071:00,000@@@@@| <MARVELL POETRY: MODERN TEXT>
071:01,000['  ]| <As supplied by Chris, with slight adjustments>
071:01,000['  ]| <An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland.>
071:01,001[A  ]| The forward youth that would appear
071:01,002[A  ]| Must now forsake his muses dear,
071:01,003[A  ]| Nor in the shadows sing
071:01,004[A  ]| His numbers languishing.
071:01,005[A  ]| It is is time to leave the books in dust,
071:01,006[A  ]| And oil the unused armour's rust:
071:01,007[A  ]| Removing from the wall
071:01,008[A  ]| The corslet of the hall.
071:01,009[A  ]| So restless Cromwell could not cease
071:01,010[A  ]| In the inglorious arts of peace, <10>
071:01,011[A  ]| But through adventurous war
071:01,012[A  ]| Urged his active star.
071:01,013[A  ]| And, like the three-forked lightning, first
071:01,014[A  ]| Breaking the clouds where it was nursed,
071:01,015[A  ]| Did through his own side
071:01,016[A  ]| His fiery way divide.
071:01,017[A  ]| For it is all one to courage high
071:01,018[A  ]| The emulous or enemy;
071:01,019[A  ]| And with such to enclose
071:01,020[A  ]| Is more than to oppose. <20>
071:01,021[A  ]| Then burning through the air he went,
071:01,022[A  ]| And palaces and temples rent:
071:01,023[A  ]| And Caesar's head at last
071:01,024[A  ]| Did through his laurels blast.
071:01,025[A  ]| It is madness to resist or blame
071:01,026[A  ]| The force of angry heaven's flame:
071:01,027[A  ]| And, if we would speak true,
071:01,028[A  ]| Much to the man is due.
071:01,029[A  ]| Who, from his private gardens, where
071:01,030[A  ]| He lived reserved and austere, <30>
071:01,031[A  ]| As if his highest plot
071:01,032[A  ]| To plant the bergamot,
071:01,033[A  ]| Could by industrious valour climb
071:01,034[A  ]| To ruin the great work of time,
071:01,035[A  ]| And cast the kingdom old
071:01,036[A  ]| Into another mould.
071:01,037[A  ]| Though justice against fate complain,
071:01,038[A  ]| And plead the ancient rights in vain:
071:01,039[A  ]| But those do hold or break
071:01,040[A  ]| As men are strong or weak. <40>
071:01,041[A  ]| Nature that hateth emptiness,
071:01,042[A  ]| Allows of penetration less:
071:01,043[A  ]| And therefore must make room
071:01,044[A  ]| Where greater spirits come.
071:01,045[A  ]| What field of all the Civil Wars,
071:01,046[A  ]| Where his were not the deepest scars?
071:01,047[A  ]| And Hampton shows what part
071:01,048[A  ]| He had of wiser art.
071:01,049[A  ]| Where, twining subtle fears with hope,
071:01,050[A  ]| He wove a net of such a scope, <50>
071:01,051[A  ]| That Charles himself might chase
071:01,052[A  ]| To Carisbrook's narrow case.
071:01,053[A  ]| That thence the royal actor born
071:01,054[A  ]| The tragic scaffold might adorn
071:01,055[A  ]| While round the armed bands
071:01,056[A  ]| Did clap their bloody hands.
071:01,057[A  ]| He nothing common did or mean
071:01,058[A  ]| Upon that memorable scene:
071:01,059[A  ]| But with his keener eye
071:01,060[A  ]| The axe's edge did try: <60>
071:01,061[A  ]| Nor called the gods with vulgar spite
071:01,062[A  ]| To vindicate his helpless right,
071:01,063[A  ]| But bowed his comely head,
071:01,064[A  ]| Down as upon a bed.
071:01,065[A  ]| This was that memorable hour
071:01,066[A  ]| Which first assured the forced power.
071:01,067[A  ]| So when they did design
071:01,068[A  ]| The Capitol's first line,
071:01,069[A  ]| A bleeding head where they begun
071:01,070[A  ]| Did fright the architects to run; <70>
071:01,071[A  ]| And yet in that the State
071:01,072[A  ]| Foresaw its happy fate.
071:01,073[A  ]| And now the Irish are ashamed
071:01,074[A  ]| To see themselves in one year tamed:
071:01,075[A  ]| So much one man can do,
071:01,076[A  ]| That does both act and know.
071:01,077[A  ]| They can affirm his praises best,
071:01,078[A  ]| And have, though overcome, confessed
071:01,079[A  ]| How good he is, how just,
071:01,080[A  ]| And fit for highest trust: <80>
071:01,081[A  ]| Nor yet grown stiffer with command,
071:01,082[A  ]| But still in the Republic's hand:
071:01,083[A  ]| How fit he is to sway
071:01,084[A  ]| That can so well obey.
071:01,085[A  ]| He to the Commons' feet presents
071:01,086[A  ]| A Kingdom, for his first year's rents:
071:01,087[A  ]| And, what he may, forbears
071:01,088[A  ]| His fame to make it theirs:
071:01,089[A  ]| And has his sword and spoils ungirt,
071:01,090[A  ]| To lay them at the public's skirt. <90>
071:01,091[A  ]| So when the falcon high
071:01,092[A  ]| Falls heavy from the sky,
071:01,093[A  ]| She, having killed, no more does search,
071:01,094[A  ]| But on the next green bow to perch;
071:01,095[A  ]| Where, when he first does lure,
071:01,096[A  ]| The falconer has her sure.
071:01,097[A  ]| What may not then our isle presume
071:01,098[A  ]| While Victory his crest does plume!
071:01,099[A  ]| What may not others fear
071:01,100[A  ]| If thus he crown each year! <100>
071:01,101[A  ]| A Caesar he before long to Gaul,
071:01,102[A  ]| To Italy a Hannibal,
071:01,103[A  ]| And to all states not free
071:01,104[A  ]| Shall climacteric be.
071:01,105[A  ]| The Pict no shelter now shall find
071:01,106[A  ]| Within his party-coloured mind;
071:01,107[A  ]| But from this valour sad
071:01,108[A  ]| Shrink underneath the plaid:
071:01,109[A  ]| Happy if in the tufted brake
071:01,110[A  ]| The English hunter him mistake; <110>
071:01,111[A  ]| Nor lay his hounds in near
071:01,112[A  ]| The Caledonian deer.
071:01,113[A  ]| But thou the Wars' and Fortune's Son
071:01,114[A  ]| March indefatigably on;
071:01,115[A  ]| And for the last effect
071:01,116[A  ]| Still keep thy sword erect:
071:01,117[A  ]| Besides the force it has to fright
071:01,118[A  ]| The spirits of the shady night,
071:01,119[A  ]| The same arts that did gain
071:01,120[A  ]| A power must it maintain. <120>
071:01,000['  ]| <First published in the 1681 folio (C.59.1.8). Cancelled from all other copies >
071:01,000['  ]| <of the folio except Huntington 79660. Republished by Thompson in 1776.>
071:02,000['  ]| <THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY >
071:02,000['  ]| <Of the Government under O.C.>
071:02,001[A  ]| Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
071:02,002[A  ]| Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise;
071:02,003[A  ]| So man, declining always, disappears
071:02,004[A  ]| In the weak circles of increasing years;
071:02,005[A  ]| And his short tumults of themselves compose,
071:02,006[A  ]| While flowing time above his head does close.
071:02,007[A  ]| Cromwell alone with greater vigour runs,
071:02,008[A  ]| (Sun-like) the stages of succeeding suns:
071:02,009[A  ]| And still the day which he doth next restore,
071:02,010[A  ]| Is the just wonder of the day before. <10>
071:02,011[A  ]| Cromwell alone doth with new lustre spring,
071:02,012[A  ]| And shines the jewel of the yearly ring.
071:02,013[A  ]| It is he the force of scattered time contracts,
071:02,014[A  ]| And in one year the work of ages acts:
071:02,015[A  ]| While heavy monarchs make a wide return,
071:02,016[A  ]| Longer, and more malignant than Saturn:
071:02,017[A  ]| And though they all Platonic years should reign,
071:02,018[A  ]| In the same posture would be found again.
071:02,019[A  ]| Their earthy projects under ground they lay,
071:02,020[A  ]| More slow and brittle than the China clay: <20>
071:02,021[A  ]| Well may they strive to leave them to their son,
071:02,022[A  ]| For one thing never was by one king done.
071:02,023[A  ]| Yet some more active for a frontier town
071:02,024[A  ]| Took in by proxy, begs a false renown;
071:02,025[A  ]| Another triumphs at the public cost,
071:02,026[A  ]| And will have won, if he no more have lost;
071:02,027[A  ]| They fight by others, but in person wrong,
071:02,028[A  ]| And only are against their subjects strong;
071:02,029[A  ]| Their other wars seem but a feigned contest,
071:02,030[A  ]| This common enemy is still oppressed; <30>
071:02,031[A  ]| If conquerors, on them they turn their might;
071:02,032[A  ]| If conquered, on them they wreak their spite:
071:02,033[A  ]| They neither build the temple in their days,
071:02,034[A  ]| Nor matter for succeeding founders raise;
071:02,035[A  ]| Nor sacred prophecies consult within,
071:02,036[A  ]| Much less themselves to perfect them begin;
071:02,037[A  ]| No other care they bear of things above,
071:02,038[A  ]| But with astrologers divine, and Jove,
071:02,039[A  ]| To know how long their planet yet reprieves
071:02,040[A  ]| From the deserved fate their guilty lives: <40>
071:02,041[A  ]| Thus (image-like) a useless time they tell,
071:02,042[A  ]| And with vain sceptre strike the hourly bell;
071:02,043[A  ]| Nor more contribute to the state of things,
071:02,044[A  ]| Than wooden heads unto the viol's strings.
071:02,045[A  ]| While indefatigable Cromwell hies,
071:02,046[A  ]| And cuts his way still nearer to the skies,
071:02,047[A  ]| Learning a music in the region clear,
071:02,048[A  ]| To tune this lower to that higher sphere.
071:02,049[A  ]| So when Amphion did the lute command,
071:02,050[A  ]| Which the god gave him, with his gentle hand, <50>
071:02,051[A  ]| The rougher stones, unto his measures hewed,
071:02,052[A  ]| Danced up in order from the quarries rude;
071:02,053[A  ]| This took a lower, that a higher place,
071:02,054[A  ]| As he the treble altered, or the bass:
071:02,055[A  ]| No note he struck, but a new storey laid,
071:02,056[A  ]| And the great work ascended while he played.
071:02,057[A  ]| The listening structures he with wonder eyed,
071:02,058[A  ]| And still new stops to various time applied:
071:02,059[A  ]| Now through the strings a martial rage he throws,
071:02,060[A  ]| And joining straight the Theban tower arose; <60>
071:02,061[A  ]| Then as he strokes them with a touch more sweet,
071:02,062[A  ]| The flocking marbles in a palace meet;
071:02,063[A  ]| But, for he most the graver notes did try,
071:02,064[A  ]| Therefore the temples reared their columns high:
071:02,065[A  ]| Thus, before he ceased, his sacred lute creates
071:02,066[A  ]| The harmonious city of the seven gates.
071:02,067[A  ]| Such was that wondrous order and consent,
071:02,068[A  ]| When Cromwell tuned the ruling Instrument;
071:02,069[A  ]| While tedious statesmen many years did hack,
071:02,070[A  ]| Framing a liberty that still went back; <70>
071:02,071[A  ]| Whose numerous gorge could swallow in an hour
071:02,072[A  ]| That island, which the sea cannot devour:
071:02,073[A  ]| Then our Amphion issues out and sings,
071:02,074[A  ]| And once he struck, and twice, the powerful strings.
071:02,075[A  ]| The Commonwealth then first together came,
071:02,076[A  ]| And each one entered in the willing frame;
071:02,077[A  ]| All other matter yields, and may be ruled;
071:02,078[A  ]| But who the minds of stubborn men can build?
071:02,079[A  ]| No quarry bears a stone so hardly wrought,
071:02,080[A  ]| Nor with such labour from its centre brought; <80>
071:02,081[A  ]| None to be sunk in the foundation bends,
071:02,082[A  ]| Each in the house the highest place contends,
071:02,083[A  ]| And each the hand that lays him will direct,
071:02,084[A  ]| And some fall back upon the architect;
071:02,085[A  ]| Yet all composed by his attractive song,
071:02,086[A  ]| Into the animated City throng.
071:02,087[A  ]| The Commonwealth does through their centres all
071:02,088[A  ]| Draw the circumference of the public wall;
071:02,089[A  ]| The crossest spirits here do take their part,
071:02,090[A  ]| Fastening the contignation which they thwart; <90>
071:02,091[A  ]| And they, whose nature leads them to divide,
071:02,092[A  ]| Uphold, this one, and that the other side;
071:02,093[A  ]| But the most equal still sustain the height,
071:02,094[A  ]| And they as pillars keep the work upright;
071:02,095[A  ]| While the resistance of opposed minds,
071:02,096[A  ]| The fabric as with arches stronger binds,
071:02,097[A  ]| Which on the basis of a senate free,
071:02,098[A  ]| Knit by the roof's protecting weight agree.
071:02,099[A  ]| When for his foot he thus a place had found,
071:02,100[A  ]| He hurls ever since the world about him round; <100>
071:02,101[A  ]| And in his several aspects, like a star,
071:02,102[A  ]| Here shines in peace, and thither shoots a war.
071:02,103[A  ]| While by his beams observing princes steer,
071:02,104[A  ]| And wisely court the influence they fear;
071:02,105[A  ]| O would they rather by his pattern won.
071:02,106[A  ]| Kiss the approaching, nor yet angry Son;
071:02,107[A  ]| And in their numbered footsteps humbly tread
071:02,108[A  ]| The path where holy oracles do lead;
071:02,109[A  ]| How might they under such a captain raise
071:02,110[A  ]| The great designs kept for the latter days! <110>
071:02,111[A  ]| But mad with reason, so miscalled, of state
071:02,112[A  ]| They know them not, and what they know not, hate.
071:02,113[A  ]| Hence still they sing hosanna to the whore,
071:02,114[A  ]| And her whom they should massacre adore:
071:02,115[A  ]| But Indians whom they should convert, subdue;
071:02,116[A  ]| Nor teach, but traffic with, or burn the Jew.
071:02,117[A  ]| Unhappy princes, ignorantly bred,
071:02,118[A  ]| By malice some, by error more misled;
071:02,119[A  ]| If gracious heaven to my life give length,
071:02,120[A  ]| Leisure to time, and to my weakness strength, <120>
071:02,121[A  ]| Then shall I once with graver accents shake 
071:02,122[A  ]| Your regal sloth, and your long slumbers wake:
071:02,123[A  ]| Like the shrill huntsman that prevents the east,
071:02,124[A  ]| Winding his horn to kings that chase the beast.
071:02,125[A  ]| Till then my muse shall hollow far behind
071:02,126[A  ]| Angelic Cromwell who outwings the wind;
071:02,127[A  ]| And in dark nights, and in cold days alone
071:02,128[A  ]| Pursues the monster thorough every throne:
071:02,129[A  ]| Which shrinking to her Roman den impure,
071:02,130[A  ]| Gnashes her gory teeth; nor there secure. <130>
071:02,131[A  ]| Hence oft I think, if in some happy hour 
071:02,132[A  ]| High grace should meet in one with highest power,
071:02,133[A  ]| And then a seasonable people still
071:02,134[A  ]| Should bend to his, as he to heaven's will,
071:02,135[A  ]| What we might hope, what wonderful effect
071:02,136[A  ]| From such a wished conjuncture might reflect.
071:02,137[A  ]| Sure, the mysterious work, where none withstand,
071:02,138[A  ]| Would forthwith finish under such a hand:
071:02,139[A  ]| Foreshortened time its useless course would stay,
071:02,140[A  ]| And soon precipitate the latest day. <140>
071:02,141[A  ]| But a thick cloud about that morning lies, 
071:02,142[A  ]| And intercepts the beams of mortal eyes,
071:02,143[A  ]| That it is the most which we determine can,
071:02,144[A  ]| If these the times, then this must be the man.
071:02,145[A  ]| And well he therefore does, and well has guessed,
071:02,146[A  ]| Who in his age has always forward pressed:
071:02,147[A  ]| And knowing not where heaven's choice may light,
071:02,148[A  ]| Girds yet his sword, and ready stands to fight;
071:02,149[A  ]| But men alas, as if they nothing cared,
071:02,150[A  ]| Look on, all unconcerned, or unprepared; <150>
071:02,151[A  ]| And stars still fall, and still the dragon's tail 
071:02,152[A  ]| Swinges the volumes of its horrid flail.
071:02,153[A  ]| For the great justice that did first suspend
071:02,154[A  ]| The world by sin, does by the same extend.
071:02,155[A  ]| Hence that blest day still counterpoised wastes,
071:02,156[A  ]| The ill delaying, what the elected hastes;
071:02,157[A  ]| Hence landing nature to new seas is tossed,
071:02,158[A  ]| And good designs still with their authors lost.
071:02,159[A  ]| And thou, great Cromwell, for whose happy birth
071:02,160[A  ]| A mould was chosen out of better earth; <160>
071:02,161[A  ]| Whose saint-like mother we did lately see 
071:02,162[A  ]| Live out an age, long as a pedigree;
071:02,163[A  ]| That she might seem, could we the Fall dispute,
071:02,164[A  ]| To have smelled the blossom, and not eat the fruit;
071:02,165[A  ]| Though none does of more lasting parents grow,
071:02,166[A  ]| But never any did them honour so;
071:02,167[A  ]| Though thou thine heart from evil still unstained,
071:02,168[A  ]| And always hast thy tongue from fraud refrained;
071:02,169[A  ]| Thou, who so oft through storms of thundering lead
071:02,170[A  ]| Hast born securely thine undaunted head, <170>
071:02,171[A  ]| Thy breast through poniarding conspiracies, 
071:02,172[A  ]| Drawn from the sheath of lying prophecies;
071:02,173[A  ]| Thee proof beyond all other force or skill,
071:02,174[A  ]| Our sins endanger, and shall one day kill.
071:02,175[A  ]| How near they failed, and in thy sudden fall
071:02,176[A  ]| At once assayed to overturn us all.
071:02,177[A  ]| Our brutish fury struggling to be free,
071:02,178[A  ]| Hurried thy horses while they hurried thee.
071:02,179[A  ]| When thou hadst almost quit thy mortal cares,
071:02,180[A  ]| And soiled in dust thy crown of silver hairs. <180>
071:02,181[A  ]| Let this one sorrow interweave among 
071:02,182[A  ]| The other glories of our yearly song.
071:02,183[A  ]| Like skilful looms which through the costly thread
071:02,184[A  ]| Of purling ore, a shining wave do shed:
071:02,185[A  ]| So shall the tears we on past grief employ,
071:02,186[A  ]| Still as they trickle, glitter in our joy.
071:02,187[A  ]| So with more modesty we may be true,
071:02,188[A  ]| And speak as of the dead the praises due:
071:02,189[A  ]| While impious men deceived with pleasure short,
071:02,190[A  ]| On their own hopes shall find the fall retort. <190>
071:02,191[A  ]| But the poor beasts wanting their noble guide, 
071:02,192[A  ]| What could they more? shrunk guiltily aside.
071:02,193[A  ]| First winged fear transports them far away,
071:02,194[A  ]| And leaden sorrow then their flight did stay.
071:02,195[A  ]| See how they each his towering crest abate,
071:02,196[A  ]| And the green grass, and their known mangers hate,
071:02,197[A  ]| Nor through wide nostrils snuff the wanton air,
071:02,198[A  ]| Nor their round hooves, or curled manes compare;
071:02,199[A  ]| With wandering eyes, and restless ears they stood,
071:02,200[A  ]| And with shrill neighings asked him of the wood. <200>
071:02,201[A  ]| Thou Cromwell falling, not a stupid tree, 
071:02,202[A  ]| Or rock so savage, but it mourned for thee:
071:02,203[A  ]| And all about was heard a panic groan,
071:02,204[A  ]| As if that Nature's self were overthrown.
071:02,205[A  ]| It seemed the earth did from the centre tear;
071:02,206[A  ]| It seemed the sun was fallen out of the sphere:
071:02,207[A  ]| Justice obstructed lay, and reason fooled;
071:02,208[A  ]| Courage disheartened, and religion cooled.
071:02,209[A  ]| A dismal silence through the palace went,
071:02,210[A  ]| And then loud shrieks the vaulted marbles rent. <210>
071:02,211[A  ]| Such as the dying chorus sings by turns,
071:02,212[A  ]| And to deaf seas, and ruthless tempests mourns, 
071:02,213[A  ]| When now they sink, and now the plundering streams
071:02,214[A  ]| Break up each deck, and rip the oaken seams.
071:02,215[A  ]| But thee triumphant hence the fiery car,
071:02,216[A  ]| And fiery steeds had born out of the war,
071:02,217[A  ]| From the low world, and thankless men above,
071:02,218[A  ]| Unto the kingdom blest of peace and love:
071:02,219[A  ]| We only mourned ourselves, in thine ascent,
071:02,220[A  ]| Whom thou hadst left beneath with mantle rent. <220>
071:02,221[A  ]| For all delight of life thou then didst lose,
071:02,222[A  ]| When to command, thou didst thyself depose; 
071:02,223[A  ]| Resigning up thy privacy so dear,
071:02,224[A  ]| To turn the headstrong people's charioteer;
071:02,225[A  ]| For to be Cromwell was a greater thing,
071:02,226[A  ]| Then ought below, or yet above a king:
071:02,227[A  ]| Therefore thou rather didst thyself depress,
071:02,228[A  ]| Yielding to rule, because it made thee less.
071:02,229[A  ]| For, neither didst thou from the first apply
071:02,230[A  ]| Thy sober spirit unto things too high, <230>
071:02,231[A  ]| But in thine own fields exercisedst long,
071:02,232[A  ]| An healthful mind within a body strong; 
071:02,233[A  ]| Till at the seventh time thou in the skies,
071:02,234[A  ]| As a small cloud, like a man's hand didst rise;
071:02,235[A  ]| Then did thick mists and winds the air deform,
071:02,236[A  ]| And down at last thou pouredst the fertile storm;
071:02,237[A  ]| Which to the thirsty land did plenty bring,
071:02,238[A  ]| But though forewarned, overtook and wet the king.
071:02,239[A  ]| What since he did, an higher force him pushed
071:02,240[A  ]| Still from behind, and it before him rushed, <240>
071:02,241[A  ]| Though undiscerned among the tumult blind,
071:02,242[A  ]| Who think those high decrees by man designed. 
071:02,243[A  ]| It was heaven would not that his power should cease,
071:02,244[A  ]| But walk still middle betwixt war and peace;
071:02,245[A  ]| Choosing each stone, and poising every weight,
071:02,246[A  ]| Trying the measures of the breadth and height;
071:02,247[A  ]| Here pulling down, and there erecting new,
071:02,248[A  ]| Founding a firm state by proportions true.
071:02,249[A  ]| When Gideon so did from the war retreat,
071:02,250[A  ]| Yet by the conquest of two kings grown great, <250>
071:02,251[A  ]| He on the peace extends a warlike power,
071:02,252[A  ]| And Israel silent saw him raze the tower; 
071:02,253[A  ]| And how he Succoth's Elders durst suppress,
071:02,254[A  ]| With thorns and briars of the wilderness.
071:02,255[A  ]| No king might ever such a force have done;
071:02,256[A  ]| Yet would not he be lord, nor yet his son.
071:02,257[A  ]| Thou with the same strength, and a heart as plain,
071:02,258[A  ]| Didst (like thine olive) still refuse to reign;
071:02,259[A  ]| Though why should others all thy labour spoil,
071:02,260[A  ]| And brambles be anointed with thine oil, <260>
071:02,261[A  ]| Whose climbing flame, without a timely stop,
071:02,262[A  ]| Had quickly levelled every cedar's top. 
071:02,263[A  ]| Therefore first growing to thyself a law,
071:02,264[A  ]| The ambitious shrubs thou in just time didst awe.
071:02,265[A  ]| So have I seen at sea, when whirling winds,
071:02,266[A  ]| Hurry the bark, but more the seamen's minds,
071:02,267[A  ]| Who with mistaken course salute the sand,
071:02,268[A  ]| And threatening rocks misapprehend for land;
071:02,269[A  ]| While baleful Tritons to the shipwreck guide.
071:02,270[A  ]| And corposants along the tacklings slide. <270>
071:02,271[A  ]| The passengers all wearied out before,
071:02,272[A  ]| Giddy, and wishing for the fatal shore; 
071:02,273[A  ]| Some lusty mate, who with more careful eye
071:02,274[A  ]| Counted the hours, and every star did spy,
071:02,275[A  ]| The helm does from the artless steersman strain,
071:02,276[A  ]| And doubles back unto the safer main.
071:02,277[A  ]| What though a while they grumble discontent,
071:02,278[A  ]| Saving himself he does their loss prevent.
071:02,279[A  ]| It is not a freedom, that where all command;
071:02,280[A  ]| Nor tyranny, where one does them withstand: <280>
071:02,281[A  ]| But who of both the bounders knows to lay
071:02,282[A  ]| Him as their father must the state obey. 
071:02,283[A  ]| Thou, and thine house, like Noah's Eight did rest,
071:02,284[A  ]| Left by the wars' flood on the mountains' crest:
071:02,285[A  ]| And the large vale lay subject to thy will,
071:02,286[A  ]| Which thou but as an husbandman would till:
071:02,287[A  ]| And only didst for others plant the vine
071:02,288[A  ]| Of liberty, not drunken with its Wine.
071:02,289[A  ]| That sober liberty which men may have,
071:02,290[A  ]| That they enjoy, but more they vainly crave: <290>
071:02,291[A  ]| And such as to their parents' tents do press,
071:02,292[A  ]| May show their own, not see his nakedness. 
071:02,293[A  ]| Yet such a Chammish issue still does rage,
071:02,294[A  ]| The shame and plague both of the land and age,
071:02,295[A  ]| Who watched thy halting, and thy fall deride,
071:02,296[A  ]| Rejoicing when thy foot has slipped aside;
071:02,297[A  ]| That their new king might the fifth sceptre shake,
071:02,298[A  ]| And make the world, by his example, quake:
071:02,299[A  ]| Whose frantic army should they want for men
071:02,300[A  ]| Might muster heresies. so one were ten. <300>
071:02,301[A  ]| What thy misfortune, they the spirit call,
071:02,302[A  ]| And their religion only is to fall. 
071:02,303[A  ]| Oh Mahomet! now couldst thou rise again,
071:02,304[A  ]| Thy falling-sickness should have made thee reign,
071:02,305[A  ]| While Feake and Simpson would in many a tome,
071:02,306[A  ]| Have writ the comments of thy sacred foam:
071:02,307[A  ]| For soon thou mightst have past among their rant
071:02,308[A  ]| Were it but for thine unmoved tulipant;
071:02,309[A  ]| As thou must needs have owned them of thy band
071:02,310[A  ]| For prophecies fit to be Alcorand. <310>
071:02,311[A  ]| Accursed locusts, whom your king does spit
071:02,312[A  ]| Out of the centre of the unbottomed pit; 
071:02,313[A  ]| Wanderers, adulterers, liers, Munser's rest,
071:02,314[A  ]| Sorcerers, atheists, Jesuites, possessed;
071:02,315[A  ]| You who the scriptures and the laws deface
071:02,316[A  ]| With the same liberty as points and lace;
071:02,317[A  ]| Oh race most hypocritically strict!
071:02,318[A  ]| Bent to reduce us to the ancient Pict;
071:02,319[A  ]| Well may you act the Adam and the Eve;
071:02,320[A  ]| Ay, and the serpent too that did deceive. <320>
071:02,321[A  ]| But the great captain, now the danger's over,
071:02,322[A  ]| Makes you for his sake tremble one fit more; 
071:02,323[A  ]| And, to your spite, returning yet alive
071:02,324[A  ]| Does with himself all that is good revive.
071:02,325[A  ]| So when first man did through the morning new
071:02,326[A  ]| See the bright sun his shining race pursue,
071:02,327[A  ]| All day he followed with unwearied sight,
071:02,328[A  ]| Pleased with that other world of moving light;
071:02,329[A  ]| But thought him when he missed his setting beams,
071:02,330[A  ]| Sunk in the hills, or plunged below the streams. <330>
071:02,331[A  ]| While dismal blacks hung round the universe,
071:02,332[A  ]| And stars (like tapers) burned upon his hearse: 
071:02,333[A  ]| And owls and ravens with their screeching noise
071:02,334[A  ]| Did make the funerals sadder by their joys.
071:02,335[A  ]| His weeping eyes the doleful vigils keep,
071:02,336[A  ]| Not knowing yet the night was made for sleep:
071:02,337[A  ]| Still to the west, where he him lost, he turned,
071:02,338[A  ]| And with such accents, as despairing, mourned:
071:02,339[A  ]| Why did mine eyes once see so bright a ray;
071:02,340[A  ]| Or why day last no longer than a day? <340>
071:02,341[A  ]| When straight the sun behind him he descried,
071:02,342[A  ]| Smiling serenely from the further side. 
071:02,343[A  ]| So while our star that gives us light and heat,
071:02,344[A  ]| Seemed now a long and gloomy night to threat,
071:02,345[A  ]| Up from the other world his flame he darts,
071:02,346[A  ]| And princes shining through their windows starts;
071:02,347[A  ]| Who their suspected counsellors refuse,
071:02,348[A  ]| And credulous ambassadors accuse.
071:02,349@w   | "Is this", 
071:02,349[A  ]| saith one, 
071:02,349@w   | "the nation that we read
071:02,350@w   | Spent with both wars, under a captain dead? <350>
071:02,351@w   | Yet rig a navy while we dress us late;
071:02,352@w   | And before we dine, raze and rebuild our state. 
071:02,353@w   | What oaken forests, and what golden mines!
071:02,354@w   | What mints of men, what union of designs!
071:02,355@w   | Unless their ships, do, as their fowl proceed
071:02,356@w   | Of shedding leaves, that with their ocean breed.
071:02,357@w   | Theirs are not ships, but rather arks of war,
071:02,358@w   | And beaked promontories sailed from far;
071:02,359@w   | Of floating islands a new hatched nest;
071:02,360@w   | A fleet of worlds, of other worlds in quest; <360>
071:02,361@w   | A hideous shoal of wood-leviathans,
071:02,362@w   | Armed with three tier of brazen hurricanes; 
071:02,363@w   | That through the centre shoot their thundering side
071:02,364@w   | And sink the earth that does at anchor ride.
071:02,365@w   | What refuge to escape them can be found,
071:02,366@w   | Whose watery leaguers all the world surround?
071:02,367@w   | Needs must we all their tributaries be,
071:02,368@w   | Whose navies hold the sluices of the sea.
071:02,369@w   | The ocean is the fountain of command,
071:02,370@w   | But that once took, we captives are on land.<370>
071:02,371@w   | And those that have the waters for their share,
071:02,372@w   | Can quickly leave us neither earth nor air. 
071:02,373@w   | Yet if through these our fears could find a pass;
071:02,374@w   | Through double oak, and lined with treble brass;
071:02,375@w   | 'That one man still, although but named, alarms
071:02,376@w   | More than all men, all navies, and all arms.
071:02,377@w   | Him, all the day, him, in late nights I dread,
071:02,378@w   | And still his sword seems hanging over my head:
071:02,379@w   | The nation had been ours, but his one soul
071:02,380@w   | Moves the great bulk, and animates the whole. <380>
071:02,381@w   | He secrecy with number hath enchased,
071:02,382@w   | Courage with age, maturity with haste:
071:02,383@w   | The valiant's terror, riddle of the wise;
071:02,384@w   | And still his falchion all our knots unties.
071:02,385@w   | Where did he learn those arts that cost us dear?
071:02,386@w   | Where below earth, or where above the sphere?
071:02,387@w   | He seems a king by long succession born,
071:02,388@w   | And yet the same to be a king does scorn.
071:02,389@w   | Abroad a king he seems, and something more,
071:02,390@w   | At home a subject on the equal floor. <390>
071:02,391@w   | O could I once him with our title see,
071:02,392@w   | So should I hope yet he might die as we. 
071:02,393@w   | But let them write his praise that love him best,
071:02,394@w   | It grieves me sore to have thus much confessed.
071:02,395[A  ]| Pardon, great prince, if thus their fear or spite
071:02,396[A  ]| More than our love and duty do thee right.
071:02,397[A  ]| I yield, nor further will the prize contend;
071:02,398[A  ]| So that we both alike may miss our end:
071:02,399[A  ]| While thou thy venerable head dost raise
071:02,400[A  ]| As far above their malice as my praise. <400>
071:02,401[A  ]| And as the angel of our commonweal,
071:02,402[A  ]| Troubling the waters, yearly makest them heal. 
071:02,000['  ]| <First published in an anonymous quarto dated to January 1655 (Q 1655). >
071:02,000['  ]| < It was then reprinted in the 1681 Folio directly from the quarto although >
071:02,000['  ]| <the poem was then cancelled from all other copies of the Folio (along with >
071:02,000['  ]| <Horation Ode and the Poem on the Death of O.C.) except for the British >
071:02,000['  ]| <Museum and Huntington's. Two seventeenth century manuscripts (Bodleian >
071:02,000['  ]| <MS Eng. poet.e.4 and British Library Burney MS 390) ascribe the poem's >
071:02,000['  ]| <composition to Edmund Waller of Beaconsfield but its appearance in the 1681>
071:02,000['  ]| <Folio and Eng. poet.d.49 reconfirms Marvell as the author.> 
071:03,000[A  ]| <A Poem upon the Death of O.C.>
071:03,001[A  ]| That providence which had so long the care
071:03,002[A  ]| Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
071:03,003[A  ]| Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
071:03,004[A  ]| Had seen the period of his golden years:
071:03,005[A  ]| And thenceforth only did attend to trace,
071:03,006[A  ]| What death might least so fair a life deface.
071:03,007[A  ]| The people, which what most they fear esteem,
071:03,008[A  ]| Death when more horrid so more noble deem;
071:03,009[A  ]| And blame the last act, like spectators vain,
071:03,010[A  ]| Unless the prince whom they applaud be slain. <10>
071:03,011[A  ]| Nor fate indeed can well refuse that right
071:03,012[A  ]| To those that lived in war, to die in fight.
071:03,013[A  ]| But long his valour none had left that could
071:03,014[A  ]| Endanger him, or clemency that would.
071:03,015[A  ]| And he whom nature all for peace had made,
071:03,016[A  ]| But angry heaven unto war had swayed,
071:03,017[A  ]| And so less useful where he most desired,
071:03,018[A  ]| For what he least affected was admired,
071:03,019[A  ]| Deserved yet an end whose every part
071:03,020[A  ]| Should speak the wondrous softness of his heart. <20>
071:03,021[A  ]| To love and grief the fatal writ was signed;
071:03,022[A  ]| (Those nobler weaknesses of humane mind,
071:03,023[A  ]| From which those powers that issued the decree,
071:03,024[A  ]| Although immortal, found they were not free.)
071:03,025[A  ]| That they, to whom his breast still open lies,
071:03,026[A  ]| In gentle passions should his death disguise:
071:03,027[A  ]| And leave succeeding ages cause to mourn,
071:03,028[A  ]| As long as grief shall weep, or love shall burn.
071:03,029[A  ]| Straight does a slow and languishing disease
071:03,030[A  ]| Eliza, Nature's and his darling, seize. <30>
071:03,031[A  ]| Her when an infant, taken with her charms,
071:03,032[A  ]| He oft would flourish in his mighty arms;
071:03,033[A  ]| And, left their force the tender burden wrong,
071:03,034[A  ]| Slacken the vigour of his muscles strong;
071:03,035[A  ]| Then to the mother's breast her softly move,
071:03,036[A  ]| Which while she drained of milk she filled with love:
071:03,037[A  ]| But as with riper years her virtue grew,
071:03,038[A  ]| And every minute adds a lustre new;
071:03,039[A  ]| When with meridian height her beauty shined,
071:03,040[A  ]| And through that sparkled her fairer mind; <40>
071:03,041[A  ]| When she with smiles serene and words discreet
071:03,042[A  ]| His hidden soul at every turn could meet;
071:03,043[A  ]| Then might you have daily his affection spied,
071:03,044[A  ]| Doubling that knot which destiny had tied.
071:03,045[A  ]| While they by sense, not knowing, comprehend
071:03,046[A  ]| How on each other both their fates depend.
071:03,047[A  ]| With her each day the pleasing hours he shares,
071:03,048[A  ]| And at her aspect calms her growing cares;
071:03,049[A  ]| Or with a grandsire's joy her children sees
071:03,050[A  ]| Hanging about her neck or at his knees. <50>
071:03,051[A  ]| Hold fast dear infants, hold them both or none;
071:03,052[A  ]| This will not stay when once the other's gone.
071:03,053[A  ]| A silent fire now wastes those limbs of wax,
071:03,054[A  ]| And him within his tortured image racks.
071:03,055[A  ]| So the flower withering which the garden crowned,
071:03,056[A  ]| The sad root pines in secret under ground.
071:03,057[A  ]| Each groan he doubled and each sigh he sighed,
071:03,058[A  ]| Repeated over to the restless night.
071:03,059[A  ]| No trembling string composed to numbers new,
071:03,060[A  ]| Answers the touch in notes more sad more true. <60>
071:03,061[A  ]| She lest he grieve hides what she can her pains,
071:03,062[A  ]| And he to lessen hers his sorrow feigns:
071:03,063[A  ]| Yet both perceived, yet both concealed their skills,
071:03,064[A  ]| And so diminishing increased their ills:
071:03,065[A  ]| That whether by each other's grief they fell,
071:03,066[A  ]| Or on their own redoubled, none can tell.
071:03,067[A  ]| And now Eliza's purple locks were shorn,
071:03,068[A  ]| Where she so long her fathers fate had worn:
071:03,069[A  ]| And frequent lightning to her soul that flies,
071:03,070[A  ]| Divides the air, and opens all the skies: <70>
071:03,071[A  ]| And now his life, suspended by her breath,
071:03,072[A  ]| Ran out impetuously to hasting death.
071:03,073[A  ]| Like polished mirrors, so his steely breast
071:03,074[A  ]| Had every figure of her woes expressed;
071:03,075[A  ]| And with the damp of her last gasps obscured,
071:03,076[A  ]| Had drawn such stains as were not to be cured.
071:03,077[A  ]| Fate could not either reach with single stroke,
071:03,078[A  ]| But the dear image fled the mirror broke.
071:03,079[A  ]| Who now shall tell us more of mournful swans,
071:03,080[A  ]| Of halcyons kind, or bleeding pelicans? <80>
071:03,081[A  ]| No downy breast did ever so gently beat,
071:03,082[A  ]| Or fan with airy plumes so soft an heat.
071:03,083[A  ]| For he no duty by his height excused,
071:03,084[A  ]| Nor though a prince to be a man refused:
071:03,085[A  ]| But rather than in his Eliza's pain
071:03,086[A  ]| Not love, not grieve, would neither live nor reign.
071:03,087[A  ]| And in himself so oft immortal tried
071:03,088[A  ]| Yet in compassion of another died.
071:03,089[A  ]| So have I seen a vine, whose lasting age
071:03,090[A  ]| Of many a winter hath survived the rage. <90>
071:03,091[A  ]| Under whose shady tent men every year
071:03,092[A  ]| At its rich blood's expense their sorrows cheer,
071:03,093[A  ]| If some dear branch where it extends its life
071:03,094[A  ]| Chance to be pruned by an untimely knife,
071:03,095[A  ]| The parent tree unto the grief succeeds,
071:03,096[A  ]| And through the wound its vital humour bleeds;
071:03,097[A  ]| Trickling in watery drops, whose flowing shape
071:03,098[A  ]| Weeps that it falls before fixed into a grape.
071:03,099[A  ]| So the dry stock, no more that spreading vine,
071:03,100[A  ]| Frustrates the autumn and the hopes of wine. <100>
071:03,101[A  ]| A secret cause does sure those signs ordain
071:03,102[A  ]| Fore boding princes' falls, and seldom vain.
071:03,103[A  ]| Whether some kinder powers, that with us well,
071:03,104[A  ]| What they above cannot prevent, foretell;
071:03,105[A  ]| Or the great world do by consent presage,
071:03,106[A  ]| As hollow seas with future tempests rage:
071:03,107[A  ]| Or rather heaven, which us so long foresees,
071:03,108[A  ]| Their funerals celebrate while it decrees.
071:03,109[A  ]| But never yet was any human fate
071:03,110[A  ]| By nature solemnized with so much state. <110>
071:03,111[A  ]| He unconcerned the dreadful passage crossed;
071:03,112[A  ]| But oh what pangs that death did Nature cost!
071:03,113[A  ]| First the great thunder was shot off, and sent
071:03,114[A  ]| The signal from the starry battlement.
071:03,115[A  ]| The winds receive it, and its force outdo,
071:03,116[A  ]| As practising how they could thunder too:
071:03,117[A  ]| Out of the binder's hand the sheaves they tore,
071:03,118[A  ]| And thrashed the harvest in the airy floor;
071:03,119[A  ]| Or of huge trees, whose growth with his did rise,
071:03,120[A  ]| The deep foundations opened to the skies. <120>
071:03,121[A  ]| Then heavy showers the winged tempests dead,
071:03,122[A  ]| And pour the deluge over the chaos' head.
071:03,123[A  ]| The race of warlike horses at his tomb
071:03,124[A  ]| Offer themselves in many a hecatomb;
071:03,125[A  ]| With pensive head towards the ground they fall,
071:03,126[A  ]| And helpless languish at the tainted stall.
071:03,127[A  ]| Numbers of men decrease with pains unknown,
071:03,128[A  ]| And hasten not to see his death their own.
071:03,129[A  ]| Such tortures all the elements unfixed,
071:03,130[A  ]| Troubled to part where so exactly mixed. <130>
071:03,131[A  ]| And as through air his wasting spirits flowed,
071:03,132[A  ]| The universe laboured beneath their load.
071:03,133[A  ]| Nature it seemed with him would Nature vie;
071:03,134[A  ]| He with Eliza, It with him would die.
071:03,135[A  ]| He without noise still travelled to his end,
071:03,136[A  ]| As silent suns to meet the night descend.
071:03,137[A  ]| The stars that for him fought had only power
071:03,138[A  ]| Left to determine now his fatal hour,
071:03,139[A  ]| Which, since they might not hinder, yet they cast
071:03,140[A  ]| To choose it worthy of his glories past. <140>
071:03,141[A  ]| No part of time but bore his mark away
071:03,142[A  ]| Of honour; all the year was Cromwell's day
071:03,143[A  ]| But this, of all the most auspicious found,
071:03,144[A  ]| Twice had in open field him victor crowned
071:03,145[A  ]| When up the armed mountains of Dunbar
071:03,146[A  ]| He marched, and through deep Severn ending war.
071:03,147[A  ]| What day should him eternize but the same
071:03,148[A  ]| That had before immortalized his name?
071:03,149[A  ]| That so who ever would at his death have joyed,
071:03,150[A  ]| In their own griefs might find themselves employed; <150>
071:03,151[A  ]| But those that sadly his departure grieved,
071:03,152[A  ]| Yet joyed remembering what he once achieved.
071:03,153[A  ]| And the last minute his victorious ghost
071:03,154[A  ]| Gave chase to Ligny on the Belgic coast.
071:03,155[A  ]| Here ended all his mortal toils: he laid
071:03,156[A  ]| And slept in peace under the laurel shade.
071:03,157[A  ]| O Cromwell, heaven's favourite! To none
071:03,158[A  ]| Have such high honours from above been shown:
071:03,159[A  ]| For whom the elements we mourners see,
071:03,160[A  ]| And heaven itself would the great herald be; <160>
071:03,161[A  ]| Which with more care set forth his obsequies
071:03,162[A  ]| Than those of Moses hid from human eyes;
071:03,163[A  ]| As jealous only here lest all be less,
071:03,164[A  ]| That we could to his memory express.
071:03,165[A  ]| Then let us to our course of mourning keep:
071:03,166[A  ]| Where heaven leads, it is piety to weep.
071:03,167[A  ]| Stand back ye seas, and shrunk beneath the veil
071:03,168[A  ]| Of your abyss, with covered head bewail
071:03,169[A  ]| Your monarch: we demand not your supplies
071:03,170[A  ]| To compass in our isle; our tears suffice; <170>
071:03,171[A  ]| Since him away the dismal tempest rent,
071:03,172[A  ]| Who once more joined us to the continent;
071:03,173[A  ]| Who planted England on the Flandric shore,
071:03,174[A  ]| And stretched our frontier to the Indian ore;
071:03,175[A  ]| Whose greater truths obscure the fables old,
071:03,176[A  ]| Whether of British saints or worthies told;
071:03,177[A  ]| And in a valour lessening Arthur's deeds,
071:03,178[A  ]| For holiness the Confessor exceeds.
071:03,179[A  ]| He first put arms into Religion's hand,
071:03,180[A  ]| And timorous Conscience unto Courage manned: <180>
071:03,181[A  ]| The Soldier taught that inward mail to wear,
071:03,182[A  ]| And fearing God how they should nothing fear.
071:03,183[A  ]| 'Those strokes', he said 'will pierce through all below
071:03,184[A  ]| Where those that strike from heaven fetch their blow.'
071:03,185[A  ]| Astonished armies did their flight prepare:
071:03,186[A  ]| And cities strong were stormed by his prayer.
071:03,187[A  ]| Of that forever Preston's field shall tell
071:03,188[A  ]| The story, and impregnable Clonmel.
071:03,189[A  ]| And where the sandy mountain Fenwick scaled
071:03,190[A  ]| The sea between yet hence his prayer prevailed. <190>
071:03,191[A  ]| What man was ever so in heaven obeyed
071:03,192[A  ]| Since the commanded sun over Gibeon stayed.
071:03,193[A  ]| In all his wars needs must he triumph, when
071:03,194[A  ]| He conquered God still before he fought with men.
071:03,195[A  ]| Hence though in battle none so brave or fierce
071:03,196[A  ]| Yet him the adverse steel could never pierce:
071:03,197[A  ]| Pity it seemed to hurt him more that felt
071:03,198[A  ]| Each round himself which he to others dealt,
071:03,199[A  ]| Danger itself refusing to offend
071:03,200[A  ]| So loose an enemy so fast a friend. <200>
071:03,201[A  ]| Friendship that sacred virtue long does claim
071:03,202[A  ]| The first foundation of his house and name:
071:03,203[A  ]| But within one its narrow limits fall
071:03,204[A  ]| His tenderness extended unto all:
071:03,205[A  ]| And that deep soul through every channel flows
071:03,206[A  ]| Where kindly nature loves itself to lose.
071:03,207[A  ]| More strong affections never reason served
071:03,208[A  ]| Yet still affected most what best deserved.
071:03,209[A  ]| If he Eliza loved to that degree
071:03,210[A  ]| (Though who more worthy to be loved then she?) <210>
071:03,211[A  ]| If so indulgent to his own, how dear
071:03,212[A  ]| To him the children of the highest were?
071:03,213[A  ]| For her he once did nature's tribute pay:
071:03,214[A  ]| For these his life adventured every day.
071:03,215[A  ]| And it would be found could we have his thoughts have cast
071:03,216[A  ]| Their griefs struck deepest if Eliza's last.
071:03,217[A  ]| What prudence more than human did he need
071:03,218[A  ]| To keep so dear, so differing minds agreed?
071:03,219[A  ]| The worser sort as conscious of their ill,
071:03,220[A  ]| Lie weak and easy to the ruler's will: <220>
071:03,221[A  ]| But to the good (too many or too few)
071:03,222[A  ]| All law is useless all reward is due.
071:03,223[A  ]| Oh ill advised if not for love for shame
071:03,224[A  ]| Spare yet your own if you neglect his fame.
071:03,225[A  ]| Lest others dare to think your zeal a mask
071:03,226[A  ]| And you to govern only heaven's task.
071:03,227[A  ]| Valour, religion, friendship, prudence died
071:03,228[A  ]| At once with him and all that is good beside:
071:03,229[A  ]| And we death's refuse nature's dregs confined
071:03,230[A  ]| To loathsome life alas are left behind: <230>
071:03,231[A  ]| Where we (so once we used) shall now no more
071:03,232[A  ]| To fetch day press about his chamber door;
071:03,233[A  ]| From which he issued with that awful state
071:03,234[A  ]| It seemed Mars broke through Janus' double gate:
071:03,235[A  ]| Yet always tempered with an air so mild
071:03,236[A  ]| No April suns that ever so gently smiled;
071:03,237[A  ]| No more shall hear that powerful language charm
071:03,238[A  ]| Whose force oft spared the labour of his arm:
071:03,239[A  ]| No more shall follow where he spent the days
071:03,240[A  ]| In war, in counsel, or in prayer, and praise; <240>
071:03,241[A  ]| Whose meanest acts he would himself advance
071:03,242[A  ]| As ungirt David to the ark did dance.
071:03,243[A  ]| All all is gone of ours or his delight
071:03,244[A  ]| In horses fierce wild deer or armour bright.
071:03,245[A  ]| Francisca fair can nothing now but weep
071:03,246[A  ]| Nor with soft notes shall sing his cares asleep.
071:03,247[A  ]| I saw him dead, a leaden slumber lies
071:03,248[A  ]| And mortal sleep over those wakeful eyes:
071:03,249[A  ]| Those gentle rays under the lids were fled
071:03,250[A  ]| Which through his looks that piercing sweetness shed; <250>
071:03,251[A  ]| That port which so majestic was and strong
071:03,252[A  ]| Loose and deprived of vigour stretched along:
071:03,253[A  ]| All withered, ill discoloured, pale and wan,
071:03,254[A  ]| How much another thing, no more that man?
071:03,255[A  ]| Oh human glory vain, oh death, oh wings,
071:03,256[A  ]| Oh worthless work, oh transitory things.
071:03,257[A  ]| Yet dwelt that greatness in his shape decayed
071:03,258[A  ]| That still though dead greater then death he laid.
071:03,259[A  ]| And in his altered face you something feign
071:03,260[A  ]| That threatens death he yet will live again. <260>
071:03,261[A  ]| Not much unlike the sound oak which shoots
071:03,262[A  ]| To heaven its branches and through earth its roots:
071:03,263[A  ]| Whose spacious boughs are hung with trophies round
071:03,264[A  ]| And honoured wreaths have oft the victor crowned.
071:03,265[A  ]| When angry Jove darts lightning through the air
071:03,266[A  ]| At mortals' sins, nor his own plant shall spare;
071:03,267[A  ]| (It groans and bruises all below that stood
071:03,268[A  ]| So many years the shelter of the wood)
071:03,269[A  ]| The tree erewhile foreshortened to our view
071:03,270[A  ]| When fallen shows taller yet than as it grew. <270>
071:03,271[A  ]| So shall his praise to after times increase
071:03,272[A  ]| When truth shall be allowed and faction cease
071:03,273[A  ]| And his own shadows with him fall. The eye
071:03,274[A  ]| Detracts from objects than itself more high:
071:03,275[A  ]| But when death takes them from that envied seat
071:03,276[A  ]| Seeing how little we confess how great.
071:03,277[A  ]| Thee many ages hence in martial verse
071:03,278[A  ]| Shall the English soldier before he charge rehearse:
071:03,279[A  ]| Singing of thee inflame themselves to fight
071:03,280[A  ]| And with the name of Cromwell armies fright. <280>
071:03,281[A  ]| As long as rivers to the seas shall run
071:03,282[A  ]| As long as Cynthia shall relieve the sun,
071:03,283[A  ]| While stags shall fly unto the forests thick,
071:03,284[A  ]| While sheep delight the grassy downs to pick,
071:03,285[A  ]| As long as future time succeeds the past,
071:03,286[A  ]| Always thy honour, praise and name shall last.
071:03,287[A  ]| Thou in a pitch how far, beyond the sphere
071:03,288[A  ]| Of human glory towerest, and reigning there
071:03,289[A  ]| Despoiled of mortal robes, in seas of bliss
071:03,290[A  ]| Plunging dost bathe, and tread the bright abyss: <290>
071:03,291[A  ]| There thy great soul yet once a world does see
071:03,292[A  ]| Spacious enough, and pure enough for thee.
071:03,293[A  ]| How soon thou Moses hast and Joshua found
071:03,294[A  ]| And David for the sword, and harp renowned?
071:03,295[A  ]| How straight canst to each happy mansion go?
071:03,296[A  ]| (Far better known above than here below)
071:03,297[A  ]| And in those joys dost spend the endless day
071:03,298[A  ]| Which in expressing we ourselves betray.
071:03,299[A  ]| For we since thou art gone with heavy doom
071:03,300[A  ]| Wander like ghosts about thy loved tomb: <300>
071:03,301[A  ]| And lost in tears have neither sight nor mind
071:03,302[A  ]| To guide us upward through this region blind.
071:03,303[A  ]| Since thou art gone who best that way couldst teach
071:03,304[A  ]| Only our sighs perhaps may thither reach.
071:03,305[A  ]| And Richard yet where his great parent led
071:03,306[A  ]| Beats on the rugged track: he virtue dead
071:03,307[A  ]| Revives, and by his milder beams assures;
071:03,308[A  ]| And yet how much of them his grief obscures?
071:03,309[A  ]| He as his father long was kept from sight
071:03,310[A  ]| In private to be viewed by better light; <310>
071:03,311[A  ]| But opened once, what splendour does he throw
071:03,312[A  ]| A Cromwell in an hour a prince will grow.
071:03,313[A  ]| How he becomes that seat, how strongly strains,
071:03,314[A  ]| How gently winds at once the ruling reins?
071:03,315[A  ]| Heaven to this choice prepared a diadem
071:03,316[A  ]| Richer than any eastern silk or gem:
071:03,317[A  ]| A pearly rainbow; where the Sun enchased
071:03,318[A  ]| His brows like an imperial jewel graced.
071:03,319[A  ]| We find already what those omens mean
071:03,320[A  ]| Earth never more glad, nor heaven more serene. <320>
071:03,321[A  ]| Cease now our griefs, calm peace succeeds a war
071:03,322[A  ]| Rainbows to storms, Richard to Oliver.
071:03,323[A  ]| Tempt not his clemency to try his power
071:03,324[A  ]| He threats no deluge, yet foretells a shower.
071:03,000[A  ]| <This poem existed in only one copy of the 1681 Folio (British Museum)>
071:03,000[A  ]| < and we have only ll. 1-184. For ll. 185-324 the source is Bod. MS Eng.>
071:03,000[A  ]| < poet.d.49.> 
071:04,000[A  ]| <Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax.>
071:04,001[A  ]| Within this sober frame expect
071:04,002[A  ]| Work of no foreign architect;
071:04,003[A  ]| That unto caves the quarries drew,
071:04,004[A  ]| And forests did to pastures hew;
071:04,005[A  ]| Who of his great design in pain
071:04,006[A  ]| Did for a model vault his brain,
071:04,007[A  ]| Whose columns should so high be raised
071:04,008[A  ]| To arch the brows that on them gazed.
071:04,009[A  ]| Why should of all things man unruled
071:04,010[A  ]| Such unproportioned dwellings build? <10>
071:04,011[A  ]| The beasts are by their dens expressed:
071:04,012[A  ]| And birds contrive an equal nest;
071:04,013[A  ]| The low-roofed tortoises do dwell
071:04,014[A  ]| In cases fit of tortoise shell:
071:04,015[A  ]| No creature loves an empty space;
071:04,016[A  ]| Their bodies measure out their place.
071:04,017[A  ]| But he, superfluously spread,
071:04,018[A  ]| Demands more room alive than dead.
071:04,019[A  ]| And in his hollow palace goes
071:04,020[A  ]| Where winds (as he) themselves may lose. <20>
071:04,021[A  ]| What need of all this marble crust
071:04,022[A  ]| To impark the wanton mote of dust,
071:04,023[A  ]| That thinks by breadth the world to unite
071:04,024[A  ]| Though the first builders failed in height?
071:04,025[A  ]| But all things are composed here
071:04,026[A  ]| Like nature, orderly and near:
071:04,027[A  ]| In which we the dimensions find
071:04,028[A  ]| Of that more sober age and mind,
071:04,029[A  ]| When larger-sized men did stoop
071:04,030[A  ]| To enter at a narrow loop; <30>
071:04,031[A  ]| As practising, in doors so straight,
071:04,032[A  ]| To strain themselves through heaven's gate.
071:04,033[A  ]| And surely when the after age
071:04,034[A  ]| Shall hither come in pilgrimage,
071:04,035[A  ]| These sacred places to adore,
071:04,036[A  ]| By Vere and Fairfax trod before,
071:04,037[A  ]| Men will dispute how their extent
071:04,038[A  ]| Within such dwarfish confines went:
071:04,039[A  ]| And some will smile at this, as well
071:04,040[A  ]| As Romulus his bee-like cell. <40>
071:04,041[A  ]| Humility alone designs
071:04,042[A  ]| Those short but admirable lines,
071:04,043[A  ]| By which, ungirt and unconstrained,
071:04,044[A  ]| Things greater are in less contained.
071:04,045[A  ]| Let others vainly strive to immure
071:04,046[A  ]| The circle in the quadrature!
071:04,047[A  ]| These holy mathematics can
071:04,048[A  ]| In every figure equal man.
071:04,049[A  ]| Yet thus the laden house does sweat,
071:04,050[A  ]| And scarce endures the master great: <50>
071:04,051[A  ]| But where he comes the swelling hall
071:04,052[A  ]| Stirs, and the square grows spherical;
071:04,053[A  ]| More by his magnitude distressed,
071:04,054[A  ]| Than he is by its straightness pressed.
071:04,055[A  ]| And too officiously it slights
071:04,056[A  ]| That in itself which him delights.
071:04,057[A  ]| So honour better lowness bears,
071:04,058[A  ]| Than that unwonted greatness wears
071:04,059[A  ]| Height with a certain grace does bend,
071:04,060[A  ]| But low things clownishly ascend. <60>
071:04,061[A  ]| And yet what needs there here excuse,
071:04,062[A  ]| Where everything does answer use?
071:04,063[A  ]| Where neatness nothing can condemn,
071:04,064[A  ]| Nor pride invent what to contemn?
071:04,065[A  ]| A stately frontispiece of poor
071:04,066[A  ]| Adorns without the open door:
071:04,067[A  ]| Nor less the rooms within commends
071:04,068[A  ]| Daily new furniture of friends.
071:04,069[A  ]| The house was built upon the place
071:04,070[A  ]| Only as for a mark of grace; <70>
071:04,071[A  ]| And for an inn to entertain
071:04,072[A  ]| Its lord a while, but not remain.
071:04,073[A  ]| Him Bishop's*Hill, or Denton may,
071:04,074[A  ]| Or Bilbrough, better hold than they:
071:04,075[A  ]| But nature here hath been so free
071:04,076[A  ]| As if she said leave this to me.
071:04,077[A  ]| Art would more neatly have defaced
071:04,078[A  ]| What she had laid so sweetly waste;
071:04,079[A  ]| In fragrant gardens, shady woods,
071:04,080[A  ]| Deep meadows, and transparent floods. <80>
071:04,081[A  ]| While with slow eyes we these survey,
071:04,082[A  ]| And on each pleasant footstep stay,
071:04,083[A  ]| We opportunely may relate
071:04,084[A  ]| The progress of this house's fate.
071:04,085[A  ]| A nunnery first gave it birth.
071:04,086[A  ]| For virgin buildings oft brought forth.
071:04,087[A  ]| And all that neighbour-ruin shows
071:04,088[A  ]| The quarries whence this dwelling rose.
071:04,089[A  ]| Near to this gloomy cloister's gates
071:04,090[A  ]| There dwelt the blooming virgin Thwaites, <90>
071:04,091[A  ]| Fair beyond measure, and an heir
071:04,092[A  ]| Which might deformity make fair.
071:04,093[A  ]| And oft she spent the summer suns
071:04,094[A  ]| Discoursing with the subtle nuns.
071:04,095[A  ]| Whence in these words one to her weaved,
071:04,096[A  ]| (As it were by chance) thoughts long conceived.
071:04,097@v   | "Within this holy leisure we
071:04,098@v   | Live innocently as you see.
071:04,099@v   | These walls restrain the world without,
071:04,100@v   | But hedge our liberty about. <100>
071:04,101@v   | These bars enclose that wider den
071:04,102@v   | Of those wild creatures, called men.
071:04,103@v   | The cloister outward shuts its gates,
071:04,104@v   | And, from us, locks on them the grates.
071:04,105@v   | Here we, in shining armour white,
071:04,106@v   | Like virgin Amazons do fight.
071:04,107@v   | And our chaste lamps we hourly trim,
071:04,108@v   | Lest the great bridegroom find them dim.
071:04,109@v   | Our orient breaths perfumed are
071:04,110@v   | With incense of incessant prayer. <110>
071:04,111@v   | And holy-water of our tears
071:04,112@v   | Most strangely our complexion clears.
071:04,113@v   | Not tears of grief; but such as those
071:04,114@v   | With which calm pleasure overflows;
071:04,115@v   | Or pity, when we look on you
071:04,116@v   | That live without this happy vow.
071:04,117@v   | How should we grieve that must be seen
071:04,118@v   | Each one a spouse, and each a queen;
071:04,119@v   | And can in heaven hence behold
071:04,120@v   | Our brighter robes and crowns of gold? <120>
071:04,121@v   | When we have prayed all our beads,
071:04,122@v   | Someone the holy legend reads;
071:04,123@v   | While all the rest with needles paint
071:04,124@v   | The face and graces of the saint.
071:04,125@v   | But what the Linen can not receive
071:04,126@v   | They in their lives do interweave.
071:04,127@v   | This work the saints best represents;
071:04,128@v   | That serves for altar's ornaments.
071:04,129@v   | But much it to our work would add
071:04,130@v   | If here your hand, your face we had: <130>
071:04,131@v   | By it we would Our Lady touch;
071:04,132@v   | Yet thus she you resembles much.
071:04,133@v   | Some of your features, as we sewed,
071:04,134@v   | Through every shrine should be bestowed.
071:04,135@v   | And in one beauty we would take
071:04,136@v   | Enough a thousand saints to make.
071:04,137@v   | And (for I dare not quench the fire
071:04,138@v   | That me does for your good inspire)
071:04,139@v   | It were sacrilege a man to admit
071:04,140@v   | To holy things, for heaven fit. <140>
071:04,141@v   | I see the angels in a crown
071:04,142@v   | On you the lilies showering down:
071:04,143@v   | And around about you glory breaks,
071:04,144@v   | That something more than human speaks.
071:04,145@v   | All beauty, when at such a height,
071:04,146@v   | Is so already consecrate.
071:04,147@v   | Fairfax I know; and long before this
071:04,148@v   | Have marked the youth, and what he is.
071:04,149@v   | But can he such a rival seem
071:04,150@v   | For whom you heaven should disesteem? <150>
071:04,151@v   | Ah, no! and it would more honour prove
071:04,152@v   | He your devoto were, than love.
071:04,153@v   | Here live beloved, and obeyed:
071:04,154@v   | Each one your sister, each your maid.
071:04,155@v   | And, if our rule seem strictly penned,
071:04,156@v   | The rule itself to you shall bend.
071:04,157@v   | Our abbess too, now far in age,
071:04,158@v   | Doth your succession near presage.
071:04,159@v   | How soft the yoke on us would lie,
071:04,160@v   | Might such fair hands as yours it tie! <160>
071:04,161@v   | Your voice, the sweetest of the choir,
071:04,162@v   | Shall draw heaven nearer, raise us higher.
071:04,163@v   | And your example, if our head,
071:04,164@v   | Will soon us to perfection lead.
071:04,165@v   | Those virtues to us all so dear,
071:04,166@v   | Will straight grow sanctity when here:
071:04,167@v   | And that, once sprung, increase so fast
071:04,168@v   | Till miracles it work at last.
071:04,169@v   | Nor is our order yet so nice,
071:04,170@v   | Delight to banish as a vice. <170>
071:04,171@v   | Here pleasure piety doth meet;
071:04,172@v   | One perfecting the other sweet.
071:04,173@v   | So through the mortal fruit we boil
071:04,174@v   | The sugar's uncorrupting oil:
071:04,175@v   | And that which perished while we pull,
071:04,176@v   | Is thus preserved clear and full.
071:04,177@v   | For such indeed are all our arts;
071:04,178@v   | Still handling Nature's finest parts.
071:04,179@v   | Flowers dress the altars; for the clothes,
071:04,180@v   | The sea-born amber we compose; <180>
071:04,181@v   | Balms for the grieved we draw; and pastes
071:04,182@v   | We mold, as baits for curious tastes.
071:04,183@v   | What need is here of man? unless
071:04,184@v   | These as sweet sins we should confess.
071:04,185@v   | Each night among us to your side
071:04,186@v   | Appoint a fresh and virgin bride;
071:04,187@v   | Whom if our Lord at midnight find,
071:04,188@v   | Yet neither should be left behind.
071:04,189@v   | Where you may lie as chaste in bed,
071:04,190@v   | As pearls together billeted. <190>
071:04,191@v   | All eight embracing arm in arm,
071:04,192@v   | Like crystal pure with cotton warm.
071:04,193@v   | But what is this to all the store
071:04,194@v   | Of joys you see, and may make more!
071:04,195@v   | Try but a while, if you be wise:
071:04,196@v   | The trial neither costs, nor ties.
071:04,197[A  ]| Now Fairfax seek her promised faith:
071:04,198[A  ]| Religion that dispensed hath;
071:04,199[A  ]| Which she henceforward does begin;
071:04,200[A  ]| The nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in. <200>
071:04,201[A  ]| Oft, though he knew it was in vain,
071:04,202[A  ]| Yet would he valiantly complain.
071:04,203@w   | Is this that sanctity so great,
071:04,204@w   | An art by which you finelier cheat?
071:04,205@w   | Hypocrite witches, hence avaunt,
071:04,206@w   | Who though in prison yet enchant!
071:04,207@w   | Death only can such thieves make fast,
071:04,208@w   | As rob though in the dungeon cast.
071:04,209@w   | Were there but, when this house was made,
071:04,210@w   | One stone that a just hand had laid, <210>
071:04,211@w   | It must have fallen upon her head
071:04,212@w   | Who first thee from thy faith misled.
071:04,213@w   | And yet, how well soever meant,
071:04,214@w   | With them it would soon grow fraudulent:
071:04,215@w   | For like themselves they alter all,
071:04,216@w   | And vice infects the very wall.
071:04,217@w   | But sure those buildings last not long,
071:04,218@w   | Founded by folly, kept by wrong.
071:04,219@w   | I know what fruit their gardens yield,
071:04,220@w   | When they it think by night concealed. <220>
071:04,221@w   | Fly from their vices. It is thy state,
071:04,222@w   | Not thee, that they would consecrate.
071:04,223@w   | Fly from their ruin. How I fear
071:04,224@w   | Though guiltless lest thou perish there.
071:04,225[A  ]| What should he do? He would respect
071:04,226[A  ]| Religion, but not right neglect:
071:04,227[A  ]| For first religion taught him right,
071:04,228[A  ]| And dazzled not but cleared his sight.
071:04,229[A  ]| Sometimes resolved his sword he draws,
071:04,230[A  ]| But reverenceth then the laws: <230>
071:04,231[A  ]| For justice still that courage led;
071:04,232[A  ]| First from a judge, then soldier bred.
071:04,233[A  ]| Small honour would be in the storm.
071:04,234[A  ]| The court him grants the lawful form;
071:04,235[A  ]| Which licensed either peace or force,
071:04,236[A  ]| To hinder the unjust divorce.
071:04,237[A  ]| Yet still the nuns his right debarred,
071:04,238[A  ]| Standing upon their holy guard.
071:04,239[A  ]| Ill-counselled women, do you know
071:04,240[A  ]| Whom you resist, or what you do? <240>
071:04,241[A  ]| Is not this he whose offspring fierce
071:04,242[A  ]| Shall fight through all the universe;
071:04,243[A  ]| And with successive valour try
071:04,244[A  ]| France, Poland, either Germany;
071:04,245[A  ]| Till one, as long since prophesied,
071:04,246[A  ]| His horse through conquered Britain ride?
071:04,247[A  ]| Yet, against fate, his spouse they kept;
071:04,248[A  ]| And the great race would intercept.
071:04,249[A  ]| Some to the breach against their foes
071:04,250[A  ]| Their wooden saints in vain oppose. <250>
071:04,251[A  ]| Another bolder stands at push
071:04,252[A  ]| With their old holy-water brush.
071:04,253[A  ]| While the disjointed abbess threads
071:04,254[A  ]| The jingling chain-shot of her beads.
071:04,255[A  ]| But their loudest cannon were their lungs;
071:04,256[A  ]| And sharpest weapons were their tongues.
071:04,257[A  ]| But, waving these aside like flies,
071:04,258[A  ]| Young Fairfax through the wall does rise.
071:04,259[A  ]| Then the unfrequented vault appeared,
071:04,260[A  ]| And superstitions vainly feared. <260>
071:04,261[A  ]| The relics false were set to view;
071:04,262[A  ]| Only the jewels there were true.
071:04,263[A  ]| But truly bright and holy Thwaites
071:04,264[A  ]| That weeping at the altar waits.
071:04,265[A  ]| But the glad youth away her bears,
071:04,266[A  ]| And to the nuns bequeaths her tears:
071:04,267[A  ]| Who guiltily their prize bemoan,
071:04,268[A  ]| Like gypsies that a child hath stolen.
071:04,269[A  ]| Thenceforth (as when the enchantment ends
071:04,270[A  ]| The castle vanishes or rends) <270>
071:04,271[A  ]| The wasting cloister with the rest
071:04,272[A  ]| Was in one instant dispossessed.
071:04,273[A  ]| At the demolishing, this seat
071:04,274[A  ]| To Fairfax fell as by escheat.
071:04,275[A  ]| And what both nuns and founders willed
071:04,276[A  ]| It is likely better thus fulfilled.
071:04,277[A  ]| For if the virgin proved not theirs,
071:04,278[A  ]| The cloister yet remained hers.
071:04,279[A  ]| Though many a nun there made her vow, 
071:04,280[A  ]| It was no religious house till now. <280>
071:04,281[A  ]| From that blest bed the hero came,
071:04,282[A  ]| Whom France and Poland yet does fame:
071:04,283[A  ]| Who, when retired here to peace,
071:04,284[A  ]| His warlike studies could not cease;
071:04,285[A  ]| But laid these gardens out in sport
071:04,286[A  ]| In the just figure of a fort;
071:04,287[A  ]| And with five bastions it did fence,
071:04,288[A  ]| As aiming one for every sense.
071:04,289[A  ]| When in the east the morning ray
071:04,290[A  ]| Hangs out the colours of the day, <290>
071:04,291[A  ]| The bee through these known alleys hums,
071:04,292[A  ]| Beating the dian with its drums.
071:04,293[A  ]| Then flowers their drowsy eyelids raise,
071:04,294[A  ]| Their silken ensigns each displays,
071:04,295[A  ]| And dries its pan yet dank with dew,
071:04,296[A  ]| And fills its flask with odours new.
071:04,297[A  ]| These, as their governor goes by,
071:04,298[A  ]| In fragrant volleys they let fly;
071:04,299[A  ]| And to salute their governess
071:04,300[A  ]| Again as great a charge they press: <300>
071:04,301[A  ]| None for the virgin nymph; for she
071:04,302[A  ]| Seems with the flowers a flower to be.
071:04,303[A  ]| And thinks so still! though not compare
071:04,304[A  ]| With breath so sweet, or cheek so fair.
071:04,305[A  ]| Well shot ye firemen! Oh how sweet,
071:04,306[A  ]| And round your equal fires do meet;
071:04,307[A  ]| Whose shrill report no ear can tell,
071:04,308[A  ]| But echoes to the eye and smell.
071:04,309[A  ]| See how the flowers, as at parade,
071:04,310[A  ]| Under their colours stand displayed: <310>
071:04,311[A  ]| Each regiment in order grows,
071:04,312[A  ]| That of the tulip pink and rose.
071:04,313[A  ]| But when the vigilant patrol
071:04,314[A  ]| Of stars walks round about the Pole,
071:04,315[A  ]| Their leaves, that to the stalks are curled,
071:04,316[A  ]| Seem to their staves the ensigns furled.
071:04,317[A  ]| Then in some flower's beloved hut
071:04,318[A  ]| Each bee as sentinel is shut;
071:04,319[A  ]| And sleeps so too: but, if once stirred,
071:04,320[A  ]| She runs you through, or asks the word. <320>
071:04,321[A  ]| Oh thou, that dear and happy isle
071:04,322[A  ]| The garden of the world erewhile,
071:04,323[A  ]| Thou paradise of four seas,
071:04,324[A  ]| Which heaven planted us to please,
071:04,325[A  ]| But, to exclude the world, did guard
071:04,326[A  ]| With watery if not flaming sword;
071:04,327[A  ]| What luckless apple did we taste,
071:04,328[A  ]| To make us mortal, and thee waste.
071:04,329[A  ]| Unhappy! shall we never more
071:04,330[A  ]| That sweet militia restore, <330>
071:04,331[A  ]| When gardens only had their towers,
071:04,332[A  ]| And all the garrisons were flowers,
071:04,333[A  ]| When roses only arms might bear,
071:04,334[A  ]| And men did rosy garlands wear?
071:04,335[A  ]| Tulips, in several colours barred,
071:04,336[A  ]| Were then the Switzers of our Guard.
071:04,337[A  ]| The Gardener had the soldier's place,
071:04,338[A  ]| And his more gentle forts did trace.
071:04,339[A  ]| The nursery of all things green
071:04,340[A  ]| Was then the only magazine. <340>
071:04,341[A  ]| The winter quarters were the stoves,
071:04,342[A  ]| Where he the tender plants removes.
071:04,343[A  ]| But war all this doth overgrow:
071:04,344[A  ]| We ordnance plant and powder sow.
071:04,345[A  ]| And yet their walks one on the sod
071:04,346[A  ]| Who, had it pleased him and God,
071:04,347[A  ]| Might once have made our gardens spring
071:04,348[A  ]| Fresh as his own and flourishing.
071:04,349[A  ]| But he preferred to the Cinque Ports
071:04,350[A  ]| These five imaginary forts: <350>
071:04,351[A  ]| And, in those half-dry trenches, spanned
071:04,352[A  ]| Power which the ocean might command.
071:04,353[A  ]| For he did, with his utmost skill,
071:04,354[A  ]| Ambition weed, but conscience till.
071:04,355[A  ]| Conscience, that heaven-nursed plant,
071:04,356[A  ]| Which most our earthy gardens want.
071:04,357[A  ]| A prickling leaf it bears, and such
071:04,358[A  ]| As that which shrinks at every touch;
071:04,359[A  ]| But flowers eternal, and divine,
071:04,360[A  ]| That in the crowns of saints do shine. <360>
071:04,361[A  ]| The fight does from these bastions ply,
071:04,362[A  ]| The invisible artillery;
071:04,363[A  ]| And at proud Cawood*Castle seems
071:04,364[A  ]| To point the battery of its beams.
071:04,365[A  ]| As if it quarrelled in the seat
071:04,366[A  ]| The ambition of its prelate great.
071:04,367[A  ]| But over the meads below it plays,
071:04,368[A  ]| Or innocently seems to gaze.
071:04,369[A  ]| And now to the abyss I pass
071:04,370[A  ]| Of that unfathomable grass, <370>
071:04,371[A  ]| Where men like grasshoppers appear,
071:04,372[A  ]| But grasshoppers are giants there:
071:04,373[A  ]| They, in their squeaking laugh, contemn
071:04,374[A  ]| Us as we walk more low than them:
071:04,375[A  ]| And, from the precipices tall
071:04,376[A  ]| Of the green spires, to us do call.
071:04,377[A  ]| To see men through this meadow dive,
071:04,378[A  ]| We wonder how they rise alive.
071:04,379[A  ]| As, under water, none does know
071:04,380[A  ]| Whether he fall through it or go. <380>
071:04,381[A  ]| But, as the mariners that found,
071:04,382[A  ]| And show upon their lead the ground,
071:04,383[A  ]| They bring up flowers so to be seen,
071:04,384[A  ]| And prove they have at the bottom been.
071:04,385[A  ]| No scene that turns with engines strange
071:04,386[A  ]| Does oftener than these meadows change.
071:04,387[A  ]| For when the sun the grass hath vexed,
071:04,388[A  ]| The tawny mowers enter next;
071:04,389[A  ]| Who seem like Israelites to be,
071:04,390[A  ]| Walking on foot through a green sea. <390>
071:04,391[A  ]| To them the grassy deeps divide,
071:04,392[A  ]| And crowd a lane to either side.
071:04,393[A  ]| With whistling scythe, and elbow strong,
071:04,394[A  ]| These massacre the grass along:
071:04,395[A  ]| While one, unknowing, carves the rail,
071:04,396[A  ]| Whose yet unfeathered quills her fail.
071:04,397[A  ]| The edge all bloody from its breast
071:04,398[A  ]| He draws, and does his stroke detest;
071:04,399[A  ]| Fearing the flesh untimely mowed
071:04,400[A  ]| To him a fate as black forebode. <400>
071:04,401[A  ]| But bloody Thestylis, that waits
071:04,402[A  ]| To bring the mowing camp their cates,
071:04,403[A  ]| Greedy as kites has trussed it up,
071:04,404[A  ]| And forthwith means on it to sup:
071:04,405[A  ]| When on another quick she lights,
071:04,406[A  ]| And cries, he called us Israelites;
071:04,407[A  ]| But now, to make his saying true,
071:04,408[A  ]| Rails rain for quails, for manna Dew.
071:04,409[A  ]| Unhappy birds! what does it boot
071:04,410[A  ]| To build below the Grass's root; <410>
071:04,411[A  ]| When lowness is unsafe as height,
071:04,412[A  ]| And chance overtakes what scapeth spite?
071:04,413[A  ]| And now your orphan parents' call
071:04,414[A  ]| Sounds your untimely funeral.
071:04,415[A  ]| Death-trumpets creak in such a note,
071:04,416[A  ]| And it is the sourdine in their throat.
071:04,417[A  ]| Or sooner hatch or higher build:
071:04,418[A  ]| The mower now commands the field;
071:04,419[A  ]| In whose new traverse seemeth wrought
071:04,420[A  ]| A camp of battle newly fought: <420>
071:04,421[A  ]| Where, as the meads with hay, the plain
071:04,422[A  ]| Lies quilted over with bodies slain:
071:04,423[A  ]| The women that with forks it fling,
071:04,424[A  ]| Do represent the pillaging.
071:04,425[A  ]| And now the careless victors play,
071:04,426[A  ]| Dancing the triumphs of the hay;
071:04,427[A  ]| Where every mower's wholesome heat
071:04,428[A  ]| Smells like an Alexander's sweat.
071:04,429[A  ]| Their females fragrant as the mead
071:04,430[A  ]| Which they in fairy circles tread: <430>
071:04,431[A  ]| When at their dance's end they kiss,
071:04,432[A  ]| Their new-made hay not sweeter is.
071:04,433[A  ]| When after this it is piled in cocks,
071:04,434[A  ]| Like a calm sea it shows the rocks:
071:04,435[A  ]| We wondering in the river near
071:04,436[A  ]| How boats among them safely steer.
071:04,437[A  ]| Or, like the desert Memphis sand,
071:04,438[A  ]| Short pyramids of hay do stand.
071:04,439[A  ]| And such the Roman camps do rise
071:04,440[A  ]| In hills for soldiers' obsequies. <440>
071:04,441[A  ]| This scene again withdrawing brings
071:04,442[A  ]| A new and empty face of things;
071:04,443[A  ]| A levelled space, as smooth and plain,
071:04,444[A  ]| As clothes for Lely stretched to stain.
071:04,445[A  ]| The world when first created sure
071:04,446[A  ]| Was such a table rase and pure.
071:04,447[A  ]| Or rather such is the toril
071:04,448[A  ]| Before the bulls enter at Madril.
071:04,449[A  ]| For to this naked equal flat,
071:04,450[A  ]| Which Levellers take pattern at, <450>
071:04,451[A  ]| The villagers in common chase
071:04,452[A  ]| Their cattle, which it closer rase;
071:04,453[A  ]| And what below the scythe increased
071:04,454[A  ]| Is pinched yet nearer by the beast.
071:04,455[A  ]| Such, in the painted world, appeared
071:04,456[A  ]| Davenant with the universal herd.
071:04,457[A  ]| They seem within the polished grass
071:04,458[A  ]| A landscape drawn in looking-glass.
071:04,459[A  ]| And shrunk in the huge pasture show
071:04,460[A  ]| As spots, so shaped, on faces do. <460>
071:04,461[A  ]| Such fleas, before they approach the eye,
071:04,462[A  ]| In multiplying glasses lie.
071:04,463[A  ]| They feed so wide, so slowly move,
071:04,464[A  ]| As constellations do above.
071:04,465[A  ]| Then, to conclude these pleasant acts,
071:04,466[A  ]| Denton sets ope its cataracts;
071:04,467[A  ]| And makes the meadow truly be
071:04,468[A  ]| (What it but seemed before) a sea.
071:04,469[A  ]| For, jealous of its lord's long stay,
071:04,470[A  ]| It tries to invite him thus away. <470>
071:04,471[A  ]| The river in itself is drowned,
071:04,472[A  ]| And isles the astonished cattle round
071:04,473[A  ]| Let others tell the Paradox,
071:04,474[A  ]| How eels now bellow in the ox;
071:04,475[A  ]| How horses at their tails do kick,
071:04,476[A  ]| Turned as they hang to leeches quick;
071:04,477[A  ]| How boats can over bridges sail;
071:04,478[A  ]| And fishes do the stables scale.
071:04,479[A  ]| How salmons trespassing are found;
071:04,480[A  ]| And pikes are taken in the pound. <480>
071:04,481[A  ]| But I, retiring from the flood,
071:04,482[A  ]| Take sanctuary in the wood;
071:04,483[A  ]| And, while it lasts, myself embark
071:04,484[A  ]| In this yet green, yet growing ark;
071:04,485[A  ]| Where the first carpenter might best
071:04,486[A  ]| Fit timber for his keel have pressed.
071:04,487[A  ]| And where all creatures might have shares,
071:04,488[A  ]| Although in armies, not in pairs.
071:04,489[A  ]| The double wood of ancient stocks
071:04,490[A  ]| Linked in so thick, a union locks, <490>
071:04,491[A  ]| It like two pedigrees appears,
071:04,492[A  ]| On one hand Fairfax, the other Vere's:
071:04,493[A  ]| Of whom though many fell in war,
071:04,494[A  ]| Yet more to heaven shooting are:
071:04,495[A  ]| And, as they Nature's cradle decked,
071:04,496[A  ]| Will in green age her hearse expect.
071:04,497[A  ]| When first the eye this forest sees
071:04,498[A  ]| It seems indeed as wood not trees:
071:04,499[A  ]| As if their neighbourhood so old
071:04,500[A  ]| To one great trunk them all did mould. <500>
071:04,501[A  ]| There the huge bulk takes place, as meant
071:04,502[A  ]| To thrust up a fifth element;
071:04,503[A  ]| And stretches still so closely wedged
071:04,504[A  ]| As if the night within were hedged.
071:04,505[A  ]| Dark all without it knits; within
071:04,506[A  ]| It opens passable and thin;
071:04,507[A  ]| And in as loose an order grows,
071:04,508[A  ]| As the Corinthian porticoes.
071:04,509[A  ]| The arching boughs unite between
071:04,510[A  ]| The columns of the temple green; <510>
071:04,511[A  ]| And underneath the winged choirs
071:04,512[A  ]| Echo about their tuned fires.
071:04,513[A  ]| The nightingale does here make choice
071:04,514[A  ]| To sing the trials of her voice.
071:04,515[A  ]| Low shrubs she sits in, and adorns
071:04,516[A  ]| With music high the squatted thorns.
071:04,517[A  ]| But highest oaks stoop down to hear,
071:04,518[A  ]| And listening elders prick the ear.
071:04,519[A  ]| The thorn, lest it should hurt her, draws
071:04,520[A  ]| Within the skin its shrunken claws. <520>
071:04,521[A  ]| But I have for my music found
071:04,522[A  ]| A sadder, yet more pleasing sound:
071:04,523[A  ]| The stockdoves, whose fair necks are graced
071:04,524[A  ]| With nuptial rings their ensigns chaste;
071:04,525[A  ]| Yet always, for some cause unknown,
071:04,526[A  ]| Sad pair unto the elms they moan.
071:04,527[A  ]| O why should such a couple mourn,
071:04,528[A  ]| That in so equal flames do burn!
071:04,529[A  ]| Then as I careless on the bed
071:04,530[A  ]| Of gelid strawberries do tread, <530>
071:04,531[A  ]| And through the hazels thick espy
071:04,532[A  ]| The hatching throstle's shining eye,
071:04,533[A  ]| The heron from the ash's top,
071:04,534[A  ]| The eldest of its young lets drop,
071:04,535[A  ]| As if it stork-like did pretend
071:04,536[A  ]| That tribute to its lord to send.
071:04,537[A  ]| But most the hewel's wonders are,
071:04,538[A  ]| Who here has the holt-felsters care.
071:04,539[A  ]| He walks still upright from the root,
071:04,540[A  ]| Measuring the timber with his foot; <540>
071:04,541[A  ]| And all the way, to keep it clean,
071:04,542[A  ]| Doth from the bark the woodmoths glean.
071:04,543[A  ]| He, with his beak, examines well
071:04,544[A  ]| Which fit to stand and which to fell.
071:04,545[A  ]| The good he numbers up, and hacks;
071:04,546[A  ]| As if he marked them with the axe.
071:04,547[A  ]| But where he, tinkling with his beak,
071:04,548[A  ]| Does find the hollow oak to speak,
071:04,549[A  ]| That for his building he designs,
071:04,550[A  ]| And through the tainted side he mines. <550>
071:04,551[A  ]| Who could have thought the tallest oak
071:04,552[A  ]| Should fall by such a feeble stroke!
071:04,553[A  ]| Nor would it, had the tree not fed
071:04,554[A  ]| A traitor-worm, within it bred.
071:04,555[A  ]| (As first our flesh corrupt within
071:04,556[A  ]| Tempts impotent and bashful sin.
071:04,557[A  ]| And yet that worm triumphs not long,
071:04,558[A  ]| But serves to feed the hewel's young.
071:04,559[A  ]| While the oak seems to fall content,
071:04,560[A  ]| Viewing the treason's punishment. <560>
071:04,561[A  ]| Thus I, easy philosopher,
071:04,562[A  ]| Among the birds and trees confer:
071:04,563[A  ]| And little now to make me, wants
071:04,564[A  ]| Or of the fowls, or of the plants.
071:04,565[A  ]| Give me but wings as they, and I
071:04,566[A  ]| Straight floating on the air shall fly:
071:04,567[A  ]| Or turn me but, and you shall see
071:04,568[A  ]| I was but an inverted tree.
071:04,569[A  ]| Already I begin to call
071:04,570[A  ]| In their most learned original: <570>
071:04,571[A  ]| And where I language want, my signs
071:04,572[A  ]| The bird upon the bough divines;
071:04,573[A  ]| And more attentive there doth fit
071:04,574[A  ]| Than if she were with lime-twigs knit.
071:04,575[A  ]| No leaf does tremble in the wind
071:04,576[A  ]| Which I returning cannot find.
071:04,577[A  ]| Out of these scattered Sibyl's leaves
071:04,578[A  ]| Strange prophecies my fancy weaves:
071:04,579[A  ]| And in one history consumes,
071:04,580[A  ]| Like Mexique paintings, all the plumes. <580>
071:04,581[A  ]| What Rome, Greece, Palestine, ever said
071:04,582[A  ]| I in this light mosaic read.
071:04,583[A  ]| Thrice happy he who, not mistook,
071:04,584[A  ]| Hath read in Nature's mystic book.
071:04,585[A  ]| And see how chance's better wit
071:04,586[A  ]| Could with a mask my studies hit!
071:04,587[A  ]| The oak leaves me embroider all,
071:04,588[A  ]| Between which caterpillars crawl:
071:04,589[A  ]| And ivy, with familiar trails,
071:04,590[A  ]| Me licks, and clasps, and curls, and hales. <590>
071:04,591[A  ]| Under this antic cope I move
071:04,592[A  ]| Like some great prelate of the grove,
071:04,593[A  ]| Then, languishing with ease, I toss
071:04,594[A  ]| On pallets swollen of velvet moss;
071:04,595[A  ]| While the wind, cooling through the boughs,
071:04,596[A  ]| Flatters with air my panting brows.
071:04,597[A  ]| Thanks for my rest ye mossy banks,
071:04,598[A  ]| And unto you cool zephyrs thanks,
071:04,599[A  ]| Who, as my hair, my thoughts too shed,
071:04,600[A  ]| And winnow from the chaff my head. <600>
071:04,601[A  ]| How safe, methinks, and strong, behind
071:04,602[A  ]| These trees have I encamped my mind;
071:04,603[A  ]| Where beauty, aiming at the heart,
071:04,604[A  ]| Bends in some tree its useless dart;
071:04,605[A  ]| And where the world no certain shot
071:04,606[A  ]| Can make, or me it toucheth not.
071:04,607[A  ]| But I on it securely play,
071:04,608[A  ]| And gall its horsemen all the day.
071:04,609[A  ]| Bind me ye woodbines in your twines,
071:04,610[A  ]| Curl me about ye gadding vines, <610>
071:04,611[A  ]| And oh so close your circles lace,
071:04,612[A  ]| That I may never leave this place:
071:04,613[A  ]| But, lest your fetters prove too weak,
071:04,614[A  ]| Before I your silken bondage break,
071:04,615[A  ]| Do you, O brambles, chain me too,
071:04,616[A  ]| And courteous briars nail me through.
071:04,617[A  ]| Here in the morning tie my chain,
071:04,618[A  ]| Where the two woods have made a lane;
071:04,619[A  ]| While, like a guard on either side,
071:04,620[A  ]| The trees before their lord divide; <620>
071:04,621[A  ]| This, like a long and equal thread, 
071:04,622[A  ]| Betwixt two labyrinths does lead.
071:04,623[A  ]| But, where the floods did lately drown,
071:04,624[A  ]| There at the evening stake me down.
071:04,625[A  ]| For now the waves are fallen and dried,
071:04,626[A  ]| And now the meadows fresher died;
071:04,627[A  ]| Whose grass, with moister colour dashed,
071:04,628[A  ]| Seems as green silks but newly washed.
071:04,629[A  ]| No serpent new nor crocodile
071:04,630[A  ]| Remains behind our little Nile; <630>
071:04,631[A  ]| Unless itself you will mistake, 
071:04,632[A  ]| Among these meads the only snake.
071:04,633[A  ]| See in what wanton harmless folds
071:04,634[A  ]| It everywhere the meadow holds;
071:04,635[A  ]| And its yet muddy back doth lick,
071:04,636[A  ]| Till as a crystal mirror slick;
071:04,637[A  ]| Where all things gaze themselves, and doubt
071:04,638[A  ]| If they be in it or without.
071:04,639[A  ]| And for his shade which therein shines,
071:04,640[A  ]| Narcissus like, the sun too pines. <640>
071:04,641[A  ]| Oh what a pleasure it is to hedge
071:04,642[A  ]| My temples here with heavy sedge;
071:04,643[A  ]| Abandoning my lazy side,
071:04,644[A  ]| Stretched as a bank unto the tide;
071:04,645[A  ]| Or to suspend my sliding foot
071:04,646[A  ]| On the osier's undermined root,
071:04,647[A  ]| And in its branches tough to hang,
071:04,648[A  ]| While at my lines the fishes twang!
071:04,649[A  ]| But now away my hooks, my quills,
071:04,650[A  ]| And angels, idle utensils. <650>
071:04,651[A  ]| The young Maria walks tonight:
071:04,652[A  ]| Hide trifling youth thy pleasures slight.
071:04,653[A  ]| It were shame that such judicious eyes
071:04,654[A  ]| Should with such toys a man surprise;
071:04,655[A  ]| She that already is the law
071:04,656[A  ]| Of all her sex, her age's awe.
071:04,657[A  ]| See how loose Nature, in respect
071:04,658[A  ]| To her, itself doth recollect;
071:04,659[A  ]| And everything so whisht and fine,
071:04,660[A  ]| Starts forthwith to its bonne mine. <660>
071:04,661[A  ]| The sun himself, or her aware,
071:04,662[A  ]| Seems to descend with greater care;
071:04,663[A  ]| And lest she see him go to bed,
071:04,664[A  ]| In blushing clouds conceals his head.
071:04,665[A  ]| So when the shadows laid asleep
071:04,666[A  ]| From underneath these banks do creep;
071:04,667[A  ]| And on the river as it flows
071:04,668[A  ]| With eben shuts begin to close;
071:04,669[A  ]| The modest halcyon comes in sight,
071:04,670[A  ]| Flying betwixt the day and night; <670>
071:04,671[A  ]| And such an horror calm and dumb,
071:04,672[A  ]| Admiring Nature does benumb.
071:04,673[A  ]| The viscous air, wheresoever she fly,
071:04,674[A  ]| Follows and sucks her azure dye;
071:04,675[A  ]| The jellying stream compacts below,
071:04,676[A  ]| If it might fix her shadow so;
071:04,677[A  ]| The stupid fishes hang, as plain
071:04,678[A  ]| As flies in crystal overtaken,
071:04,679[A  ]| And men the silent scene assist,
071:04,680[A  ]| Charmed with the sapphire-winged mist. <680>
071:04,681[A  ]| Maria such, and so doth hush
071:04,682[A  ]| The world, and through the evening rush.
071:04,683[A  ]| No new-born comet such a train
071:04,684[A  ]| Draws through the sky, nor star new-slain.
071:04,685[A  ]| For straight those giddy rockets fail,
071:04,686[A  ]| Which from the putrid earth exhale,
071:04,687[A  ]| But by her flames, in heaven tried,
071:04,688[A  ]| Nature is wholly vitrified.
071:04,689[A  ]| It is she that to these gardens gave
071:04,690[A  ]| That wondrous beauty which they have; <690>
071:04,691[A  ]| She straightness on the woods bestows;
071:04,692[A  ]| To her the Meadow sweetness owes;
071:04,693[A  ]| Nothing could make the river be
071:04,694[A  ]| So crystal pure but only she;
071:04,695[A  ]| She yet more pure, sweet, straight, and fair,
071:04,696[A  ]| Than gardens, woods, meads, rivers are.
071:04,697[A  ]| Therefore what first she on them spent,
071:04,698[A  ]| They gratefully again present.
071:04,699[A  ]| The meadow carpets where to tread;
071:04,700[A  ]| The garden flowers to crown her head; <700>
071:04,701[A  ]| And for a glass the limpid brook,
071:04,702[A  ]| Where she may all her beauties look;
071:04,703[A  ]| But, since she would not have them seen,
071:04,704[A  ]| The wood about her draws a screen.
071:04,705[A  ]| For she, to higher beauties raised,
071:04,706[A  ]| Disdains to be for lesser praised.
071:04,707[A  ]| She counts her beauty to converse
071:04,708[A  ]| In all the languages as hers;
071:04,709[A  ]| Nor yet in those herself employs
071:04,710[A  ]| But for the wisdom, not the noise; <710>
071:04,711[A  ]| Nor yet that wisdom would affect,
071:04,712[A  ]| But as it is heaven's dialect.
071:04,713[A  ]| Blest nymph! that couldst so soon prevent
071:04,714[A  ]| Those trains by youth against thee meant;
071:04,715[A  ]| Tears (watery shot that pierce the mind;)
071:04,716[A  ]| And sighs (love's cannon charged with wind;)
071:04,717[A  ]| True praise (that breaks through all defence;)
071:04,718[A  ]| And feigned complying innocence;
071:04,719[A  ]| But knowing where this ambush lay,
071:04,720[A  ]| She escaped the safe, but roughest way. <720>
071:04,721[A  ]| This it is to have been from the first
071:04,722[A  ]| In a domestic heaven nursed,
071:04,723[A  ]| Under the discipline severe
071:04,724[A  ]| Of Fairfax, and the starry Vere;
071:04,725[A  ]| Where not one object can come nigh
071:04,726[A  ]| But pure, and spotless as the eye;
071:04,727[A  ]| And goodness doth itself entail
071:04,728[A  ]| On females, if there want a male.
071:04,729[A  ]| Go now fond sex that on your face
071:04,730[A  ]| Do all your useless study place, <730>
071:04,731[A  ]| Nor once at vice your brows dare knit
071:04,732[A  ]| Lest the smooth forehead wrinkled fit
071:04,733[A  ]| Yet your own face shall at you grin,
071:04,734[A  ]| Through the black-bag of your skin;
071:04,735[A  ]| When knowledge only could have filled
071:04,736[A  ]| And virtue all those furrows tilled.
071:04,737[A  ]| Hence she with graces more divine
071:04,738[A  ]| Supplies beyond her sex the line;
071:04,739[A  ]| And, like a sprig of mistletoe,
071:04,740[A  ]| On the Fairfacian oak does grow; <740>
071:04,741[A  ]| Whence, for some universal good,
071:04,742[A  ]| The priest shall cut the sacred bud;
071:04,743[A  ]| While her glad parents must rejoice,
071:04,744[A  ]| And make their destiny their choice.
071:04,745[A  ]| Meantime ye fields, springs, bushes, flowers,
071:04,746[A  ]| Where yet she leads her studious hours,
071:04,747[A  ]| (Till fate her worthily translates,
071:04,748[A  ]| And find a Fairfax for our Thwaites)
071:04,749[A  ]| Employ the means you have by her,
071:04,750[A  ]| And in your kind yourselves prefer; <750>
071:04,751[A  ]| That, as all virgins she precedes,
071:04,752[A  ]| So you all woods, streams, gardens, meads.
071:04,753[A  ]| For you Thessalian Tempe's seat
071:04,754[A  ]| Shall now be scorned as obsolete;
071:04,755[A  ]| Aranjuez, as less, disdained;
071:04,756[A  ]| The Bel-Retiro as constrained;
071:04,757[A  ]| But name not the Idalian grove,
071:04,758[A  ]| For it was the seat of wanton love;
071:04,759[A  ]| Much less the dead's Elysian Fields,
071:04,760[A  ]| Yet nor to them your beauty yields. <760>
071:04,761[A  ]| It is not, what once it was, the world;
071:04,762[A  ]| But a rude heap together hurled;
071:04,763[A  ]| All negligently overthrown,
071:04,764[A  ]| Gulfs, deserts, precipices, stone.
071:04,765[A  ]| Your lesser world contains the same.
071:04,766[A  ]| But in more decent order tame;
071:04,767[A  ]| You heaven's centre, Nature's lap.
071:04,768[A  ]| And paradise's only map.
071:04,769[A  ]| But now the salmon-fishers moist
071:04,770[A  ]| Their leathern boats begin to hoist; <770>
071:04,771[A  ]| And, like Antipodes in shoes,
071:04,772[A  ]| Have shod their heads in their canoes.
071:04,773[A  ]| How tortoise-like, but not so slow,
071:04,774[A  ]| These rational amphibii go?
071:04,775[A  ]| Let us in: for the dark hemisphere
071:04,776[A  ]| Does now like one of them appear.
071:04,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:04,000['  ]| < Variants have been noted between this modern version >
071:04,000['  ]| < and that of the 1681 folio and the available stanzas>
071:04,000['  ]| < found in MS Eng. poet.d.49. (The stanzas missing from>
071:04,000['  ]| < this manuscript are 4-7 (ll.1-4), 11-14 (ll.1-4), 18-32, >
071:04,000['  ]| <35 (ll.4-8), 38, 53-56 (ll.1-4), 60-66, 77 (ll.4-8)-80, and>
071:04,000['  ]| <84 (ll.4-8)-94). >
071:05,000['  ]| <A Dialogue between the Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure.>
071:05,001@b   | Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
071:05,002@b   | The weight of thine immortal shield.
071:05,003@b   | Close on thy head thy helmet bright.
071:05,004@b   | Balance thy sword against the fight.
071:05,005@b   | See where an army, strong as fair,
071:05,006@b   | With silken banners spreads the air.
071:05,007@b   | Now, if thou beest that thing divine,
071:05,008@b   | In this day's combat let it shine:
071:05,009@b   | And show that Nature wants an art
071:05,010@b   | To conquer one resolved heart. <10>
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,011@c   | Welcome the creation's guest,
071:05,012@c   | Lord of earth, and heaven's heir.
071:05,013@c   | Lay aside that warlike crest,
071:05,014@c   | And of Nature's banquet share:
071:05,015@c   | Where the souls of fruits and flowers
071:05,016@c   | Stand prepared to heighten yours.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,017@b   | I sup above, and cannot stay
071:05,018@b   | To bait so long upon the way.
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,019@c   | On these downy pillows lie,
071:05,020@c   | Whose soft plumes will thither fly: <20>
071:05,021@c   | On these roses strewed so plain
071:05,022@c   | Lest one leaf thy side should strain.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,023@b   | My gentler rest is on a thought,
071:05,024@b   | Conscious of doing what I ought.
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,025@c   | If thou beest with perfumes pleased,
071:05,026@c   | Such as oft the gods appeased,
071:05,027@c   | Thou in fragrant clouds shalt show
071:05,028@c   | Like another god below.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,029@b   | A Soul that knows not to presume
071:05,030@b   | Is heaven's and its own perfume. <30>
071:05,000[A  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,031@c   | Everything does seem to vie
071:05,032@c   | Which should first attract thine eye:
071:05,033@c   | But since none deserves that grace,
071:05,034@c   | In this crystal view thy face.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,035@b   | When the Creator's skill is prized,
071:05,036@b   | The rest is all but earth disguised.
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,037@c   | Hark how music then prepares
071:05,038@c   | For thy stay these charming airs;
071:05,039@c   | Which the posting winds recall,
071:05,040@c   | And suspend the river's fall. <40>
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,041@b   | Had I but any time to lose,
071:05,042@b   | On this I would it all dispose.
071:05,043@b   | Cease, tempter. None can chain a mind
071:05,044@b   | Whom this sweet chordage cannot bind.
071:05,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:05,045@d   | Earth cannot show so brave a sight
071:05,046@d   | As when a single soul does fence
071:05,047@d   | The batteries of alluring sense,
071:05,048@d   | And heaven views it with delight.
071:05,049@d   | Then persevere: for still new charges sound:
071:05,050@d   | And if thou overcomest, thou shalt be crowned. <50>
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,051@c   | All this fair, and soft, and sweet,
071:05,052@c   | Which scatteringly doth shine,
071:05,053@c   | Shall within one beauty meet,
071:05,054@c   | And she be only thine.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,055@b   | If things of sight such heavens be,
071:05,056@b   | What heavens are those we cannot see?
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,057@c   | Wheresoever thy foot shall go
071:05,058@c   | The minted gold shall lie;
071:05,059@c   | Till thou purchase all below,
071:05,060@c   | And want new worlds to buy. <60>
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,061@b   | Were it not a price who would value gold?
071:05,062@b   | And that is worth naught that can be sold.
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,063@c   | Wilt thou all the glory have
071:05,064@c   | That war or peace commend?
071:05,065@c   | Half the world shall be thy slave
071:05,066@c   | The other half thy friend.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,067@b   | What friends, if to myself untrue?
071:05,068@b   | What slaves, unless I captive you?
071:05,000['  ]| <Pleasure.>
071:05,069@c   | Thou shalt know each hidden cause;
071:05,070@c   | And see the future time: <70>
071:05,071@c   | Try what depth the centre draws;
071:05,072@c   | And then to heaven climb.
071:05,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:05,073@b   | None thither mounts by the degree
071:05,074@b   | Of knowledge, but humility.
071:05,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:05,075@d   | Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul;
071:05,076@d   | The world has not one pleasure more:
071:05,077@d   | The rest does lie beyond the Pole,
071:05,078@d   | And is thine everlasting store.
071:05,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:06,000['  ]| <On a Drop of Dew.>
071:06,001[A  ]| See how the orient dew,
071:06,002[A  ]| Shed from the bosom of the morn
071:06,003[A  ]| Into the blowing roses,
071:06,004[A  ]| Yet careless of its mansion new;
071:06,005[A  ]| For the clear region where it was born
071:06,006[A  ]| Round in itself encloses:
071:06,007[A  ]| And in its little globe's extent,
071:06,008[A  ]| Frames as it can its native element.
071:06,009[A  ]| How it the purple flower does slight,
071:06,010[A  ]| Scarce touching where it lies, <10>
071:06,011[A  ]| But gazing back upon the skies,
071:06,012[A  ]| Shines with a mournful light;
071:06,013[A  ]| Like its own tear,
071:06,014[A  ]| Because so long divided from the sphere.
071:06,015[A  ]| Restless it rolls and unsecure,
071:06,016[A  ]| Trembling lest it grow impure:
071:06,017[A  ]| Till the warm sun pity its pain,
071:06,018[A  ]| And to the skies exhale it back again.
071:06,019[A  ]| So the soul, that drop, that ray
071:06,020[A  ]| Of the clear fountain of eternal day, <20>
071:06,021[A  ]| Could it within the human flower be seen,
071:06,022[A  ]| Remembering still its former height,
071:06,023[A  ]| Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green;
071:06,024[A  ]| And, recollecting its own light,
071:06,025[A  ]| Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express
071:06,026[A  ]| The greater heaven in a heaven less.
071:06,027[A  ]| In how coy a figure wound,
071:06,028[A  ]| Every way it turns away:
071:06,029[A  ]| So the world excluding round,
071:06,030[A  ]| Yet receiving in the day. <30>
071:06,031[A  ]| Dark beneath, but bright above:
071:06,032[A  ]| Here disdaining, there in love.
071:06,033[A  ]| How loose and easy hence to go:
071:06,034[A  ]| How girt and ready to ascend.
071:06,035[A  ]| Moving but on a point below,
071:06,036[A  ]| It all about does upwards bend.
071:06,037[A  ]| Such did the manna's sacred dew distil;
071:06,038[A  ]| White, and entire, though congealed and chill.
071:06,039[A  ]| Congealed on earth: but does, dissolving, run
071:06,040[A  ]| Into the glories of the almighty sun. <40>
071:06,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:06,000['  ]| <The Latin version of this poem, entitled Ros, appears in both >
071:06,000['  ]| <the folio and Eng. poet.d.49.> 
071:07,000['  ]| <The Coronet.>
071:07,001[A  ]| When for the thorns with which I long, too long,
071:07,002[A  ]| With many a piercing wound,
071:07,003[A  ]| My saviour's head have crowned,
071:07,004[A  ]| I seek with garlands to redress that wrong:
071:07,005[A  ]| Through every garden, every mead,
071:07,006[A  ]| I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers)
071:07,007[A  ]| Dismantling all the fragrant towers
071:07,008[A  ]| That once adorned my shepherdess's head.
071:07,009[A  ]| And now when I have summed up all my store,
071:07,010[A  ]| Thinking (so I myself deceive) <10>
071:07,011[A  ]| So rich a chaplet thence to weave
071:07,012[A  ]| As never yet the king of glory wore:
071:07,013[A  ]| Alas I find the serpent old
071:07,014[A  ]| That, twining in his speckled breast,
071:07,015[A  ]| About the flowers disguised does fold,
071:07,016[A  ]| With wreaths of fame and interest.
071:07,017[A  ]| Ah, foolish man, that wouldst debase with them,
071:07,018[A  ]| And mortal glory, heaven's diadem!
071:07,019[A  ]| But thou who only couldst the serpent tame,
071:07,020[A  ]| Either his slippery knots at once untie, <20>
071:07,021[A  ]| And disentangle all his winding snare:
071:07,022[A  ]| Or shatter too with him my curious frame:
071:07,023[A  ]| And let these wither, so that he may die,
071:07,024[A  ]| Though set with skill and chosen out with care.
071:07,025[A  ]| That they, while thou on both their spoils dost tread,
071:07,026[A  ]| May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy head.
071:07,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:08,000['  ]| <Eyes and Tears.>
071:08,001[A  ]| How wisely Nature did decree,
071:08,002[A  ]| With the same eyes to weep and see!
071:08,003[A  ]| That, having viewed the object vain,
071:08,004[A  ]| They might be ready to complain.
071:08,005[A  ]| And, since the self-deluding sight,
071:08,006[A  ]| In a false angle takes each height;
071:08,007[A  ]| These tears which better measure all,
071:08,008[A  ]| Like watery lines and plummets fall.
071:08,009[A  ]| Two tears, which Sorrow long did weigh
071:08,010[A  ]| Within the scales of either eye, <10>
071:08,011[A  ]| And then paid out in equal poise,
071:08,012[A  ]| Are the true price of all my joys.
071:08,013[A  ]| What in the world most fair appears,
071:08,014[A  ]| Yea even laughter, turns to tears:
071:08,015[A  ]| And all the jewels which we prize,
071:08,016[A  ]| Melt in these pendants of the eyes.
071:08,017[A  ]| I have through every garden been,
071:08,018[A  ]| Amongst the red, the white, the green;
071:08,019[A  ]| And yet, from all the flowers I saw,
071:08,020[A  ]| No honey, but these tears could draw. <20>
071:08,021[A  ]| So the all-seeing sun each day
071:08,022[A  ]| Distils the world with chemic ray;
071:08,023[A  ]| But finds the essence only showers,
071:08,024[A  ]| Which straight in pity back he pours.
071:08,025[A  ]| Yet happy they whom grief doth bless,
071:08,026[A  ]| That weep the more, and see the less:
071:08,027[A  ]| And, to preserve their sight more true,
071:08,028[A  ]| Bathe still their eyes in their own dew.
071:08,029[A  ]| So Magdalen, in tears more wise
071:08,030[A  ]| Dissolved those captivating eyes, <30>
071:08,031[A  ]| Whose liquid chains could flowing meet
071:08,032[A  ]| To fetter her Redeemer's feet.
071:08,033[A  ]| Not full sails hasting loaden home,
071:08,034[A  ]| Nor the chaste lady's pregnant womb,
071:08,035[A  ]| Nor Cynthia teeming shows so fair,
071:08,036[A  ]| As two eyes swollen with weeping are.
071:08,037[A  ]| The sparkling glance that shoots desire,
071:08,038[A  ]| Drenched in these waves, does lose its fire.
071:08,039[A  ]| Yea oft the thunderer pity takes
071:08,040[A  ]| And here the hissing lightning slakes. <40>
071:08,041[A  ]| The incense was to heaven dear,
071:08,042[A  ]| Not as a perfume, but a tear.
071:08,043[A  ]| And stars show lovely in the night,
071:08,044[A  ]| But as they seem the tears of light.
071:08,045[A  ]| Ope then mine eyes your double sluice,
071:08,046[A  ]| And practise so your noblest use.
071:08,047[A  ]| For others too can see, or sleep;
071:08,048[A  ]| But only human eyes can weep.
071:08,049[A  ]| Now like two clouds dissolving, drop,
071:08,050[A  ]| And at each tear in distance stop: <50>
071:08,051[A  ]| Now like two fountains trickle down:
071:08,052[A  ]| Now like two floods overturn and drown.
071:08,053[A  ]| Thus let your Streams overflow your springs,
071:08,054[A  ]| Till eyes and tears be the same things:
071:08,055[A  ]| And each the other's difference bears;
071:08,056[A  ]| These weeping eyes, those seeing tears.
071:08,057[A  ]| <Magdala, lascivos sic quum dimisit Amantes,>
071:08,058[A  ]| <Fervidaque in castas lumina solvit aquas;>
071:08,059[A  ]| <Ha+esit in irriguo lachrymarum compede Christus,>
071:08,060[A  ]| <Et tenuit sacros uda Catena pedes.> <60>
071:08,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:08,000['  ]| <Lines 29-32 appear in Latin at the end of the poem,>
071:09,000['  ]| <Bermudas.>
071:09,001[A  ]| Where the remote Bermudas ride
071:09,002[A  ]| In the ocean's bosom unespied,
071:09,003[A  ]| From a small boat, that rowed along,
071:09,004[A  ]| The listening winds received this song.
071:09,005[A  ]| What should we do but sing his praise
071:09,006[A  ]| That led us through the watery maze,
071:09,007[A  ]| Unto an isle so long unknown,
071:09,008[A  ]| And yet far kinder than our own?
071:09,009[A  ]| Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks,
071:09,010[A  ]| That lift the deep upon their backs. <10>
071:09,011[A  ]| He lands us on a grassy stage; 
071:09,012[A  ]| Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage.
071:09,013[A  ]| He gave us this eternal spring,
071:09,014[A  ]| Which here enamels everything;
071:09,015[A  ]| And sends the fowls to us in care,
071:09,016[A  ]| On daily visits through the air.
071:09,017[A  ]| He hangs in shades the orange bright,
071:09,018[A  ]| Like golden lamps in a green night.
071:09,019[A  ]| And does in the pomegranates close,
071:09,020[A  ]| Jewels more rich than Ormus shows. <20>
071:09,021[A  ]| He makes the figs our mouths to meet; 
071:09,022[A  ]| And throws the melons at our feet.
071:09,023[A  ]| But apples plants of such a price,
071:09,024[A  ]| No tree could ever bear them twice.
071:09,025[A  ]| With cedars, chosen by his hand,
071:09,026[A  ]| From Lebanon, he stores the land.
071:09,027[A  ]| And makes the hollow seas, that roar,
071:09,028[A  ]| Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
071:09,029[A  ]| He cast (of which we rather boast)
071:09,030[A  ]| The gospel's pearl upon our coast. <30>
071:09,031[A  ]| And in these rocks for us did frame
071:09,032[A  ]| A temple, where to found his name.
071:09,033[A  ]| Oh let our voice his praise exalt,
071:09,034[A  ]| Till it arrive at heaven's vault:
071:09,035[A  ]| Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may
071:09,036[A  ]| Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
071:09,037[A  ]| Thus sung they, in the English boat,
071:09,038[A  ]| A holy and a cheerful note,
071:09,039[A  ]| And all the way, to guide their chime,
071:09,040[A  ]| With falling oars they kept the time. <40>
071:09,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:10,000['  ]| <Clorinda and Damon>
071:10,001[C  ]| <C.> Damon come drive thy flocks this way.
071:10,002[D  ]| <D.> No: it is too late they went astray.
071:10,003[C  ]| <C.> I have a grassy scutcheon spied
071:10,004[C  ]| Where Flora blazons all her pride.
071:10,005[C  ]| The grass I aim to feast thy sheep:
071:10,006[C  ]| The flowers I for thy temples keep.
071:10,007[D  ]| <D.> Grass withers; and the flowers too fade.
071:10,008[C  ]| <C.> Seize the short joys then, before they vade.
071:10,009[C  ]| Seest thou that unfrequented cave?
071:10,010[D  ]| <D.> That den?  
071:10,010[C  ]| <C.> Love's shrine.  
071:10,010[D  ]| <D.> But virtue's grave <10>
071:10,011[C  ]| <C.> In whose cool bosom we may lie
071:10,012[C  ]| Safe from the sun.  
071:10,012[D  ]| <D.> Not heaven's eye.
071:10,013[C  ]| <C.> Near this, a fountain's liquid bell
071:10,014[C  ]| Tinkles within the concave shell.
071:10,015[D  ]| <D.> Might a soul bathe there and be clean,
071:10,016[D  ]| Or slake its drought?  
071:10,016[C  ]| <C.> What is it you mean?
071:10,017[D  ]| <D.> These once had been enticing things,
071:10,018[D  ]| Clorinda, pastures, caves, and springs.
071:10,019[C  ]| <C.> And what late change?  
071:10,019[D  ]| <D.> The other day
071:10,020[D  ]| Pan met me.  
071:10,020[C  ]| <C.> What did great Pan say? <20>
071:10,021[D  ]| <D.> Words that transcend poor shepherd's skill,
071:10,022[D  ]| But he ever since my songs does fill:
071:10,023[D  ]| And his name swells my slender oat.
071:10,024[C  ]| <C.> Sweet must Pan sound in Damon's note.
071:10,025[D  ]| <D.> Clorinda's voice might make it sweet.
071:10,026[C  ]| <C.> Who would not in Pan's praises meet?
071:10,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:10,027[B  ]| Of Pan the flowery pastures sing,
071:10,028[B  ]| Caves echo, and the fountains ring.
071:10,029[B  ]| Sing then while he doth us inspire;
071:10,030[B  ]| For all the world is our Pan's choir.  <30>
071:10,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:11,000['  ]| <A Dialogue between the Soul and Body.>
071:11,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:11,001[S  ]| O who shall, from this dungeon, raise
071:11,002[S  ]| A soul enslaved so many ways?
071:11,003[S  ]| With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
071:11,004[S  ]| In feet; and manacled in hands.
071:11,005[S  ]| Here blinded with an eye; and there
071:11,006[S  ]| Deaf with the drumming of an ear.
071:11,007[S  ]| A soul hung up, as it were, in chains
071:11,008[S  ]| Of nerves, and arteries, and veins.
071:11,009[S  ]| Tortured, besides each other part,
071:11,010[S  ]| In a vain head, and double heart.  <10>
071:11,000['  ]| <Body.>
071:11,011[B  ]| O who shall me deliver whole,
071:11,012[B  ]| From bonds of this tyrannic soul?
071:11,013[B  ]| Which, stretched upright, impales me so,
071:11,014[B  ]| That mine own precipice I go;
071:11,015[B  ]| And warms and moves this needless frame:
071:11,016[B  ]| (A fever could but do the same.)
071:11,017[B  ]| And, wanting where its spite to try,
071:11,018[B  ]| Has made me live to let me die.
071:11,019[B  ]| A body that could never rest,
071:11,020[B  ]| Since this ill spirit it possessed.  <20>
071:11,000['  ]| <Soul.>
071:11,021[S  ]| What magic could me thus confine
071:11,022[S  ]| Within another's grief to pine?
071:11,023[S  ]| Where whatsoever it complain,
071:11,024[S  ]| I feel, that cannot feel, the pain.
071:11,025[S  ]| And all my care itself employs,
071:11,026[S  ]| That to preserve, which me destroys:
071:11,027[S  ]| Constrained not only to endure
071:11,028[S  ]| Diseases, but, what is worse, the cure:
071:11,029[S  ]| And ready oft the port to gain,
071:11,030[S  ]| Am shipwrecked into health again.  <30>
071:11,000['  ]| <Body.>
071:11,031[B  ]| But physic yet could never reach
071:11,032[B  ]| The maladies thou me dost teach;
071:11,033[B  ]| Whom first the cramp of hope does tear:
071:11,034[B  ]| And then the palsy shakes of fear.
071:11,035[B  ]| The pestilence of love does heat:
071:11,036[B  ]| Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat.
071:11,037[B  ]| Joy's cheerful madness does perplex:
071:11,038[B  ]| Or sorrow's other madness vex.
071:11,039[B  ]| Which knowledge forces me to know;
071:11,040[B  ]| And memory will not forgo.  <40>
071:11,041[B  ]| What but a soul could have the wit
071:11,042[B  ]| To build me up for sin so fit?
071:11,043[B  ]| So architects do square and hew,
071:11,044[B  ]| Green trees that in the forest grew.
071:11,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:11,000['  ]| <The last 4 lines of the text in Eng. poet.d.49 have been>
071:11,000['  ]| < scored through by the unidentified editor and a notation "Desunt multa">
071:11,000['  ]| < has been added to indicate his view that the poem is incomplete. >
071:11,000['  ]| < Certainly, the irregular line scheme of the poem suggests that this is>
071:11,000['  ]| < the case.) >
071:12,000['  ]| <The Nymph complaining for the death of her Fawn.>
071:12,001[B  ]| The wanton troopers riding by
071:12,002[B  ]| Have shot my fawn and it will die.
071:12,003[B  ]| Ungentle men!  They cannot thrive
071:12,004[B  ]| To kill thee.  Thou never didst alive
071:12,005[B  ]| Them any harm: alas nor could
071:12,006[B  ]| Thy death yet do them any good.
071:12,007[B  ]| I am sure I never wished them ill;
071:12,008[B  ]| Nor do I for all this; nor will:
071:12,009[B  ]| But, if my simple prayers may yet
071:12,010[B  ]| Prevail with heaven to forget <10>
071:12,011[B  ]| Thy murder, I will join my tears
071:12,012[B  ]| Rather than fail.  But, O my fears!
071:12,013[B  ]| It cannot die so.  Heaven's King
071:12,014[B  ]| Keeps register of everything:
071:12,015[B  ]| And nothing may we use in vain.
071:12,016[B  ]| Even beasts must be with justice slain;
071:12,017[B  ]| Else men are made their deodands.
071:12,018[B  ]| Though they should wash their guilty hands
071:12,019[B  ]| In this warm life blood, which doth part
071:12,020[B  ]| From thine, and wound me to the heart, <20>
071:12,021[B  ]| Yet could they not be clean: their stain
071:12,022[B  ]| Is dyed in such a purple grain.
071:12,023[B  ]| There is not such another in
071:12,024[B  ]| The world, to offer for their sin.
071:12,025[B  ]| Unconstant Sylvio, when yet
071:12,026[B  ]| I had not found him counterfeit,
071:12,027[B  ]| One morning (I remember well)
071:12,028[B  ]| Tied in this silver chain and bell,
071:12,029[B  ]| Gave it to me: nay and I know
071:12,030[B  ]| What he said then; I am sure I do.  <30>
071:12,031[B  ]| Said he, look how your huntsman here
071:12,032[B  ]| Hath taught a fawn to hunt his dear.
071:12,033[B  ]| But Sylvio soon had me beguiled.
071:12,034[B  ]| This waxed tame; while he grew wild,
071:12,035[B  ]| And quite regardless of my smart,
071:12,036[B  ]| Left me his fawn, but took his heart.
071:12,037[B  ]| Thenceforth I set myself to play
071:12,038[B  ]| My solitary time away,
071:12,039[B  ]| With this: and very well content,
071:12,040[B  ]| Could so mine idle life have spent.  <40>
071:12,041[B  ]| For it was full of sport; and light
071:12,042[B  ]| Of foot, and heart; and did invite,
071:12,043[B  ]| Me to its game: it seemed to bless
071:12,044[B  ]| Itself in me.  How could I less
071:12,045[B  ]| Than love it?  O I cannot be
071:12,046[B  ]| Unkind, to a beast that loveth me.
071:12,047[B  ]| Had it lived long, I do not know
071:12,048[B  ]| Whether it too might have done so
071:12,049[B  ]| As Sylvio did: his gifts might be
071:12,050[B  ]| Perhaps as false or more than he.  <50>
071:12,051[B  ]| But I am sure, for ought that I
071:12,052[B  ]| Could in so short a time espy,
071:12,053[B  ]| Thy love was far more better than
071:12,054[B  ]| The love of false and cruel men.
071:12,055[B  ]| With sweetest milk, and sugar, first
071:12,056[B  ]| I it at mine own fingers nursed.
071:12,057[B  ]| And as it grew, so every day
071:12,058[B  ]| It waxed more white and sweet than they.
071:12,059[B  ]| It had so sweet a breath!  And oft
071:12,060[B  ]| I blushed to see its foot more soft,  <60>
071:12,061[B  ]| And white, (shall I say than my hand?)
071:12,062[B  ]| Nay any lady's of the land.
071:12,063[B  ]| It is a wondrous thing, how fleet
071:12,064[B  ]| It was on those little silver feet.
071:12,065[B  ]| With what a pretty skipping grace,
071:12,066[B  ]| It oft would challenge me the race:
071:12,067[B  ]| And when it had left me far away,
071:12,068[B  ]| It would stay, and run again, and stay.
071:12,069[B  ]| For it was nimbler much than hinds;
071:12,070[B  ]| And trod, as on the four winds.  <70>
071:12,071[B  ]| I have a garden of my own,
071:12,072[B  ]| But so with roses overgrown,
071:12,073[B  ]| And lilies, that you would it guess
071:12,074[B  ]| To be a little wilderness.
071:12,075[B  ]| And all the springtime of the year
071:12,076[B  ]| It only loved to be there.
071:12,077[B  ]| Among the beds of lilies, I
071:12,078[B  ]| Have sought it oft, where it should lie;
071:12,079[B  ]| Yet could not, till itself would rise,
071:12,080[B  ]| Find it, although before mine eyes.  <80>
071:12,081[B  ]| For, in the flaxen lilies' shade.
071:12,082[B  ]| It like a bank of lilies laid.
071:12,083[B  ]| Upon the roses it would feed,
071:12,084[B  ]| Until its lips even seemed to bleed:
071:12,085[B  ]| And then to me it would boldly trip,
071:12,086[B  ]| And print those roses on my lip.
071:12,087[B  ]| But all its chief delight was still
071:12,088[B  ]| On roses thus itself to fill:
071:12,089[B  ]| And its pure virgin limbs to fold
071:12,090[B  ]| In whitest sheets of lilies cold. <90>
071:12,091[B  ]| Had it lived long, it would have been  
071:12,092[B  ]| Lilies without, roses within.
071:12,093[B  ]| O help!  O help!  I see it faint:
071:12,094[B  ]| And die as calmly as a saint.
071:12,095[B  ]| See how it weeps.  The tears do come
071:12,096[B  ]| Sad, slowly dropping like a gum.
071:12,097[B  ]| So weeps the wounded balsam: so
071:12,098[B  ]| The holy frankincense doth flow.
071:12,099[B  ]| The brotherless Heliades
071:12,100[B  ]| Melt in such amber tears as these.  <100>
071:12,101[B  ]| I in a golden vial will 
071:12,102[B  ]| Keep these two crystal tears; and fill
071:12,103[B  ]| It till it do overflow with mine;
071:12,104[B  ]| Then place it in Diana's shrine.
071:12,105[B  ]| Now my sweet fawn is vanished to
071:12,106[B  ]| Whither the swans and turtles go
071:12,107[B  ]| In fair Elisium to endure,
071:12,108[B  ]| With milk-white lambs, and ermines pure.
071:12,109[B  ]| O do not run too fast: for I
071:12,110[B  ]| Will but bespeak thy grave, and die.  <110>
071:12,111[B  ]| First my unhappy statue shall 
071:12,112[B  ]| Be cut in marble; and withal,
071:12,113[B  ]| Let it be weeping too: but there
071:12,114[B  ]| The engraver sure his art may spare;
071:12,115[B  ]| For I so truly thee bemoan,
071:12,116[B  ]| That I shall weep though I be stone:
071:12,117[B  ]| Until my tears, still dropping, wear
071:12,118[B  ]| My breast, themselves engraving there.
071:12,119[B  ]| There at my feet shalt thou be laid,
071:12,120[B  ]| Of purest alabaster made: <120>
071:12,121[B  ]| For I would have thine image be  
071:12,122[B  ]| White as I can, though not as thee.
071:12,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:13,000['  ]| <Young Love.>
071:13,001[A  ]| Come little infant, love me now,
071:13,002[A  ]| While thine unsuspected years
071:13,003[A  ]| Clear thine aged father's brow
071:13,004[A  ]| From cold jealousy and fears.
071:13,005[A  ]| Pretty surely it were to see
071:13,006[A  ]| By young love old time beguiled:
071:13,007[A  ]| While our sportings are as free
071:13,008[A  ]| As the nurse's with the child.
071:13,009[A  ]| Common beauties stay fifteen;
071:13,010[A  ]| Such as yours should swifter move;  <10>
071:13,011[A  ]| Whose fair blossoms are too green
071:13,012[A  ]| Yet for lust, but not for love.
071:13,013[A  ]| Love as much the snowy lamb
071:13,014[A  ]| Or the wanton kid does prize,
071:13,015[A  ]| As the lusty bull or ram,
071:13,016[A  ]| For his morning sacrifice.
071:13,017[A  ]| Now then love me: time may take
071:13,018[A  ]| Thee before thy time away:
071:13,019[A  ]| Of this need we will virtue make,
071:13,020[A  ]| And learn love before we may.  <20>
071:13,021[A  ]| So we win of doubtful fate;
071:13,022[A  ]| And, if good she to us meant,
071:13,023[A  ]| We that good shall antedate,
071:13,024[A  ]| Or, if ill, that ill prevent.
071:13,025[A  ]| Thus as kingdoms, frustrating
071:13,026[A  ]| Other titles to their crown,
071:13,027[A  ]| In the cradle crown their king,
071:13,028[A  ]| So all foreign claims to drown.
071:13,029[A  ]| So, to make all rivals vain,
071:13,030[A  ]| Now I crown thee with my love:  <30>
071:13,031[A  ]| Crown me with thy love again;
071:13,032[A  ]| And we both shall monarchs prove.
071:13,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:14,000['  ]| <To his Coy Mistress.>
071:14,001[A  ]| Had we but world enough, and time,
071:14,002[A  ]| This coyness lady were no crime.
071:14,003[A  ]| We would sit down, and think which way
071:14,004[A  ]| To walk, and pass our long love's day.
071:14,005[A  ]| Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
071:14,006[A  ]| Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
071:14,007[A  ]| Of Humber would complain.  I would
071:14,008[A  ]| Love you ten years before the flood:
071:14,009[A  ]| And you should if you please refuse
071:14,010[A  ]| Till the conversion of the Jews.  <10>
071:14,011[A  ]| My vegetable love should grow
071:14,012[A  ]| Vaster than empires, and more slow.
071:14,013[A  ]| A hundred years should go to praise
071:14,014[A  ]| Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze.
071:14,015[A  ]| Two hundred to adore each breast.
071:14,016[A  ]| But thirty thousand to the rest.
071:14,017[A  ]| An age at least to every part,
071:14,018[A  ]| And the last age should show your heart.
071:14,019[A  ]| For lady you deserve this state;
071:14,020[A  ]| Nor would I love at lower rate.  <20>
071:14,021[A  ]| But at my back I always hear
071:14,022[A  ]| Time's winged chariot hurrying near:
071:14,023[A  ]| And yonder all before us lie
071:14,024[A  ]| Deserts of vast eternity.
071:14,025[A  ]| Thy beauty shall no more be found;
071:14,026[A  ]| Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
071:14,027[A  ]| My echoing song: then worms shall try
071:14,028[A  ]| That long preserved virginity:
071:14,029[A  ]| And your quaint honour turn to dust;
071:14,030[A  ]| And into ashes all my lust. <30>
071:14,031[A  ]| The grave is a fine and private place,
071:14,032[A  ]| But none I think do there embrace.
071:14,033[A  ]| Now therefore, while the youthful hue
071:14,034[A  ]| Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
071:14,035[A  ]| And while thy willing soul transpires
071:14,036[A  ]| At every pore with instant fires,
071:14,037[A  ]| Now let us sport us while we may;
071:14,038[A  ]| And now, like amorous birds of prey,
071:14,039[A  ]| Rather at once our time devour,
071:14,040[A  ]| Than languish in his slow-chapped power. <40>
071:14,041[A  ]| Let us roll all our strength, and all
071:14,042[A  ]| Our sweetness, up into one ball.
071:14,043[A  ]| And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
071:14,044[A  ]| Through the iron gates of life.
071:14,045[A  ]| Thus, though we cannot make our sun
071:14,046[A  ]| Stand still, yet we will make him run.
071:14,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:15,000['  ]| <The unfortunate Lover.>
071:15,001[A  ]| Alas, how pleasant are their days
071:15,002[A  ]| With whom the infant Love yet plays!
071:15,003[A  ]| Sorted by pairs, they still are seen
071:15,004[A  ]| By fountains cool, and shadows green.
071:15,005[A  ]| But soon these flames do lose their light,
071:15,006[A  ]| Like meteors of a summer's night:
071:15,007[A  ]| Nor can they to that region climb,
071:15,008[A  ]| To make impression upon time.
071:15,009[A  ]| It was in a shipwreck, when the seas
071:15,010[A  ]| Ruled, and the winds did what they please, <10>
071:15,011[A  ]| That my poor Lover floating lay,
071:15,012[A  ]| And, before brought forth, was cast away:
071:15,013[A  ]| Till at the last the master-wave
071:15,014[A  ]| Upon the rock his mother drave;
071:15,015[A  ]| And there she split against the stone,
071:15,016[A  ]| In a Caesarean section.
071:15,017[A  ]| The sea him lent these bitter tears
071:15,018[A  ]| Which at his eyes he always bears.
071:15,019[A  ]| And from the winds the sighs he bore,
071:15,020[A  ]| Which through his surging breast do roar. <20>
071:15,021[A  ]| No day he saw but that which breaks,
071:15,022[A  ]| Through frighted clouds in forked streaks.
071:15,023[A  ]| While round the rattling thunder hurled,
071:15,024[A  ]| As at the funeral of the world.
071:15,025[A  ]| While Nature to his birth presents
071:15,026[A  ]| This masque of quarrelling elements;
071:15,027[A  ]| A numerous fleet of cormorants black,
071:15,028[A  ]| That sailed insulting over the wrack,
071:15,029[A  ]| Received into their cruel care,
071:15,030[A  ]| The unfortunate and abject heir:  <30>
071:15,031[A  ]| Guardians most fit to entertain
071:15,032[A  ]| The orphan of the hurricane.
071:15,033[A  ]| They fed him up with hopes and air,
071:15,034[A  ]| Which soon digested to despair.
071:15,035[A  ]| And as one cormorant fed him, still
071:15,036[A  ]| Another on his heart did bill.
071:15,037[A  ]| Thus while they famish him, and feast,
071:15,038[A  ]| He both consumed, and increased:
071:15,039[A  ]| And languished with doubtful breath,
071:15,040[A  ]| The amphibium of life and death.  <40>
071:15,041[A  ]| And now, when angry heaven would
071:15,042[A  ]| Behold a spectacle of blood,
071:15,043[A  ]| Fortune and he are called to play
071:15,044[A  ]| At sharp before it all the day:
071:15,045[A  ]| And tyrant Love his breast does ply
071:15,046[A  ]| With all his winged artillery.
071:15,047[A  ]| Whilst he, betwixt the flames and waves,
071:15,048[A  ]| Like Ajax, the mad tempest braves.
071:15,049[A  ]| See how he naked and fierce does stand,
071:15,050[A  ]| Cuffing the thunder with one hand;  <50>
071:15,051[A  ]| While with the other he does lock,
071:15,052[A  ]| And grapple, with the stubborn rock:
071:15,053[A  ]| From which he with each wave rebounds,
071:15,054[A  ]| Torn into flames, and ragged with wounds.
071:15,055[A  ]| And all he says, a lover dressed
071:15,056[A  ]| In his own blood does relish best.
071:15,057[A  ]| This is the only banneret
071:15,058[A  ]| That ever Love created yet:
071:15,059[A  ]| Who though, by the malignant stars,
071:15,060[A  ]| Forced to live in storms and wars;  <60>
071:15,061[A  ]| Yet dying leaves a perfume here,
071:15,062[A  ]| And music within every ear:
071:15,063[A  ]| And he in story only rules,
071:15,064[A  ]| In a field sable a lover gules.
071:15,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:16,000['  ]| <The Gallery.>
071:16,001[A  ]| Clora come view my soul, and tell
071:16,002[A  ]| Whether I have contrived it well.
071:16,003[A  ]| Now all its several lodgings lie
071:16,004[A  ]| Composed into one gallery;
071:16,005[A  ]| And the great arras-hangings, made
071:16,006[A  ]| Of various faces, by are laid;
071:16,007[A  ]| That, for all furniture, you will find
071:16,008[A  ]| Only your picture in my mind.
071:16,009[A  ]| Here thou art painted in the dress
071:16,010[A  ]| Of an inhuman murderess; <10>
071:16,011[A  ]| Examining upon our hearts
071:16,012[A  ]| Thy fertile shop of cruel arts:
071:16,013[A  ]| Engines more keen than ever yet
071:16,014[A  ]| Adorned tyrant's cabinet;
071:16,015[A  ]| Of which the most tormenting are
071:16,016[A  ]| Black eyes, red lips, and curled hair.
071:16,017[A  ]| But, on the other side, the art drawn
071:16,018[A  ]| Like to Aurora in the dawn;
071:16,019[A  ]| When in the East she slumbering lies,
071:16,020[A  ]| And stretches out her milky thighs;  <20>
071:16,021[A  ]| While all the morning choir does sing,
071:16,022[A  ]| And Manna falls, and roses spring;
071:16,023[A  ]| And, at thy feet, the wooing doves
071:16,024[A  ]| Sit perfecting their harmless loves.
071:16,025[A  ]| Like an enchantress here thou showest,
071:16,026[A  ]| Vexing thy restless lover's ghost;
071:16,027[A  ]| And, by a light obscure, dost rave
071:16,028[A  ]| Over his entrails, in the cave;
071:16,029[A  ]| Divining thence, with horrid care,
071:16,030[A  ]| How long thou shalt continue fair;  <30>
071:16,031[A  ]| And (when informed) them throwest away,
071:16,032[A  ]| To be the greedy vulture's prey.
071:16,033[A  ]| But, against that, sittest afloat
071:16,034[A  ]| Like Venus in her pearly boat.
071:16,035[A  ]| The halcyons, calming all that is nigh,
071:16,036[A  ]| Betwixt the air and water fly.
071:16,037[A  ]| Or, if some rolling wave appears,
071:16,038[A  ]| A mass of ambergris it bears.
071:16,039[A  ]| Nor blows more wind than what may well
071:16,040[A  ]| Convoy the perfume to the smell.  <40>
071:16,041[A  ]| These pictures and a thousand more,
071:16,042[A  ]| Of thee, my gallery dost store;
071:16,043[A  ]| In all the forms thou canst invent
071:16,044[A  ]| Either to please me, or torment:
071:16,045[A  ]| For thou alone to people me,
071:16,046[A  ]| Art grown a numerous colony;
071:16,047[A  ]| And a collection choicer far
071:16,048[A  ]| Than or Whitehall's, or Mantua's were.
071:16,049[A  ]| But, of these pictures and the rest,
071:16,050[A  ]| That at the entrance likes me best:  <50>
071:16,051[A  ]| Where the same posture, and the look
071:16,052[A  ]| Remains, with which I first was took.
071:16,053[A  ]| A tender shepherdess, whose hair
071:16,054[A  ]| Hangs loosely playing in the air,
071:16,055[A  ]| Transplanting flowers from the green hill,
071:16,056[A  ]| To crown her head, and bosom fill.
071:16,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:17,000['  ]| <The Fair Singer.>
071:17,001[A  ]| To make a final conquest of all me,
071:17,002[A  ]| Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
071:17,003[A  ]| In whom both beauties to my death agree,
071:17,004[A  ]| Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
071:17,005[A  ]| That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
071:17,006[A  ]| She with her voice might captivate my mind.
071:17,007[A  ]| I could have fled from one but singly fair:
071:17,008[A  ]| My disentangled soul itself might save,
071:17,009[A  ]| Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
071:17,010[A  ]| But how should I avoid to be her slave, <10>
071:17,011[A  ]| Whose subtle art invisibly can wreathe
071:17,012[A  ]| My fetters of the very air I breathe?
071:17,013[A  ]| It had been easy fighting in some plain,
071:17,014[A  ]| Where victory might hang in equal choice.
071:17,015[A  ]| But all resistance against her is vain,
071:17,016[A  ]| Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice.
071:17,017[A  ]| And all my forces needs must be undone,
071:17,018[A  ]| She having gained both the wind and sun.
071:17,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:18,000['  ]| <Mourning.>
071:18,001[A  ]| You, that decipher out the fate
071:18,002[A  ]| Of human offsprings from the skies,
071:18,003[A  ]| What mean these infants which of late
071:18,004[A  ]| Spring from the Stars of Clora's eyes?
071:18,005[A  ]| Her eyes confused, and doubled over,
071:18,006[A  ]| With tears suspended before they flow;
071:18,007[A  ]| Seem bending upwards, to restore
071:18,008[A  ]| To heaven, whence it came, their woe.
071:18,009[A  ]| When, moulding of the watery spheres,
071:18,010[A  ]| Slow drops untie themselves away;  <10>
071:18,011[A  ]| As if she, with those precious tears,
071:18,012[A  ]| Would strow the ground where Strephon lay.
071:18,013[A  ]| Yet some affirm, pretending art,
071:18,014[A  ]| Her eyes have so her bosom drowned,
071:18,015[A  ]| Only to soften near her heart
071:18,016[A  ]| A place to fix another wound.
071:18,017[A  ]| And, while vain pomp does her restrain
071:18,018[A  ]| Within her solitary bower,
071:18,019[A  ]| She courts herself in amorous rain;
071:18,020[A  ]| Herself both Danae and the shower.  <20>
071:18,021[A  ]| Nay others, bolder, hence esteem
071:18,022[A  ]| Joy now so much her master grown,
071:18,023[A  ]| That whatsoever does but seem
071:18,024[A  ]| Like grief, is from her windows thrown.
071:18,025[A  ]| Nor that she pays, while she survives,
071:18,026[A  ]| To her dead love this tribute due;
071:18,027[A  ]| But casts abroad these donatives,
071:18,028[A  ]| At the installing of a new.
071:18,029[A  ]| How wide they dream!  The Indian slaves
071:18,030[A  ]| That sink for pearl through seas profound, <30>
071:18,031[A  ]| Would find her tears yet deeper waves
071:18,032[A  ]| And not of one the bottom sound.
071:18,033[A  ]| I yet my silent judgement keep,
071:18,034[A  ]| Disputing not what they believe:
071:18,035[A  ]| But sure as oft as women weep,
071:18,036[A  ]| It is to be supposed they grieve.
071:18,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:19,000['  ]| <Daphnis and Chloe.>
071:19,001[A  ]| Daphnis must from Chloe part:
071:19,002[A  ]| Now is come the dismal hour
071:19,003[A  ]| That must all his hopes devour,
071:19,004[A  ]| All his labour, all his art.
071:19,005[A  ]| Nature, her own sex's foe,
071:19,006[A  ]| Long had taught her to be coy:
071:19,007[A  ]| But she neither knew to enjoy,
071:19,008[A  ]| Nor yet let her lover go.
071:19,009[A  ]| But, with this sad news surprised,
071:19,010[A  ]| Soon she let that niceness fall; <10>
071:19,011[A  ]| And would gladly yield to all,
071:19,012[A  ]| So it had his stay comprised.
071:19,013[A  ]| Nature so herself does use
071:19,014[A  ]| To lay by her wonted state,
071:19,015[A  ]| Lest the world should separate;
071:19,016[A  ]| Sudden parting closer glues.
071:19,017[A  ]| He, well-read in all the ways
071:19,018[A  ]| By which men their siege maintain,
071:19,019[A  ]| Knew not that the fort to gain
071:19,020[A  ]| Better it was the siege to raise. <20>
071:19,021[A  ]| But he came so full possessed
071:19,022[A  ]| With the grief of parting thence,
071:19,023[A  ]| That he had not so much sense
071:19,024[A  ]| As to see he might be blessed.
071:19,025[A  ]| Till love in her language breathed
071:19,026[A  ]| Words she never spake before;
071:19,027[A  ]| But then legacies no more
071:19,028[A  ]| To a dying man bequeathed.
071:19,029[A  ]| For, alas, the time was spent,
071:19,030[A  ]| Now the latest minute is run <30>
071:19,031[A  ]| When poor Daphnis is undone,
071:19,032[A  ]| Between joy and sorrow rent.
071:19,033[A  ]| At that Why, that Stay my dear,
071:19,034[A  ]| His disordered locks he tare;
071:19,035[A  ]| And with rolling eyes did glare,
071:19,036[A  ]| And his cruel fate forswear.
071:19,037[A  ]| As the soul of one scarce dead,
071:19,038[A  ]| With the shrieks of friends aghast,
071:19,039[A  ]| Looks distracted back in haste,
071:19,040[A  ]| And then straight again is fled.  <40>
071:19,041[A  ]| So did wretched Daphnis look,
071:19,042[A  ]| Frighting her he loved most.
071:19,043[A  ]| At the last, this lover's ghost
071:19,044[A  ]| Thus his leave resolved took.
071:19,045@b   | Are my hell and heaven joined
071:19,046@b   | More to torture him that dies?
071:19,047@b   | Could departure not suffice,
071:19,048@b   | But that you must then grow kind?
071:19,049@b   | Ah my Chloe how have I
071:19,050@b   | Such a wretched minute found,  <50>
071:19,051@b   | When thy favours should me wound
071:19,052@b   | More than all thy cruelty?
071:19,053@b   | So to the condemned wight
071:19,054@b   | The delicious cup we fill;
071:19,055@b   | And allow him all he will,
071:19,056@b   | For his last and short delight.
071:19,057@b   | But I will not now begin
071:19,058@b   | Such a debt unto my foe;
071:19,059@b   | Nor to my departure owe
071:19,060@b   | What my presence could not win.  <60>
071:19,061@b   | Absence is too much alone:
071:19,062@b   | Better it is to go in peace,
071:19,063@b   | Than my losses to increase
071:19,064@b   | By a late fruition.
071:19,065@b   | Why should I enrich my fate?
071:19,066@b   | It is a vanity to wear,
071:19,067@b   | For my executioner,
071:19,068@b   | Jewels of so high a rate.
071:19,069@b   | Rather I away will pine
071:19,070@b   | In a manly stubborness <70>
071:19,071@b   | Than be fatted up express
071:19,072@b   | For the cannibal to dine.
071:19,073@b   | Whilst this grief does thee disarm,
071:19,074@b   | All the  enjoyment of our love
071:19,075@b   | But the ravishment would prove
071:19,076@b   | Of a body dead while warm.
071:19,077@b   | And I parting should appear
071:19,078@b   | Like the gourmand Hebrew dead,
071:19,079@b   | While with quails and manna fed,
071:19,080@b   | And does through the desert err.  <80>
071:19,081@b   | Or the witch that midnight wakes
071:19,082@b   | For the fern, whose magic weed
071:19,083@b   | In one minute casts the seed,
071:19,084@b   | And invisible him makes.
071:19,085@b   | Gentler times for love are meant:
071:19,086@b   | Who for parting pleasure strain
071:19,087@b   | Gather roses in the rain,
071:19,088@b   | Wet themselves and spoil their scent.
071:19,089@b   | Farewell therefore all the fruit
071:19,090@b   | Which I could from love receive:  <90>
071:19,091@b   | Joy will not with sorrow weave,
071:19,092@b   | Nor will I this grief pollute.
071:19,093@b   | Fate I come, as dark, as sad,
071:19,094@b   | As thy malice could desire;
071:19,095@b   | Yet bring with me all the fire
071:19,096@b   | That love in his torches had.
071:19,097[A  ]| At these words away he broke;
071:19,098[A  ]| As who long has praying lien,
071:19,099[A  ]| To his headsman makes the sign,
071:19,100[A  ]| And receives the parting stroke.  <100>
071:19,101[A  ]| But hence virgins all beware.
071:19,102[A  ]| Last night he with Phlogis slept;
071:19,103[A  ]| This night for Dorinda kept;
071:19,104[A  ]| And but rid to take the air.
071:19,105[A  ]| Yet he does himself excuse;
071:19,106[A  ]| Nor indeed without a cause.
071:19,107[A  ]| For, according to the laws,
071:19,108[A  ]| Why did Chloe once refuse?
071:19,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:20,000['  ]| <The Definition of Love.>
071:20,001[A  ]| My love is of a birth as rare
071:20,002[A  ]| As it is for object strange and high:
071:20,003[A  ]| It was begotten by despair
071:20,004[A  ]| Upon impossibility.
071:20,005[A  ]| Magnanimous despair alone
071:20,006[A  ]| Could show me so divine a thing,
071:20,007[A  ]| Where feeble hope could never have flown
071:20,008[A  ]| But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
071:20,009[A  ]| And yet I quickly might arrive
071:20,010[A  ]| Where my extended soul is fixed,  <10>
071:20,011[A  ]| But fate does iron wedges drive,
071:20,012[A  ]| And always crowds itself betwixt.
071:20,013[A  ]| For fate with jealous eye does see
071:20,014[A  ]| Two perfect loves; nor lets them close:
071:20,015[A  ]| Their union would her ruin be,
071:20,016[A  ]| And her tyrannic power depose.
071:20,017[A  ]| And therefore her decrees of steel
071:20,018[A  ]| Us as the distant poles have placed,
071:20,019[A  ]| (Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
071:20,020[A  ]| Not by themselves to be embraced.  <20>
071:20,021[A  ]| Unless the giddy heaven fall,
071:20,022[A  ]| And earth some new convulsion tear;
071:20,023[A  ]| And, us to join, the world should all
071:20,024[A  ]| Be cramped into a planisphere.
071:20,025[A  ]| As lines so loves oblique may well
071:20,026[A  ]| Themselves in every angle greet:
071:20,027[A  ]| But ours so truly parallel,
071:20,028[A  ]| Though infinite can never meet.
071:20,029[A  ]| Therefore the love which us doth bind,
071:20,030[A  ]| But fate so enviously debars, <30>
071:20,031[A  ]| Is the conjunction of the mind,
071:20,032[A  ]| And opposition of the stars.
071:20,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:21,000['  ]| <The Picture of little T.C. in a Prospect of Flowers.>
071:21,001[A  ]| See with what simplicity
071:21,002[A  ]| This nymph begins her golden days!
071:21,003[A  ]| In the green grass she loves to lie,
071:21,004[A  ]| And there with her fair aspect tames
071:21,005[A  ]| The wilder flowers, and gives them names:
071:21,006[A  ]| But only with the roses plays;
071:21,007[A  ]| And them does tell
071:21,008[A  ]| What colour best becomes them, and what smell.
071:21,009[A  ]| Who can foretell for what high cause
071:21,010[A  ]| This darling of the gods was born!  <10>
071:21,011[A  ]| Yet this is she whose chaster laws
071:21,012[A  ]| The wanton love shall one day fear,
071:21,013[A  ]| And, under her command severe,
071:21,014[A  ]| See his bow broke and ensigns torn.
071:21,015[A  ]| Happy, who can
071:21,016[A  ]| Appease this virtuous enemy of man!
071:21,017[A  ]| O then let me in time compound,
071:21,018[A  ]| And parley with those conquering eyes;
071:21,019[A  ]| Before they have tried their force to wound,
071:21,020[A  ]| Before, with their glancing wheels, they drive <20>
071:21,021[A  ]| In triumph over hearts that strive,
071:21,022[A  ]| And them that yield but more despise.
071:21,023[A  ]| Let me be laid,
071:21,024[A  ]| Where I may see thy glories from some shade.
071:21,025[A  ]| Meantime, whilst every verdant thing
071:21,026[A  ]| Itself does at thy beauty charm,
071:21,027[A  ]| Reform the errors of the spring;
071:21,028[A  ]| Make that the tulips may have share
071:21,029[A  ]| Of sweetness, seeing they are fair;
071:21,030[A  ]| And roses of their thorns disarm:  <30>
071:21,031[A  ]| But most procure
071:21,032[A  ]| That violets may a longer age endure.
071:21,033[A  ]| But O young beauty of the woods,
071:21,034[A  ]| Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,
071:21,035[A  ]| Gather the flowers, but spare the buds;
071:21,036[A  ]| Lest Flora angry at thy crime,
071:21,037[A  ]| To kill her infants in their prime,
071:21,038[A  ]| Do quickly make the example yours;
071:21,039[A  ]| And, before we see,
071:21,040[A  ]| Nip in the blossome all our hopes and thee. <40>
071:21,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:22,000['  ]| <The Match.>
071:22,001[A  ]| Nature had long a treasure made
071:22,002[A  ]| Of all her choicest store;
071:22,003[A  ]| Fearing, when she should be decayed,
071:22,004[A  ]| To beg in vain for more.
071:22,005[A  ]| Her orientest colours there,
071:22,006[A  ]| And essences most pure,
071:22,007[A  ]| With sweetest perfumes hoarded were,
071:22,008[A  ]| All as she thought secure.
071:22,009[A  ]| She seldom them unlocked, or used,
071:22,010[A  ]| But with the nicest care; <10>
071:22,011[A  ]| For, with one grain of them diffused,
071:22,012[A  ]| She could the world repair.
071:22,013[A  ]| But likeness soon together drew
071:22,014[A  ]| What she did separate lay;
071:22,015[A  ]| Of which one perfect beauty grew,
071:22,016[A  ]| And that was Celia.
071:22,017[A  ]| Love wisely had of long foreseen
071:22,018[A  ]| That he must once grow old;
071:22,019[A  ]| And therefore stored a magazine,
071:22,020[A  ]| To save him from the cold. <20>
071:22,021[A  ]| He kept the several cells replete
071:22,022[A  ]| With nitre thrice refined;
071:22,023[A  ]| The naphtha's and the sulphur's heat,
071:22,024[A  ]| And all that burns the mind.
071:22,025[A  ]| He fortified the double gate,
071:22,026[A  ]| And rarely thither came;
071:22,027[A  ]| For, with one spark of these, he straight
071:22,028[A  ]| All nature could inflame.
071:22,029[A  ]| Till, by vicinity so long,
071:22,030[A  ]| A nearer way they sought; <30>
071:22,031[A  ]| And, grown magnetically strong,
071:22,032[A  ]| Into each other wrought.
071:22,033[A  ]| Thus all his fuel did unite
071:22,034[A  ]| To make one fire high:
071:22,035[A  ]| None ever burned so hot, so bright:
071:22,036[A  ]| And Celia that am I.
071:22,037[A  ]| So we alone the happy rest,
071:22,038[A  ]| Whilst all the world is poor,
071:22,039[A  ]| And have within ourselves possessed
071:22,040[A  ]| All Love's and Nature's store. <40>
071:22,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:23,000['  ]| <The Mower against Gardens.>
071:23,001[B  ]| Luxurious Man, to bring his vice in use,
071:23,002[B  ]| Did after him the world seduce:
071:23,003[B  ]| And from the fields the flowers and plants allure,
071:23,004[B  ]| Where nature was most plain and pure.
071:23,005[B  ]| He first enclosed within the garden's square
071:23,006[B  ]| A dead and standing pool of air:
071:23,007[B  ]| And a more luscious earth for them did knead,
071:23,008[B  ]| Which stupefied them while it fed.
071:23,009[B  ]| The pink grew then as double as his mind;
071:23,010[B  ]| The nutriment did change the kind.  <10>
071:23,011[B  ]| With strange perfumes he did the roses taint.
071:23,012[B  ]| And flowers themselves were taught to paint.
071:23,013[B  ]| The tulip, white, did for complexion seek;
071:23,014[B  ]| And learned to interline its cheek:
071:23,015[B  ]| Its onion root they then so high did hold,
071:23,016[B  ]| That one was for a meadow sold.
071:23,017[B  ]| Another world was searched, through oceans new,
071:23,018[B  ]| To find the marvel of Peru.
071:23,019[B  ]| And yet these rarities might be allowed,
071:23,020[B  ]| To man, that sovereign thing and proud; <20>
071:23,021[B  ]| Had he not dealt between the bark and tree,
071:23,022[B  ]| Forbidden mixtures there to see.
071:23,023[B  ]| No plant now knew the stock from which it came;
071:23,024[B  ]| He grafts upon the wild the tame:
071:23,025[B  ]| That the uncertain and adulterate fruit
071:23,026[B  ]| Might put the palate in dispute.
071:23,027[B  ]| His green seraglio has its eunuchs too;
071:23,028[B  ]| Lest any tyrant him outdo.
071:23,029[B  ]| And in the cherry he does nature vex,
071:23,030[B  ]| To procreate without a sex. <30>
071:23,031[B  ]| It is all enforced; the fountain and the grot;
071:23,032[B  ]| While the sweet fields do lie forgot:
071:23,033[B  ]| Where willing nature does to all dispense
071:23,034[B  ]| A wild and fragrant innocence:
071:23,035[B  ]| And fauns and fairies do the meadows till,
071:23,036[B  ]| More by their presence than their skill.
071:23,037[B  ]| Their statues polished by some ancient hand,
071:23,038[B  ]| May to adorn the gardens stand:
071:23,039[B  ]| But howsoever the figures do excel,
071:23,040[B  ]| The gods themselves with us do dwell. <40>
071:23,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:24,000['  ]| <Damon the Mower.>
071:24,001['  ]| Hark how the mower Damon sung,
071:24,002['  ]| With love of Juliana stung!
071:24,003['  ]| While everything did seem to paint
071:24,004['  ]| The scene more fit for his complaint.
071:24,005['  ]| Like her fair eyes the day was fair;
071:24,006['  ]| But scorching like his amorous care.
071:24,007['  ]| Sharp like his scythe his sorrow was,
071:24,008['  ]| And withered like his hopes the grass.
071:24,009[B  ]| Oh what unusual heats are here,
071:24,010[B  ]| Which thus our sunburned meadows sear! <10>
071:24,011[B  ]| The grasshopper its pipe gives over;
071:24,012[B  ]| And hamstringed frogs can dance no more.
071:24,013[B  ]| But in the brook the green frog wades;
071:24,014[B  ]| And grasshoppers seek out the shades.
071:24,015[B  ]| Only the snake, that kept within,
071:24,016[B  ]| Now glitters in its second skin.
071:24,017[B  ]| This heat the sun could never raise,
071:24,018[B  ]| Nor Dog Star so inflames the days.
071:24,019[B  ]| It from a higher beauty groweth,
071:24,020[B  ]| Which burns the fields and mower both. <20>
071:24,021[B  ]| Which made the dog, and makes the sun
071:24,022[B  ]| Hotter than his own Phaeton.
071:24,023[B  ]| Not July causeth these extremes,
071:24,024[B  ]| But Juliana's scorching beams.
071:24,025[B  ]| Tell me where I may pass the fires
071:24,026[B  ]| Of the hot day, or hot desires.
071:24,027[B  ]| To what cool cave shall I descend,
071:24,028[B  ]| Or to what gelid fountain bend?
071:24,029[B  ]| Alas!  I look for ease in vain,
071:24,030[B  ]| When remedies themselves complain.  <30>
071:24,031[B  ]| No moisture but my tears do rest,
071:24,032[B  ]| Nor cold but in her icy breast.
071:24,033[B  ]| How long wilt thou, fair shepherdess,
071:24,034[B  ]| Esteem me, and my presents less?
071:24,035[B  ]| To thee the harmless snake I bring,
071:24,036[B  ]| Disarmed of its teeth and sting.
071:24,037[B  ]| To thee chameleons changing hue,
071:24,038[B  ]| And oak leaves tipped with honey dew.
071:24,039[B  ]| Yet thou ungrateful hast not sought
071:24,040[B  ]| Nor what they are, nor who them brought. <40>
071:24,041[B  ]| I am the mower Damon, known
071:24,042[B  ]| Through all the meadows I have mown.
071:24,043[B  ]| On me the morn her dew distills
071:24,044[B  ]| Before her darling daffodils.
071:24,045[B  ]| And, if at noon my toil me heat,
071:24,046[B  ]| The sun himself licks off my sweat.
071:24,047[B  ]| While, going home, the evening sweet
071:24,048[B  ]| In cowslip-water bathes my feet.
071:24,049[B  ]| What, though the piping shepherd stock
071:24,050[B  ]| The plains with an unnumbered flock,  <50>
071:24,051[B  ]| This scythe of mine discovers wide
071:24,052[B  ]| More ground than all his sheep do hide.
071:24,053[B  ]| With this the golden fleece I shear
071:24,054[B  ]| Of all these closes every Year.
071:24,055[B  ]| And though in wool more poor than they,
071:24,056[B  ]| Yet am I richer far in hay.
071:24,057[B  ]| Nor am I so deformed to sight,
071:24,058[B  ]| If in my scythe I looked right;
071:24,059[B  ]| In which I see my picture done,
071:24,060[B  ]| As in a crescent moon the sun.  <60>
071:24,061[B  ]| The deathless fairies take me oft
071:24,062[B  ]| To lead them in their dances soft:
071:24,063[B  ]| And, when I tune myself to sing,
071:24,064[B  ]| About me they contract their ring.
071:24,065[B  ]| How happy might I still have mowed,
071:24,066[B  ]| Had not Love here his thistles sowed!
071:24,067[B  ]| But now I all the day complain,
071:24,068[B  ]| Joining my labour to my pain;
071:24,069[B  ]| And with my scythe cut down the grass,
071:24,070[B  ]| Yet still my grief is where it was:  <70>
071:24,071[B  ]| But, when the iron blunter grows,
071:24,072[B  ]| Sighing I wet my scythe and woes.
071:24,073['  ]| While thus he threw his elbow round,
071:24,074['  ]| Depopulating all the ground,
071:24,075['  ]| And, with his whistling scythe, does cut
071:24,076['  ]| Each stroke between the earth and root,
071:24,077['  ]| The edged steel by careless chance
071:24,078['  ]| Did into his own ankle glance;
071:24,079['  ]| And there among the grass fell down,
071:24,080['  ]| By his own scythe, the mower mown. <80>
071:24,081[B  ]| Alas!  
071:24,081['  ]| said he, 
071:24,081[B  ]| these hurts are slight
071:24,082[B  ]| To those that die by love's despite.
071:24,083[B  ]| With shepherd's-purse, and clown's-all-heal,
071:24,084[B  ]| The blood I staunch, and wound I seal.
071:24,085[B  ]| Only for him no cure is found,
071:24,086[B  ]| Whom Juliana's eyes do wound.
071:24,087[B  ]| It is death alone that this must do:
071:24,088[B  ]| For Death thou art a mower too.
071:24,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:25,000['  ]| <The Mower to the Glow-Worms.>
071:25,001[B  ]| Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
071:25,002[B  ]| The nightingale does sit so late,
071:25,003[B  ]| And studying all the summer night,
071:25,004[B  ]| Her matchless songs does meditate;
071:25,005[B  ]| Ye country comets, that portend
071:25,006[B  ]| No war, nor prince's funeral,
071:25,007[B  ]| Shining unto no higher end
071:25,008[B  ]| Than to presage the grass's fall;
071:25,009[B  ]| Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
071:25,010[B  ]| To wandering mowers shows the way, <10>
071:25,011[B  ]| That in the night have lost their aim,
071:25,012[B  ]| And after foolish fires do stray;
071:25,013[B  ]| Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
071:25,014[B  ]| Since Juliana here is come,
071:25,015[B  ]| For she my mind hath so displaced
071:25,016[B  ]| That I shall never find my home.
071:25,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:26,000['  ]| <The Mower's Song.>
071:26,001[B  ]| My mind was once the true survey
071:26,002[B  ]| Of all these meadows fresh and gay;
071:26,003[B  ]| And in the greenness of the grass
071:26,004[B  ]| Did see its hopes as in a glass;
071:26,005[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
071:26,006[B  ]| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
071:26,007[B  ]| But these, while I with sorrow pine,
071:26,008[B  ]| Grew more luxuriant still and fine;
071:26,009[B  ]| That not one blade of grass you spied,
071:26,010[B  ]| But had a flower on either side;  <10>
071:26,011[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
071:26,012[B  ]| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
071:26,013[B  ]| Unthankful meadows, could you so
071:26,014[B  ]| A fellowship so true forgo,
071:26,015[B  ]| And in your gaudy May-games meet,
071:26,016[B  ]| While I lay trodden under feet?
071:26,017[B  ]| When Juliana came, and she
071:26,018[B  ]| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
071:26,019[B  ]| But what you in compassion ought,
071:26,020[B  ]| Shall now by my revenge be wrought: <20>
071:26,021[B  ]| And flowers, and grass, and I and all,
071:26,022[B  ]| Will in one common ruin fall.
071:26,023[B  ]| For Juliana comes, and she
071:26,024[B  ]| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
071:26,025[B  ]| And thus, ye meadows, which have been
071:26,026[B  ]| Companions of my thoughts more green,
071:26,027[B  ]| Shall now the heraldry become
071:26,028[B  ]| With which I shall adorn my tomb;
071:26,029[B  ]| For Juliana comes, and she
071:26,030[B  ]| What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. <30>
071:26,000['  ]| <1681 folio (C.59.i.8). It also appears in Bod. Eng. poet.d.49.>
071:27,000['  ]| <Ametas and Thestylis making Hay-Ropes.>
071:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
071:27,001[B  ]| Thinkst thou that this love can stand,
071:27,002[B  ]| Whilst thou still dost say me nay?
071:27,003[B  ]| Love unpaid does soon disband:
071:27,004[B  ]| Love binds love as hay binds hay.
071:27,000['  ]| <Thestylis.>
071:27,005[C  ]| Thinkst thou that this rope would twine
071:27,006[C  ]| If we both should turn one way?
071:27,007[C  ]| Where both parties so combine,
071:27,008[C  ]| Neither love will twist nor hay.
071:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
071:27,009[B  ]| Thus you vain excuses find,
071:27,010[B  ]| Which yourselves and us delay: <10>
071:27,011[B  ]| And love ties a woman's mind
071:27,012[B  ]| Looser than with ropes of hay.
071:27,000['  ]| <Thestylis.>
071:27,013[C  ]| What you can not constant hope
071:27,014[C  ]| Must be taken as you may.
071:27,000['  ]| <Ametas.>
071:27,015[B  ]| Then let us both lay by our rope,
071:27,016[B  ]| And go kiss within the hay.
071:27,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:27,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
071:28,000['  ]| <Music's Empire.>
071:28,001[A  ]| First was the world as one great cymbal made,
071:28,002[A  ]| Where jarring winds to infant Nature played.
071:28,003[A  ]| All music was a solitary sound,
071:28,004[A  ]| To hollow rocks and murmuring fountains bound.
071:28,005[A  ]| Jubal first made the wilder notes agree;
071:28,006[A  ]| And Jubal tuned music's jubilee:
071:28,007[A  ]| He called the echoes from their sullen cell,
071:28,008[A  ]| And built the organ's city where they dwell.
071:28,009[A  ]| Each sought a consort in that lovely place;
071:28,010[A  ]| And virgin trebles wed the manly base. <10>
071:28,011[A  ]| From whence the progeny of numbers new
071:28,012[A  ]| Into harmonious colonies withdrew.
071:28,013[A  ]| Some to the lute, some to the viol went,
071:28,014[A  ]| And others chose the cornet eloquent.
071:28,015[A  ]| These practising the wind, and those the wire,
071:28,016[A  ]| To sing men's triumphs, or in heaven's choir.
071:28,017[A  ]| Then music, the mosaic of the air,
071:28,018[A  ]| Did of all these a solemn noise prepare:
071:28,019[A  ]| With which she gained the empire of the ear,
071:28,020[A  ]| Including all between the earth and sphere. <20>
071:28,021[A  ]| Victorious sounds! Yet here your homage do
071:28,022[A  ]| Unto a gentler conqueror than you;
071:28,023[A  ]| Who though he flies the music of his praise,
071:28,024[A  ]| Would with you heaven's hallelujahs raise.
071:28,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:28,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
071:29,000['  ]| <The Garden.>
071:29,001[A  ]| How vainly men themselves amaze
071:29,002[A  ]| To win the palm, the oak, or bays;
071:29,003[A  ]| And their incessant labours see
071:29,004[A  ]| Crowned from some single herb or tree,
071:29,005[A  ]| Whose short and narrow verged shade
071:29,006[A  ]| Does prudently their toils upbraid;
071:29,007[A  ]| While all flowers and all trees do close
071:29,008[A  ]| To weave the garlands of repose.
071:29,009[A  ]| Fair quiet, have I found thee here,
071:29,010[A  ]| And Innocence thy sister dear! <10>
071:29,011[A  ]| Mistaken long, I sought you then
071:29,012[A  ]| In busy companies of men.
071:29,013[A  ]| Your sacred plants, if here below,
071:29,014[A  ]| Only among the plants will grow.
071:29,015[A  ]| Society is all but rude,
071:29,016[A  ]| To this delicious solitude.
071:29,017[A  ]| No white nor red was ever seen
071:29,018[A  ]| So amorous as this lovely green.
071:29,019[A  ]| Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
071:29,020[A  ]| Cut in these trees their mistress' name. <20>
071:29,021[A  ]| Little, alas, they know, or heed,
071:29,022[A  ]| How far these beauties hers exceed!
071:29,023[A  ]| Fair trees! wheresoever your barks I wound,
071:29,024[A  ]| No name shall but your own be found.
071:29,025[A  ]| When we have run our passion's heat,
071:29,026[A  ]| Love hither makes his best retreat.
071:29,027[A  ]| The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
071:29,028[A  ]| Still in a tree did end their race.
071:29,029[A  ]| Apollo hunted Daphne so,
071:29,030[A  ]| Only that she might laurel grow. <30>
071:29,031[A  ]| And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
071:29,032[A  ]| Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
071:29,033[A  ]| What wondrous life in this I lead!
071:29,034[A  ]| Ripe apples drop about my head;
071:29,035[A  ]| The luscious clusters of the vine
071:29,036[A  ]| Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
071:29,037[A  ]| The nectarine, and curious peach,
071:29,038[A  ]| Into my hands themselves do reach;
071:29,039[A  ]| Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
071:29,040[A  ]| Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. <40>
071:29,041[A  ]| Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
071:29,042[A  ]| Withdraws into its happiness:
071:29,043[A  ]| The mind, that ocean where each kind
071:29,044[A  ]| Does straight its own resemblance find;
071:29,045[A  ]| Yet it creates, transcending these,
071:29,046[A  ]| Far other worlds, and other seas;
071:29,047[A  ]| Annihilating all that is made
071:29,048[A  ]| To a green thought in a green shade.
071:29,049[A  ]| Here at the fountain's sliding foot,
071:29,050[A  ]| Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, <50>
071:29,051[A  ]| Casting the body's vest aside,
071:29,052[A  ]| My soul into the boughs does glide:
071:29,053[A  ]| There like a bird it sits, and sings,
071:29,054[A  ]| Then whets, and combs its silver wings;
071:29,055[A  ]| And, till prepared for longer flight,
071:29,056[A  ]| Waves in its plumes the various light.
071:29,057[A  ]| Such was that happy garden-state,
071:29,058[A  ]| While man there walked without a mate:
071:29,059[A  ]| After a place so pure, and sweet,
071:29,060[A  ]| What other help could yet be meet! <60>
071:29,061[A  ]| But it was beyond a mortal's share
071:29,062[A  ]| To wander solitary there:
071:29,063[A  ]| Two paradises it were in one
071:29,064[A  ]| To live in paradise alone.
071:29,065[A  ]| How well the skilful gardener drew
071:29,066[A  ]| Of flowers and herbs this dial new;
071:29,067[A  ]| Where from above the milder sun
071:29,068[A  ]| Does through a fragrant zodiac run;
071:29,069[A  ]| And, as it works, the industrious bee
071:29,070[A  ]| Computes its time as well as we. <70>
071:29,071[A  ]| How could such sweet and wholesome hours
071:29,072[A  ]| Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
071:29,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:29,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
071:30,000['  ]| <Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome.>
071:30,001[A  ]| Obliged by frequent visits of this man,
071:30,002[A  ]| Whom as priest, poet, and musician,
071:30,003[A  ]| I for some branch of Melchizedec took,
071:30,004[A  ]| (Though he derives himself from my Lord*Brooke)
071:30,005[A  ]| I sought his lodging; which is at the sign
071:30,006[A  ]| Of the Sad Pelican; subject divine
071:30,007[A  ]| For poetry: There three staircases high,
071:30,008[A  ]| Which signifies his triple property,
071:30,009[A  ]| I found at last a chamber, as it was said,
071:30,010[A  ]| But seemed a coffin set on the stairs' head. <10>
071:30,011[A  ]| Not higher than seven, nor larger than three feet;
071:30,012[A  ]| Only there was nor ceiling, nor a sheet,
071:30,013[A  ]| Save that the ingenious door did as you come
071:30,014[A  ]| Turn in, and show to wainscot half the room.
071:30,015[A  ]| Yet of his state no man could have complained;
071:30,016[A  ]| There being no bed where he entertained:
071:30,017[A  ]| And though within one cell so narrow pent,
071:30,018[A  ]| He had stanzas for a whole apartment.
071:30,019[A  ]| Straight without further information,
071:30,020[A  ]| In hideous verse, he, and a dismal tone, <20>
071:30,021[A  ]| Begins to exorcise; as if I were
071:30,022[A  ]| Possessed; and sure the Devil brought me there.
071:30,023[A  ]| But I, who now imagined myself brought
071:30,024[A  ]| To my last trial, in a serious thought
071:30,025[A  ]| Calmed the disorders of my youthful breast,
071:30,026[A  ]| And to my martyrdom prepared rest.
071:30,027[A  ]| Only this frail ambition did remain,
071:30,028[A  ]| The last distemper of the sober brain,
071:30,029[A  ]| That there had been some present to assure
071:30,030[A  ]| The future ages how I did endure: <30>
071:30,031[A  ]| And how I, silent, turned my burning ear
071:30,032[A  ]| Towards the verse; and when that could not hear,
071:30,033[A  ]| Held him the other; and unchanged yet,
071:30,034[A  ]| Asked still for more, and prayed him to repeat:
071:30,035[A  ]| Till the tyrant, weary to persecute,
071:30,036[A  ]| Left off, and tried to allure me with his lute.
071:30,037[A  ]| Now as two instruments, to the same key
071:30,038[A  ]| Being tuned by art, if the one touched be
071:30,039[A  ]| The other opposite as soon replies,
071:30,040[A  ]| Moved by the air and hidden sympathies; <40>
071:30,041[A  ]| So while he with his gouty fingers crawls
071:30,042[A  ]| Over the lute, his murmuring belly calls,
071:30,043[A  ]| Whose hungry guts to the same straightness twined
071:30,044[A  ]| In echo to the trembling strings repined.
071:30,045[A  ]| I, that perceived now what his music meant,
071:30,046[A  ]| Asked civilly if he had eat this Lent.
071:30,047[A  ]| He answered yes; with such, and such an one.
071:30,048[A  ]| For he had this of generous, that alone
071:30,049[A  ]| He never feeds; save only when he tries
071:30,050[A  ]| With gristly tongue to dart the passing flies. <50>
071:30,051[A  ]| I asked if he eat flesh. And he, that was
071:30,052[A  ]| So hungry that though ready to say mass
071:30,053[A  ]| Would break his fast before, said he was sick,
071:30,054[A  ]| And the ordinance was only politic.
071:30,055[A  ]| Nor was I longer to invite him: scant
071:30,056[A  ]| Happy at once to make him Protestant,
071:30,057[A  ]| And silent. Nothing now dinner stayed
071:30,058[A  ]| But till he had himself a body made.
071:30,059[A  ]| I mean till he were dressed: for else so thin
071:30,060[A  ]| He stands, as if he only fed had been <60>
071:30,061[A  ]| With consecrated wafers: and the host
071:30,062[A  ]| Hath sure more flesh and blood than he can boast.
071:30,063[A  ]| This basso*relievo of a man,
071:30,064[A  ]| Who as a camel tall, yet easily can
071:30,065[A  ]| The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
071:30,066[A  ]| (His only impossible is to be rich)
071:30,067[A  ]| Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
071:30,068[A  ]| Should leave his soul to wander in the air,
071:30,069[A  ]| He therefore circumscribes himself in rhymes;
071:30,070[A  ]| And swaddled in his own papers seven times, <70>
071:30,071[A  ]| Wears a close jacket of poetic buff,
071:30,072[A  ]| With which he doth his third dimension stuff.
071:30,073[A  ]| Thus armed underneath, he over all
071:30,074[A  ]| Does make a primitive sottana fall;
071:30,075[A  ]| And above that yet casts an antic cloak,
071:30,076[A  ]| Worn at the first Council of Antioch;
071:30,077[A  ]| Which by the Jews long hid, and disesteemed,
071:30,078[A  ]| He heard of by tradition, and redeemed.
071:30,079[A  ]| But were he not in this black habit decked,
071:30,080[A  ]| This half transparent man would soon reflect <80>
071:30,081[A  ]| Each colour that he passed by; and be seen,
071:30,082[A  ]| As the chameleon, yellow, blue, or green.
071:30,083[A  ]| He dressed, and ready to disfurnish now
071:30,084[A  ]| His chamber, whose compactness did allow
071:30,085[A  ]| No empty place for complimenting doubt,
071:30,086[A  ]| But who came last is forced first to go out;
071:30,087[A  ]| I met one on the stairs who made me stand,
071:30,088[A  ]| Stopping the passage, and did him demand:
071:30,089[A  ]| I answered 
071:30,089@a   | he is here Sir; but you see
071:30,090@a   | You can not pass to him but through me. <90>
071:30,091[A  ]| He thought himself affronted; and replied,
071:30,092@b   | I whom the palace never has denied
071:30,093@b   | Will make the way here; 
071:30,093[A  ]| I said 
071:30,093@a   | Sir you will do
071:30,094@a   | Me a great favour, for I seek to go.
071:30,095[A  ]| He gathering fury still made sign to draw;
071:30,096[A  ]| But himself there closed in a scabbard saw
071:30,097[A  ]| As narrow as his sword's; and I, that was
071:30,098[A  ]| Delightful, said there can no body pass
071:30,099[A  ]| Except by penetration hither, where
071:30,100[A  ]| Two make a crowd, nor can three persons here <100>
071:30,101[A  ]| Consist but in one substance. Then, to fit
071:30,102[A  ]| Our peace, the priest said I too had some wit:
071:30,103[A  ]| To prove it, I said, 
071:30,103@a   | the place doth us invite
071:30,104@a   | By its own narrowness, Sir, to unite.
071:30,105[A  ]| He asked me pardon; and to make me way
071:30,106[A  ]| Went down, as I him followed to obey.
071:30,107[A  ]| But the propitiatory priest had straight
071:30,108[A  ]| Obliged us, when below, to celebrate
071:30,109[A  ]| Together our atonement: so increased
071:30,110[A  ]| Betwixt us two the dinner to a feast. <110>
071:30,111[A  ]| Let it suffice that we could eat in peace;
071:30,112[A  ]| And that both poems did and quarrels cease
071:30,113[A  ]| During the table; though my new made friend
071:30,114[A  ]| Did, as he threatened, before it were long intend
071:30,115[A  ]| To be both witty and valiant: I loath,
071:30,116[A  ]| Said it was too late, he was already both.
071:30,117[A  ]| But now, alas, my first tormentor came,
071:30,118[A  ]| Who satisfied with eating, but not tame
071:30,119[A  ]| Turns to recite; though judges most severe
071:30,120[A  ]| After the assize's dinner mild appear, <120>
071:30,121[A  ]| And on full stomach do condemn but few:
071:30,122[A  ]| Yet he more strict my sentence doth renew;
071:30,123[A  ]| And draws out of the black box of his breast
071:30,124[A  ]| Ten quire of paper in which he was dressed.
071:30,125[A  ]| Yet that which was a greater cruelty
071:30,126[A  ]| Then Nero's poem he calls charity:
071:30,127[A  ]| And so the pelican at his door hung
071:30,128[A  ]| Picks out the tender bosom to its young.
071:30,129[A  ]| Of all his poems there he stands ungirt
071:30,130[A  ]| Save only two foul copies for his shirt: <130>
071:30,131[A  ]| Yet these he promises as soon as clean.
071:30,132[A  ]| But how I loathed to see my neighbour glean
071:30,133[A  ]| Those papers, which he peeled from within
071:30,134[A  ]| Like white flakes rising from a leper's skin!
071:30,135[A  ]| More odious than those rags, which the French youth
071:30,136[A  ]| At ordinaries after dinner showeth,
071:30,137[A  ]| When they compare their chancres and poulains.
071:30,138[A  ]| Yet he first kissed them, and after takes pains
071:30,139[A  ]| To read; and then, because he understood
071:30,140[A  ]| Not one word, thought and swore that they were good. <140>
071:30,141[A  ]| But all his praises could not now appease
071:30,142[A  ]| The provoked author, whom it did displease
071:30,143[A  ]| To hear his verses, by so just a curse,
071:30,144[A  ]| That were ill made condemned to be read worse:
071:30,145[A  ]| And how (impossible) he made yet more
071:30,146[A  ]| Absurdities in them than were before.
071:30,147[A  ]| For he his untuned voice did fall or raise
071:30,148[A  ]| As a deaf man upon a viol plays,
071:30,149[A  ]| Making the half points and the periods run
071:30,150[A  ]| Confuseder than the atoms in the sun. <150>
071:30,151[A  ]| Thereat the poet swelled, with anger full,
071:30,152[A  ]| And roared out, like Perillus in his own bull;
071:30,153@b   | Sir you read false. That anyone but you
071:30,154@b   | Should know the contrary. 
071:30,154[A  ]| Whereat, I, now
071:30,155[A  ]| Made mediator, in my room, said, 
071:30,155@a   | Why?
071:30,156@a   | To say that you read false Sir is no lie.
071:30,157[A  ]| Thereat the waxen youth relented straight;
071:30,158[A  ]| But saw with sad despair that was too late.
071:30,159[A  ]| For the disdainful poet was retired
071:30,160[A  ]| Home, his most furious satire to have fired <160>
071:30,161[A  ]| Against the rebel; who, at this struck dead
071:30,162[A  ]| Wept bitterly as disinherited.
071:30,163[A  ]| Who should commend his mistress now? Or who
071:30,164[A  ]| Praise him? both difficult indeed to do
071:30,165[A  ]| With truth. I counselled him to go in time,
071:30,166[A  ]| Before the fierce poet's anger turned to rhyme.
071:30,167[A  ]| He hasted; and I, finding myself free,
071:30,168[A  ]| As one escaped strangely from captivity,
071:30,169[A  ]| Have made the chance be painted; and go now
071:30,170[A  ]| To hang it in Saint*Peter's for a vow. <170>
071:30,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:30,000['  ]| < It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
071:31,000['  ]| <To his worthy Friend Doctor Witty upon his>
071:31,000['  ]| <Translation of the Popular Errors.>
071:31,001[A  ]| Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
071:31,002[A  ]| Where just desert enrols thy honoured name
071:31,003[A  ]| The good interpreter. Some in this task
071:31,004[A  ]| Take of the cypress veil, but leave a mask,
071:31,005[A  ]| Changing the Latin, but do more obscure
071:31,006[A  ]| That sense in English which was bright and pure.
071:31,007[A  ]| So of translators they are authors grown,
071:31,008[A  ]| For ill translators make the book their own.
071:31,009[A  ]| Others do strive with words and forced phrase
071:31,010[A  ]| To add such lustre, and so many rays, <10>
071:31,011[A  ]| That but to make the vessel shining, they
071:31,012[A  ]| Much of the precious metal rub away.
071:31,013[A  ]| He is translation's thief that addeth more,
071:31,014[A  ]| As much as he that taketh from the store
071:31,015[A  ]| Of the first author. Here he maketh blots
071:31,016[A  ]| That mends; and added beauties are but spots.
071:31,017[A  ]| Celia whose English doth more richly flow
071:31,018[A  ]| Than Tagus, purer than dissolved snow.
071:31,019[A  ]| And sweet as are her lips that speak it, she
071:31,020[A  ]| Now learns the tongues of France and Italy; <20>
071:31,021[A  ]| But she is Celia still: no other grace
071:31,022[A  ]| But her own smiles commend that lovely face;
071:31,023[A  ]| Her native beauty is not Italianated,
071:31,024[A  ]| Nor her chaste mind into the French translated:
071:31,025[A  ]| Her thoughts are English, though her sparkling wit
071:31,026[A  ]| With other language doth them fitly fit.
071:31,027[A  ]| Translators learn of her: but stay I slide
071:31,028[A  ]| Down into error with the vulgar tide;
071:31,029[A  ]| Women must not teach here: the Doctor doth
071:31,030[A  ]| Stint them to caudles almond-milk, and broth. <30>
071:31,031[A  ]| Now I reform, and surely so will all
071:31,032[A  ]| Whose happy eyes on thy translation fall,
071:31,033[A  ]| I see the people hastening to thy book,
071:31,034[A  ]| Liking themselves the worse the more they look,
071:31,035[A  ]| And so disliking, that they nothing see
071:31,036[A  ]| Now worth the liking, but thy book and thee.
071:31,037[A  ]| And (if I judgement have) I censure right;
071:31,038[A  ]| For something guides my hand that I must write.
071:31,039[A  ]| You have translation's statutes best fulfilled.
071:31,040[A  ]| That handling neither sully nor would gild. <40>
071:31,000['  ]| <This modern version has been taken from the 1681 folio.> 
071:32,000['  ]| <On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost.>
071:32,001[A  ]| When I beheld the poet blind, yet bold,
071:32,002[A  ]| In slender book his vast design unfold,
071:32,003[A  ]| Messiah crowned, God's reconciled decree,
071:32,004[A  ]| Rebelling angels, the Forbidden Tree,
071:32,005[A  ]| Heaven, hell, earth, chaos, all; the argument
071:32,006[A  ]| Held me a while misdoubting his intent,
071:32,007[A  ]| That he would ruin (for I saw him strong)
071:32,008[A  ]| The sacred truths to fable and old song,
071:32,009[A  ]| (So Samson groped the temple's posts in spite)
071:32,010[A  ]| The world overwhelming to revenge his sight. <10>
071:32,011[A  ]| Yet as I read, soon growing less severe,
071:32,012[A  ]| I liked his project, the success did fear;
071:32,013[A  ]| Through that wide field how he his way should find
071:32,014[A  ]| Over which lame faith leads understanding blind;
071:32,015[A  ]| Lest he perplexed the things he would explain,
071:32,016[A  ]| And what was easy he should render vain.
071:32,017[A  ]| Or if a work so infinite he spanned,
071:32,018[A  ]| Jealous I was that some less skilful hand
071:32,019[A  ]| (Such as disquiet always what is well,
071:32,020[A  ]| And by ill imitating would excel) <20>
071:32,021[A  ]| Might hence presume the whole creation's day
071:32,022[A  ]| To change in scenes, and show it in a play.
071:32,023[A  ]| Pardon me, mighty poet, nor despise
071:32,024[A  ]| My causeless, yet not impious, surmise.
071:32,025[A  ]| But I am now convinced, and none will dare
071:32,026[A  ]| Within thy labours to pretend a share.
071:32,027[A  ]| Thou hast not missed one thought that could be fit,
071:32,028[A  ]| And all that was improper dost omit:
071:32,029[A  ]| So that no room is here for writers left,
071:32,030[A  ]| But to detect their ignorance or theft. <30>
071:32,031[A  ]| That majesty which through thy work doth reign
071:32,032[A  ]| Draws the devout, deterring the profane.
071:32,033[A  ]| And things divine thou treats of in such state
071:32,034[A  ]| As them preserves, and thee inviolate.
071:32,035[A  ]| At once delight and horror on us seize,
071:32,036[A  ]| Thou singest with so much gravity and ease;
071:32,037[A  ]| And above human flight dost soar aloft,
071:32,038[A  ]| With plume so strong, so equal, and so soft.
071:32,039[A  ]| The bird named from that paradise you sing
071:32,040[A  ]| So never flags, but always keeps on wing. <40>
071:32,041[A  ]| Where couldst thou words of such a compass find?
071:32,042[A  ]| Whence furnish such a vast expense of mind?
071:32,043[A  ]| Just heaven thee, like Tiresias, to requite,
071:32,044[A  ]| Rewards with prophecy thy loss of sight.
071:32,045[A  ]| Well might thou scorn thy readers to allure
071:32,046[A  ]| With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sense secure;
071:32,047[A  ]| While the Town-Bays writes all the while and spells,
071:32,048[A  ]| And like a pack-horse tires without his bells.
071:32,049[A  ]| Their fancies like our bushy points appear,
071:32,050[A  ]| The poets tag them; we for fashion wear. <50>
071:32,051[A  ]| I too transported by the mode offend,
071:32,052[A  ]| And while I meant to praise thee, must commend.
071:32,053[A  ]| Thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
071:32,054[A  ]| In number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme.
071:32,000['  ]| <Marvell's poem commending Milton's Paradise Lost appeared>
071:32,000['  ]| <as one of two tributes in the second edition of Milton's poem (1674).>
071:32,000['  ]| <The modern text above has been taken from the 1681 folio.>
071:33,000['  ]| <Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.>
071:33,000['  ]| <Stet quicunque volet potens>
071:33,000['  ]| <Aulae culmine lubrico &c.>
071:33,000['  ]| <Translated.>
071:33,001[A  ]| Climb at court for me that will
071:33,002[A  ]| Tottering favour's pinnacle;
071:33,003[A  ]| All I seek is to lie still.
071:33,004[A  ]| Settled in some secret nest
071:33,005[A  ]| In calm leisure let me rest;
071:33,006[A  ]| And far of the public stage
071:33,007[A  ]| Pass away my silent age.
071:33,008[A  ]| Thus when without noise, unknown,
071:33,009[A  ]| I have lived out all my span,
071:33,010[A  ]| I shall die, without a groan, <10>
071:33,011[A  ]| An old honest country man.
071:33,012[A  ]| Who exposed to others' eyes,
071:33,013[A  ]| Into his own heart never pries,
071:33,014[A  ]| Death to him is a strange surprise
071:33,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:33,000['  ]| <It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 The same translation>
071:33,000['  ]| <appears in an earlier manuscript (BM.Add.MS.29921)>
071:34,000['  ]| <An Epitaph upon------->
071:34,001[A  ]| Enough: and leave the rest to fame.
071:34,002[A  ]| It is to commend her but to name.
071:34,003[A  ]| Courtship, which living she declined,
071:34,004[A  ]| When dead to offer were unkind.
071:34,005[A  ]| Where never any could speak ill,
071:34,006[A  ]| Who would officious praises spill?
071:34,007[A  ]| Nor can the truest wit or friend,
071:34,008[A  ]| Without detracting, her commend.
071:34,009[A  ]| To say she lived a virgin chaste,
071:34,010[A  ]| In this age loose and all unlaced; <10>
071:34,011[A  ]| Nor was, when vice is so allowed,
071:34,012[A  ]| Of virtue or ashamed, or proud;
071:34,013[A  ]| That her soul was on heaven so bent
071:34,014[A  ]| No minute but it came and went;
071:34,015[A  ]| That ready her last debt to pay
071:34,016[A  ]| She summed her life up every day;
071:34,017[A  ]| Modest as morn; as midday bright;
071:34,018[A  ]| Gentle as evening; cool as night;
071:34,019[A  ]| It is true: but all so weakly said;
071:34,020[A  ]| It were more significant, she is dead. <20>
071:34,000['  ]| <This poem was first published in the 1681 folio (C.59.i.8).>
071:34,000['  ]| <It also appeared in the MS.Bod.Eng. poet.d.49 >
071:35,000['  ]| <Upon the Hill and Grove at Billbrough.>
071:35,000['  ]| <To the Lord Fairfax.>
071:35,001[A  ]| See how the arched earth does here
071:35,002[A  ]| Rise in a perfect hemisphere!
071:35,003[A  ]| The stiffest compass could not strike
071:35,004[A  ]| A line more circular and like;
071:35,005[A  ]| Nor softest pencil draw a brow
071:35,006[A  ]| So equal as this hill does bow.
071:35,007[A  ]| It seems as for a model laid,
071:35,008[A  ]| And that the world by it was made.
071:35,009[A  ]| Here learn ye mountains more unjust,
071:35,010[A  ]| Which to abrupter greatness thrust, <10>
071:35,011[A  ]| That do with your hook-shouldered height
071:35,012[A  ]| The earth deform and heaven fright.
071:35,013[A  ]| For whose excrescence ill designed,
071:35,014[A  ]| Nature must a new centre find,
071:35,015[A  ]| Learn here those humble steps to tread,
071:35,016[A  ]| Which to securer glory lead.
071:35,017[A  ]| See what a soft access and wide
071:35,018[A  ]| Lies open to its grassy side;
071:35,019[A  ]| Nor with the rugged path deters
071:35,020[A  ]| The feet of breathless travellers. <20>
071:35,021[A  ]| See then how courteous it ascends,
071:35,022[A  ]| And all the way it rises bends;
071:35,023[A  ]| Nor for itself the height does gain,
071:35,024[A  ]| But only strives to raise the plain.
071:35,025[A  ]| Yet thus it all the field commands,
071:35,026[A  ]| And in unenvied greatness stands,
071:35,027[A  ]| Discerning further than the cliff
071:35,028[A  ]| Of heaven-daring Tenerife.
071:35,029[A  ]| How glad the weary seamen haste
071:35,030[A  ]| When they salute it from the mast! <30>
071:35,031[A  ]| By night the Northern Star their way
071:35,032[A  ]| Directs, and this no less by day.
071:35,033[A  ]| Upon its crest this mountain grave
071:35,034[A  ]| A plume of aged trees does wave.
071:35,035[A  ]| No hostile hand durst ever invade
071:35,036[A  ]| With impious steel the sacred shade.
071:35,037[A  ]| For something always did appear
071:35,038[A  ]| Of the great master's terror there:
071:35,039[A  ]| And men could hear his armour still
071:35,040[A  ]| Rattling through all the grove and hill. <40>
071:35,041[A  ]| Fear of the master, and respect
071:35,042[A  ]| Of the great nymph did it protect;
071:35,043[A  ]| Vera the nymph that him inspired,
071:35,044[A  ]| To whom he often here retired,
071:35,045[A  ]| And on these oaks engraved her name;
071:35,046[A  ]| Such wounds alone these woods became:
071:35,047[A  ]| But before he well the barks could part
071:35,048[A  ]| It was writ already in their heart.
071:35,049[A  ]| For they (it is credible) have sense,
071:35,050[A  ]| As we, of love and reverence, <50>
071:35,051[A  ]| And underneath the coarser rind
071:35,052[A  ]| The genius of the house do bind.
071:35,053[A  ]| Hence they successes seem to know,
071:35,054[A  ]| And in their lord's advancement grow;
071:35,055[A  ]| But in no memory were seen
071:35,056[A  ]| As under this so straight and green.
071:35,057[A  ]| Yet now no further strive to shoot,
071:35,058[A  ]| Contented if they fix their root.
071:35,059[A  ]| Nor to the wind's uncertain gust,
071:35,060[A  ]| Their prudent heads too far entrust. <60>
071:35,061[A  ]| Only sometimes a fluttering breeze
071:35,062[A  ]| Discourses with the breathing trees;
071:35,063[A  ]| Which in their modest whispers name
071:35,064[A  ]| Those acts that swelled the cheek of fame.
071:35,065[A  ]| Much other groves, say they, than these
071:35,066[A  ]| And other hills him once did please.
071:35,067[A  ]| Through groves of pikes he thundered then,
071:35,068[A  ]| And mountains raised of dying men.
071:35,069[A  ]| For all the civic garlands due
071:35,070[A  ]| To him our branches are but few. <70>
071:35,071[A  ]| Nor are our trunks enough to bear
071:35,072[A  ]| The trophies of one fertile year.
071:35,073[A  ]| It is true, the trees nor ever spoke
071:35,074[A  ]| More certain oracles in oak.
071:35,075[A  ]| But peace (if you his favour prize)
071:35,076[A  ]| That courage its own praises flies.
071:35,077[A  ]| Therefore to your obscurer seats
071:35,078[A  ]| From his own brightness he retreats:
071:35,079[A  ]| Nor he the hills without the groves,
071:35,080[A  ]| Nor height but with retirement loves. <80>
071:35,000['  ]| <From the 1681 folio. Also in Bod. MS Eng. poet.d.49>
071:36,000['  ]| <The Character of Holland.>
071:36,001[A  ]| Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land,
071:36,002[A  ]| As but the off-scouring of the British sand;
071:36,003[A  ]| And so much earth as was contributed
071:36,004[A  ]| By English pilots when they heaved the lead;
071:36,005[A  ]| Or what by the ocean's flow alluvion fell,
071:36,006[A  ]| Of shipwrecked cockle and the mussel-shell;
071:36,007[A  ]| This indigested vomit of the sea
071:36,008[A  ]| Fell to the Dutch by just propriety.
071:36,009[A  ]| Glad, then, as miners that have found the ore,
071:36,010[A  ]| They with mad labour fished the land to shore; <10>
071:36,011[A  ]| And dived as desperately for each piece
071:36,012[A  ]| Of earth, as if't had been of ambergris;
071:36,013[A  ]| Collecting anxiously small loads of clay,
071:36,014[A  ]| Less than what building swallows bear away;
071:36,015[A  ]| Or than those pills which sordid beetles roll,
071:36,016[A  ]| Transfusing into them their dunghill soul.
071:36,017[A  ]| How did they rivet, with gigantic piles,
071:36,018[A  ]| Through the center their new-catched miles;
071:36,019[A  ]| And to the stake a struggling country bound,
071:36,020[A  ]| Where barking waves still bait the forced ground; <20>
071:36,021[A  ]| Building their watery Babel far more high
071:36,022[A  ]| To reach the sea, than those to scale the sky.
071:36,023[A  ]| Yet still his claim the injured ocean laid,
071:36,024[A  ]| And oft at leap-frog over their steeples played:
071:36,025[A  ]| As if on purpose it on land had come
071:36,026[A  ]| To shew them what is their Mare Liberum.
071:36,027[A  ]| A daily deluge over them does boil;
071:36,028[A  ]| The earth and water play at level-coil;
071:36,029[A  ]| The fish ofttimes the burger dispossessed,
071:36,030[A  ]| And sat not as a meat but as a guest; <30>
071:36,031[A  ]| And oft the tritons and the sea nymphs saw
071:36,032[A  ]| Whole shoals of Dutch served up for cabillau;
071:36,033[A  ]| Or as they over the new level ranged
071:36,034[A  ]| For pickled herring, pickled Heeren changed.
071:36,035[A  ]| Nature, it seemed, ashamed of her mistake,
071:36,036[A  ]| Would throw their land away at duck and drake.
071:36,037[A  ]| Therefore necessity, that first made kings,
071:36,038[A  ]| Something like government among them brings.
071:36,039[A  ]| For as with pygmies who best kills the crane,
071:36,040[A  ]| Among the hungry he that treasures grain, <40>
071:36,041[A  ]| Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns,
071:36,042[A  ]| So rules among the drowned he that drains.
071:36,043[A  ]| Not who first see the rising sun commands,
071:36,044[A  ]| But who could first discern the rising lands.
071:36,045[A  ]| Who best could know to pump an earth so leak
071:36,046[A  ]| Him they their lord and country's father speak.
071:36,047[A  ]| To make a bank was a great plot of state;
071:36,048[A  ]| Invent a shovel and be a magistrate.
071:36,049[A  ]| Hence some small dyke-grave unperceived invades
071:36,050[A  ]| The power, and grows as it were a King of Spades. <50>
071:36,051[A  ]| But for less envy some joint states endures,
071:36,052[A  ]| Who look like a Commission of the Sewers.
071:36,053[A  ]| For these Half-anders, half wet, and half dry,
071:36,054[A  ]| Nor bear strict service, nor pure liberty.
071:36,055[A  ]| It is probable religion after this
071:36,056[A  ]| Came next in order; which they could not miss.
071:36,057[A  ]| How could the Dutch but be converted, when
071:36,058[A  ]| The Apostles were so many fishermen?
071:36,059[A  ]| Besides the waters of themselves did rise,
071:36,060[A  ]| And, as their land, so them did re-baptize. <60>
071:36,061[A  ]| Though herring for their God few voices missed,
071:36,062[A  ]| And Poor-John to have been the Evangelist.
071:36,063[A  ]| Faith, that could never twins conceive before,
071:36,064[A  ]| Never so fertile, spawned upon this shore:
071:36,065[A  ]| More pregnant than their Margaret, that laid down
071:36,066[A  ]| For Hans-in-Kelder of a whole Hans-town.
071:36,067[A  ]| Sure when religion did itself embark,
071:36,068[A  ]| And from the East would Westward steer its ark,
071:36,069[A  ]| It struck, and splitting on this unknown ground,
071:36,070[A  ]| Each one thence pillaged the first piece he found: <70>
071:36,071[A  ]| Hence Amsterdam, Turk-Christian-Pagan-Jew,
071:36,072[A  ]| Staple of sects and mint of schism grew;
071:36,073[A  ]| That bank of conscience, where not one so strange
071:36,074[A  ]| Opinion but finds credit, and exchange.
071:36,075[A  ]| In vain for Catholics ourselves we bear;
071:36,076[A  ]| The universal Church is only there.
071:36,077[A  ]| Nor can civility there want for tillage,
071:36,078[A  ]| Where wisely for their court they chose a village.
071:36,079[A  ]| How fit a title clothes their governors,
071:36,080[A  ]| Themselves the hogs as all their subjects bores <80>
071:36,081[A  ]| Let it suffice to give their country fame
071:36,082[A  ]| That it had one Civilis called by name,
071:36,083[A  ]| Some fifteen hundred and more years ago,
071:36,084[A  ]| But surely never any that was so.
071:36,085[A  ]| See but their mermaids with their tails of fish,
071:36,086[A  ]| Reeking at church over the chafing dish.
071:36,087[A  ]| A vestal turf enshrined in earthen ware
071:36,088[A  ]| Fumes through the loopholes of wooden square.
071:36,089[A  ]| Each to the temple with these altars tend,
071:36,090[A  ]| But still does place it at her western end: <90>
071:36,091[A  ]| While the fat steam of female sacrifice
071:36,092[A  ]| Fills the priest's nostrils and puts out his eyes.
071:36,093[A  ]| Or what a spectacle the skipper gross,
071:36,094[A  ]| A water-Hercules butter-coloss,
071:36,095[A  ]| Tunned up with all their several towns of beer;
071:36,096[A  ]| When staggering upon some land, snick and sneer,
071:36,097[A  ]| They try, like statuaries, if they can,
071:36,098[A  ]| Cut out each other's Athos to a man:
071:36,099[A  ]| And carve in their large bodies, where they please,
071:36,100[A  ]| The arms of the United Provinces. <100>
071:36,101[A  ]| But when such amity at home is showed;
071:36,102[A  ]| What then are their confederacies abroad?
071:36,103[A  ]| Let this one courtesy witness all the rest;
071:36,104[A  ]| When their whole navy they together pressed,
071:36,105[A  ]| Not Christian captives to redeem from bands:
071:36,106[A  ]| Or intercept the western golden sands:
071:36,107[A  ]| No, but all ancient rights and leagues must vail,
071:36,108[A  ]| Rather than to the English strike their fail;
071:36,109[A  ]| To whom their weather-beaten province owes
071:36,110[A  ]| Itself, when as some greater vessel tows <110>
071:36,111[A  ]| A cockboat tossed with the same wind and fate;
071:36,112[A  ]| We buoyed so often up their sinking state.
071:36,113[A  ]| Was this Jus Belli et Pacis; could this be
071:36,114[A  ]| Cause why their burgomaster of the sea
071:36,115[A  ]| Rammed with gun powder, flaming with brand wine,
071:36,116[A  ]| Should raging hold his linstock to the mine?
071:36,117[A  ]| While, with feigned treaties, they invade by stealth
071:36,118[A  ]| Our sore new circumcised Common wealth.
071:36,119[A  ]| Yet of his vain attempt no more he sees
071:36,120[A  ]| Than of case-butter shot and bullet-cheese. <120>
071:36,121[A  ]| And the torn navy staggered with him home,
071:36,122[A  ]| While the sea laughed itself into a foam,
071:36,123[A  ]| It is true since that (as fortune kindly sports,)
071:36,124[A  ]| A wholesome danger drove us to our ports.
071:36,125[A  ]| While half their banished keels the tempest tossed,
071:36,126[A  ]| Half bound at home in prison to the frost:
071:36,127[A  ]| That ours meantime at leisure might careen,
071:36,128[A  ]| In a calm winter, under skies serene.
071:36,129[A  ]| As the obsequious air and waters rest,
071:36,130[A  ]| Till the dear halcyon hatch out all its nest. <130>
071:36,131[A  ]| The Commonwealth doth by its losses grow;
071:36,132[A  ]| And, like it own seas, only ebbs to flow.
071:36,133[A  ]| Besides that very agitation laves,
071:36,134[A  ]| And purges out the corruptible waves.
071:36,135[A  ]| And now again our armed Bucentore
071:36,136[A  ]| Doth yearly their sea nuptials restore.
071:36,137[A  ]| And how the hydra of seven provinces
071:36,138[A  ]| Is strangled by our infant Hercules.
071:36,139[A  ]| Their tortoise wants its vainly stretched neck;
071:36,140[A  ]| Their navy all our conquest of our wreck: <140>
071:36,141[A  ]| Or, what is left, their Carthage overcome
071:36,142[A  ]| Would render fain unto our better Rome.
071:36,143[A  ]| Unless our Senate, lest their youth disuse,
071:36,144[A  ]| The war, (but who would) peace if begged refuse.
071:36,145[A  ]| For now of nothing may our state despair,
071:36,146[A  ]| Darling of heaven, and of men the care;
071:36,147[A  ]| Provided that they be what they have been,
071:36,148[A  ]| Watchful abroad, and honest still within.
071:36,149[A  ]| For while our Neptune doth a trident shake,
071:36,150[A  ]| Steeled with those piercing heads, Dean, Monck and Blake. <150>
071:36,151[A  ]| And while Jove governs in the highest sphere,
071:36,152[A  ]| Vainly in hell let Pluto domineer.
071:36,000['  ]| <From the 1681 folio. Also in Bod. MS Eng. poet.d.49>
071:36,000['  ]| <This poem was first published whole in the 1681 folio.>
071:36,000['  ]| < (ll.1-100 can also be found in Harleian Miscellany v.613>
071:36,000['  ]| < (London, printed by T. Mabb for Robert Horn, at the Angel>
071:36,000['  ]| < in Pope's-Head Alley, (1665) headed "The Character of >
071:36,000['  ]| <Holland" where discrepancies can be found at l.15 piles for>
071:36,000['  ]| < pills, l.51 State...looks for States...look, l.61 to be instead of>
071:36,000['  ]| < for their.)> 
071:37,000['  ]| <Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg >
071:37,000['  ]| <and the Lady Mary Cromwell.>
071:37,000['  ]| <First.>
071:37,000['  ]| <Chorus. Endymion. Luna.>
071:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:37,001[D  ]| The astrologer's own eyes are set,
071:37,002[D  ]| And even wolves the sheep forget;
071:37,003[D  ]| Only this shepherd, late and soon,
071:37,004[D  ]| Upon this hill outwakes the moon.
071:37,005[D  ]| Hark how he sings, with sad delight,
071:37,006[D  ]| Through the clear and silent night.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,007[B  ]| Cynthia, O Cynthia, turn thine ear,
071:37,008[B  ]| Nor scorn Endymion's plaints to hear.
071:37,009[B  ]| As we our flocks, so you command
071:37,010[B  ]| The fleecy clouds with silver wand. <10>
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,011[C  ]| If thou a mortal, rather sleep;
071:37,012[C  ]| Or if a shepherd, watch thy sheep.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,013[B  ]| The shepherd, since he saw thine eyes,
071:37,014[B  ]| And sheep are both thy sacrifice.
071:37,015[B  ]| Nor merits he a mortal's name,
071:37,016[B  ]| That burns with an immortal flame.
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,017[C  ]| I have enough for me to do,
071:37,018[C  ]| Ruling the waves that ebb and flow.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,019[B  ]| Since thou disdainest not then to share
071:37,020[B  ]| On sublunary things thy care; <20>
071:37,021[B  ]| Rather restrain these double seas,
071:37,022[B  ]| Mine eyes' incessant deluges.
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,023[C  ]| My wakeful lamp all night must move,
071:37,024[C  ]| Securing their repose above.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,025[B  ]| If therefore thy resplendent ray
071:37,026[B  ]| Can make a night more bright than day;
071:37,027[B  ]| Shine through this obscurer breast,
071:37,028[B  ]| With shades of deep despair oppressed.
071:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:37,029[D  ]| Courage, Endymion, boldly woo,
071:37,030[D  ]| Anchises was a shepherd too: <30>
071:37,031[D  ]| Yet is her younger sister laid
071:37,032[D  ]| Sporting with him in Ida's shade:
071:37,033[D  ]| And Cynthia, though the strongest,
071:37,034[D  ]| Seeks but the honour to have held out longest.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,035[B  ]| Here unto Latmos' top I climb:
071:37,036[B  ]| How far below thine orb sublime?
071:37,037[B  ]| O why, as well as eyes to see,
071:37,038[B  ]| Have I not arms that reach to thee?
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,039[C  ]| It is needless then that I refuse,
071:37,040[C  ]| Would you but your own reason use. <40>
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,041[B  ]| Though I so high may not pretend,
071:37,042[B  ]| It is the same so you descend.
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,043[C  ]| These stars would say I do them wrong,
071:37,044[C  ]| Rivals each one for thee too strong.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,045[B  ]| The stars are fixed unto their sphere,
071:37,046[B  ]| And cannot, though they would, come near.
071:37,047[B  ]| Less loves set of each other's praise,
071:37,048[B  ]| While stars eclipse by mixing rays.
071:37,000['  ]| <Cynthia.>
071:37,049[C  ]| That cave is dark.
071:37,000['  ]| <Endymion.>
071:37,050[B  ]| Then none can spy:  <50>
071:37,051[B  ]| Or shine thou there and it is the sky.
071:37,000['  ]| <Chorus.>
071:37,052[D  ]| Joy to Endymion,
071:37,053[D  ]| For he has Cynthia's favour won.
071:37,054[D  ]| And Jove himself approves.
071:37,055[D  ]| With his serenest influence their loves.
071:37,056[D  ]| For he did never love to pair
071:37,057[D  ]| His progeny above the air;
071:37,058[D  ]| But to be honest, valiant, wise,
071:37,059[D  ]| Makes mortals matches fit for deities.
071:38,000['  ]| <Second Song.>
071:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin.>
071:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
071:38,001[B  ]| Phillis, Tomalin, away:
071:38,002[B  ]| Never such a merry day.
071:38,003[B  ]| For the northern shepherd's son
071:38,004[B  ]| Has Menalca's daughter won.
071:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
071:38,005[C  ]| Stay till I some flowers have tied
071:38,006[C  ]| In a garland for the bride.
071:38,000['  ]| <Tomalin.>
071:38,007[D  ]| If thou wouldst a garland bring,
071:38,008[D  ]| Phillis you may wait the spring:
071:38,009[D  ]| They have chosen such an hour
071:38,010[D  ]| When she is the only flower. <10>
071:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
071:38,011[C  ]| Let us not then at least be seen
071:38,012[C  ]| Without each a sprig of green.
071:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
071:38,013[B  ]| Fear not; at Menalca's hall
071:38,014[B  ]| There is bays enough for all.
071:38,015[B  ]| He when young as we did graze,
071:38,016[B  ]| But when old he planted bays.
071:38,000['  ]| <Tomalin.>
071:38,017[D  ]| Here she comes; but with a look
071:38,018[D  ]| Far more catching than my hook.
071:38,019[D  ]| It was those eyes, I now dare swear,
071:38,020[D  ]| Led our lambs we knew not where. <20>
071:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
071:38,021[B  ]| Not our lambs' own fleeces are
071:38,022[B  ]| Curled so lovely as her hair:
071:38,023[B  ]| Nor our sheep new washed can be
071:38,024[B  ]| Half so white or sweet as she.
071:38,000['  ]| <Phillis.>
071:38,025[C  ]| He so looks as fit to keep
071:38,026[C  ]| Somewhat else than silly sheep.
071:38,000['  ]| <Hobbinol.>
071:38,027[B  ]| Come, let us in some carol new
071:38,028[B  ]| Pay to love and them their due.
071:38,000['  ]| <All.>
071:38,029[X  ]| Joy to that happy pair,
071:38,030[X  ]| Whose hopes united banish our despair. <30>
071:38,031[X  ]| What shepherd could for love pretend,
071:38,032[X  ]| Whilst all the nymphs on Damon's choice attend?
071:38,033[X  ]| What shepherdess could hope to wed
071:38,034[X  ]| Before Marina's turn were sped?
071:38,035[X  ]| Now lesser beauties may take place,
071:38,036[X  ]| And meaner virtues come in play;
071:38,037[X  ]| While they,
071:38,038[X  ]| Looking from high,
071:38,039[X  ]| Shall grace
071:38,040[X  ]| Our flocks and us with a propitious eye. <40>
071:38,041[X  ]| But what is most, the gentle swain
071:38,042[X  ]| No more shall need of love complain;
071:38,043[X  ]| But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
071:38,044[X  ]| And those be equal that have equal fire.
071:38,045[X  ]| Marina yields. Who dares be coy?
071:38,046[X  ]| Or who despair, now Damon does enjoy?
071:38,047[X  ]| Joy to that happy pair,
071:38,048[X  ]| Whose hopes united banish our despair.
071:38,000['  ]| <These two marriage songs come from the 1681 folio.>