen hundred and more years ago,
121:36,084[A  ]| But surely never any that$6#1$ was so$5#2$.
121:36,085[A  ]| See but their mermaids with their tails of fish,
121:36,086[A  ]| Reeking at church over the chafing dish.
121:36,087[A  ]| A vestal turf enshrined in$4$ earthen ware
121:36,088[A  ]| Fumes through the loopholes of wooden square.
121:36,089[A  ]| Each to$4$ the temple with these altars tend,
121:36,090[A  ]| But still does place it at her western end: <90>
121:36,091[A  ]| While the fat steam of female sacrifice
121:36,092[A  ]| Fills the priest's nostrils and puts out his eyes.
121:36,093[A  ]| Or what a spectacle the skipper gross,
121:36,094[A  ]| A water-Hercules butter-coloss,
121:36,095[A  ]| Tunned up$5$ with all their several towns of beer;
121:36,096[A  ]| When staggering upon$4$ some land, snick and sneer,
121:36,097[A  ]| They try, like$4$ statuaries, if they can,
121:36,098[A  ]| Cut out each other's Athos to$4$ a man:
121:36,099[A  ]| And carve in$4$ their large bodies, where they please,
121:36,100[A  ]| The arms of the United Provinces. <100>
121:36,101[A  ]| But when such amity at home is showed;
121:36,102[A  ]| What then are their confederacies abroad?
121:36,103[A  ]| Let this one courtesy witness all the rest;
121:36,104[A  ]| When their whole navy they together pressed,
121:36,105[A  ]| Not Christian captives to$9$ redeem from bands:
121:36,106[A  ]| Or intercept the western golden sands:
121:36,107[A  ]| No$7$, but all ancient rights and leagues must vail,
121:36,108[A  ]| Rather than to$4$ the English strike their fail;
121:36,109[A  ]| To$4$ whom their weather-beaten province owes
121:36,110[A  ]| Itself, when as some greater vessel tows <110>
121:36,111[A  ]| A cockboat tossed with the same wind and fate;
121:36,112[A  ]| We buoyed so$5#1$ often up$5$ their sinking state.
121:36,113[A  ]| Was this 7Jus 7Belli 7et 7Pacis; could this be
121:36,114[A  ]| Cause why their burgomaster of the sea
121:36,115[A  ]| Rammed with gun powder, flaming with brand wine,
121:36,116[A  ]| Should raging hold his linstock to$4$ the mine?
121:36,117[A  ]| While, with feigned treaties, they invade by$4$ stealth
121:36,118[A  ]| Our sore new circumcised Commonwealth.
121:36,119[A  ]| Yet of his vain attempt no$2$ more he sees
121:36,120[A  ]| Than of case-butter shot and bullet-cheese. <120>
121:36,121[A  ]| And the torn navy staggered with him home,
121:36,122[A  ]| While the sea laughed itself into a foam,
121:36,123[A  ]| It is true since that$6#2$ (as fortune kindly sports,)
121:36,124[A  ]| A wholesome danger drove us to$4$ our ports.
121:36,125[A  ]| While half their banished keels the tempest tossed,
121:36,126[A  ]| Half bound at home in$4$ prison to$4$ the frost:
121:36,127[A  ]| That$3$ ours meantime at leisure might careen,
121:36,128[A  ]| In$4$ a calm winter, under skies serene.
121:36,129[A  ]| As the obsequious air and waters rest,
121:36,130[A  ]| Till the dear halcyon hatch out all its nest. <130>
121:36,131[A  ]| The Commonwealth doth by$4$ its losses grow;
121:36,132[A  ]| And, like$4$ its own seas, only ebbs to$9$ flow.
121:36,133[A  ]| Besides that$6#2$ very agitation laves,
121:36,134[A  ]| And purges out the corruptible waves.
121:36,135[A  ]| And now again our armed Bucentore
121:36,136[A  ]| Doth yearly their sea nuptials restore.
121:36,137[A  ]| And how the hydra of seven provinces
121:36,138[A  ]| Is strangled by$4$ our infant Hercules.
121:36,139[A  ]| Their tortoise wants its vainly stretched neck;
121:36,140[A  ]| Their navy all our conquest of our wreck: <140>
121:36,141[A  ]| Or, what is left, their Carthage overcome
121:36,142[A  ]| Would render fain unto our better Rome.
121:36,143[A  ]| Unless our Senate, lest their youth disuse,
121:36,144[A  ]| The war, (but who$6#2$ would) peace if begged refuse.
121:36,145[A  ]| For$3$ now of nothing may our state despair,
121:36,146[A  ]| Darling of heaven, and of men the care;
121:36,147[A  ]| Provided that$3$ they be what they have been,
121:36,148[A  ]| Watchful abroad, and honest still within.
121:36,149[A  ]| For$3$ while our Neptune doth a trident shake,
121:36,150[A  ]| Steeled with those piercing heads, Dean, Monck and Blake. <150>
121:36,151[A  ]| And while Jove governs in$4$ the highest sphere,
121:36,152[A  ]| Vainly in$4$ hell let Pluto domineer.
121:36,000['  ]| <From the 1681 folio. Also in Bod. MS Eng. poet.d.49>
121:36,000['  ]| <This poem was first published whole in the 1681 folio.>
121:36,000['  ]| < (ll.1-100 can also be found in Harleian Miscellany v.613>
121:36,000['  ]| < (London, printed by T. Mabb for Robert Horn, at the Angel>
121:36,000['  ]| < in Pope's-Head Alley, (1665) headed "The Character of >
121:36,000['  ]| <Holland" where discrepancies can be found at l.15 piles for>
121:36,000['  ]| < pills, l.51 State...looks for States...look, l.61 to be instead of>
121:36,000['  ]| < for their.)> 
121:37,000@@@@@| 
121:37,000['  ]| <Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg >
121:37,000['  ]| <and the Lady Mary Cromwell.>
121:37,000['  ]| <First.>
121:37,000['  ]| <Chorus. Endymion. Luna.>
121:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:37,001[D  ]| The astrologer's own eyes are set,
121:37,002[D  ]| And even wolves the sheep forget;
121:37,003[D  ]| Only this shepherd, late and soon,
121:37,004[D  ]| Upon$4$ this hill outwakes the moon.
121:37,005[D  ]| Hark how he sings, with sad delight,
121:37,006[D  ]| Through the clear and silent night.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,007[B  ]| Cynthia, O Cynthia, turn thine ear,
121:37,008[B  ]| Nor scorn Endymion's plaints to$9$ hear.
121:37,009[B  ]| As we our flocks, so$3$ you command
121:37,010[B  ]| The fleecy clouds with silver wand. <10>
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,011[C  ]| If thou a mortal, rather sleep;
121:37,012[C  ]| Or if a shepherd, watch thy sheep.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,013[B  ]| The shepherd, since he saw thine eyes,
121:37,014[B  ]| And sheep are both thy sacrifice.
121:37,015[B  ]| Nor merits he a mortal's name,
121:37,016[B  ]| That$6#1$ burns with an immortal flame.
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,017[C  ]| I have enough for$4$ me to$9$ do,
121:37,018[C  ]| Ruling the waves that$6#1$ ebb and flow.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,019[B  ]| Since thou disdainest not then to$9$ share
121:37,020[B  ]| On$4$ sublunary things thy care; <20>
121:37,021[B  ]| Rather restrain these double seas,
121:37,022[B  ]| Mine eyes' incessant deluges.
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,023[C  ]| My wakeful lamp all night must move,
121:37,024[C  ]| Securing their repose above.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,025[B  ]| If therefore thy resplendent ray
121:37,026[B  ]| Can make a night more bright than day;
121:37,027[B  ]| Shine through this obscurer breast,
121:37,028[B  ]| With shades of deep despair oppressed.
121:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:37,029[D  ]| Courage, Endymion, boldly woo,
121:37,030[D  ]| Anchises was a shepherd too: <30>
121:37,031[D  ]| Yet is her younger sister laid
121:37,032[D  ]| Sporting with him in$4$ Ida's shade:
121:37,033[D  ]| And Cynthia, though the strongest,
121:37,034[D  ]| Seeks but the honour to$9$ have held out longest.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,035[B  ]| Here unto Latmos' top I climb:
121:37,036[B  ]| How far below thine orb sublime?
121:37,037[B  ]| O why, as well as eyes to$9$ see,
121:37,038[B  ]| Have I not arms that$6#1$ reach to$4$ thee?
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,039[C  ]| It is needless then that$3$ I refuse,
121:37,040[C  ]| Would you but your own reason use. <40>
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,041[B  ]| Though I so$5#1$ high may not pretend,
121:37,042[B  ]| It is the same so$3$ you descend.
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,043[C  ]| These stars would say I do them wrong,
121:37,044[C  ]| Rivals each one for$4$ thee too strong.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,045[B  ]| The stars are fixed unto their sphere,
121:37,046[B  ]| And cannot, though they would, come near.
121:37,047[B  ]| Less loves set of each other's praise,
121:37,048[B  ]| While stars eclipse by$4$ mixing rays.
121:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
121:37,049[C  ]| That$6#2$ cave is dark.
121:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
121:37,050[B  ]| Then none can spy:  <50>
121:37,051[B  ]| Or shine thou there and it is the sky.
121:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
121:37,052[D  ]| Joy to$4$ Endymion,
121:37,053[D  ]| For$3$ he has Cynthia's favour won.
121:37,054[D  ]| And Jove himself approves.
121:37,055[D  ]| With his serenest influence their loves.
121:37,056[D  ]| For$3$ he did never love to$9$ pair
121:37,057[D  ]| His progeny above the air;
121:37,058[D  ]| But to$9$ be honest, valiant, wise,
121:37,059[D  ]| Makes mortals matches fit for$4$ deities.
121:38,000@@@@@| 
121:38,000['  ]| <Second Song.>
121:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin.>
121:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
121:38,001[B  ]| Phillis, Tomalin, away:
121:38,002[B  ]| Never such a merry day.
121:38,003[B  ]| For$3$ the northern shepherd's son
121:38,004[B  ]| Has Menalca's daughter won.
121:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
121:38,005[C  ]| Stay till I some flowers have tied
121:38,006[C  ]| In$4$ a garland for$4$ the bride.
121:38,000['  ]| <Tomalin.>
121:38,007[D  ]| If thou wouldst a garland bring,
121:38,008[D  ]| Phillis you may wait the spring:
121:38,009[D  ]| They have chosen such an hour
121:38,010[D  ]| When she is the only flower. <10>
121:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
121:38,011[C  ]| Let us not then at least be seen
121:38,012[C  ]| Without each a sprig of green.
121:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
121:38,013[B  ]| Fear not; at Menalca's hall
121:38,014[B  ]| There is bays enough for$4$ all.
121:38,015[B  ]| He when young as we did graze,
121:38,016[B  ]| But when old he planted bays.
121:38,000['  ]| <Tomalin.>
121:38,017[D  ]| Here she comes; but with a look
121:38,018[D  ]| Far more catching than my hook.
121:38,019[D  ]| It was those eyes, I now dare swear,
121:38,020[D  ]| Led our lambs we knew not where. <20>
121:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
121:38,021[B  ]| Not our lambs' own fleeces are
121:38,022[B  ]| Curled so$5#1$ lovely as her hair:
121:38,023[B  ]| Nor our sheep new washed can be
121:38,024[B  ]| Half so$5#1$ white or sweet as she.
121:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
121:38,025[C  ]| He so$5#2$ looks as fit to$9$ keep
121:38,026[C  ]| Somewhat else than silly sheep.
121:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
121:38,027[B  ]| Come, let us in$4$ some carol new
121:38,028[B  ]| Pay to$4$ love and them their due.
121:38,000['  ]| <All.>
121:38,029[X  ]| Joy to$4$ that$6#2$ happy pair,
121:38,030[X  ]| Whose hopes united banish our despair. <30>
121:38,031[X  ]| What shepherd could for$4$ love pretend,
121:38,032[X  ]| Whilst all the nymphs on$4$ Damon's choice attend?
121:38,033[X  ]| What shepherdess could hope to$9$ wed
121:38,034[X  ]| Before Marina's turn were sped?
121:38,035[X  ]| Now lesser beauties may take place,
121:38,036[X  ]| And meaner virtues come in$4$ play;
121:38,037[X  ]| While they,
121:38,038[X  ]| Looking from high,
121:38,039[X  ]| Shall grace
121:38,040[X  ]| Our flocks and us with a propitious eye. <40>
121:38,041[X  ]| But what is most, the gentle swain
121:38,042[X  ]| No$2$ more shall need of love complain;
121:38,043[X  ]| But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
121:38,044[X  ]| And those be equal that$6#1$ have equal fire.
121:38,045[X  ]| Marina yields. Who$6#2$ dares be coy?
121:38,046[X  ]| Or who$6#2$ despair, now Damon does enjoy?
121:38,047[X  ]| Joy to$4$ that$6#2$ happy pair,
121:38,048[X  ]| Whose hopes united banish our despair.
121:38,000['  ]| <These two marriage songs come from the 1681 folio.>