101:01,000['  ]| <\MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\> 
101:01,000['  ]| <On the Morning of CHRISTS Nativity.> 
101:01,000['  ]| <Compos'd 1629.> 
101:01,000['  ]| <I> 
101:01,001[A  ]| THIS is the Month, and this the happy morn 
101:01,002[A  ]| Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, 
101:01,003[A  ]| Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, 
101:01,004[A  ]| Our great redemption from above did bring; 
101:01,005[A  ]| For so the holy sages once did sing, 
101:01,006[A  ]| That he our deadly forfeit should release, 
101:01,007[A  ]| And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.  
101:01,000['  ]| <II> 
101:01,008[A  ]| That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, 
101:01,009[A  ]| And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty, 
101:01,010[A  ]| Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table, 
101:01,011[A  ]| To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, 
101:01,012[A  ]| He laid aside; and here with us to be, 
101:01,013[A  ]| Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day, 
101:01,014[A  ]| And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay.  
101:01,000['  ]| <III> 
101:01,015[A  ]| Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 
101:01,016[A  ]| Afford a present to the Infant God?  
101:01,017[A  ]| Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein, 
101:01,018[A  ]| To welcom him to this his new abode, 
101:01,019[A  ]| Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod, 
101:01,020[A  ]| Hath took no print of the approching light, 
101:01,021[A  ]| And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?  
101:01,000['  ]| <IV> 
101:01,022[A  ]| See how from far upon the Eastern rode 
101:01,023[A  ]| The Star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet, 
101:01,024[A  ]| O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, 
101:01,025[A  ]| And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; 
101:01,026[A  ]| Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to greet, 
101:01,027[A  ]| And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire, 
101:01,028[A  ]| From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire.  
101:01,000['  ]| <The Hymn.> 
101:01,000['  ]| <I> 
101:01,029[A  ]| IT was the Winter wilde, 
101:01,030[A  ]| While the Heav'n-born-childe, 
101:01,031[A  ]| All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; 
101:01,032[A  ]| Nature in aw to him 
101:01,033[A  ]| Had doff't her gawdy trim, 
101:01,034[A  ]| With her great Master so to sympathize:  
101:01,035[A  ]| It was no season then for her 
101:01,036[A  ]| To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.  
101:01,000['  ]| <II> 
101:01,037[A  ]| Only with speeches fair 
101:01,038[A  ]| She woo's the gentle Air 
101:01,039[A  ]| To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow, 
101:01,040[A  ]| And on her naked shame, 
101:01,041[A  ]| Pollute with sinfull blame, 
101:01,042[A  ]| The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw, 
101:01,043[A  ]| Confounded, that her Makers eyes 
101:01,044[A  ]| Should look so neer upon her foul deformities.  
101:01,000['  ]| <III> 
101:01,045[A  ]| But he her fears to cease, 
101:01,046[A  ]| Sent down the meek-eyd Peace, 
101:01,047[A  ]| She crown'd with Olive green, came softly sliding 
101:01,048[A  ]| Down through the turning sphear 
101:01,049[A  ]| His ready Harbinger, 
101:01,050[A  ]| With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 
101:01,051[A  ]| And waving wide her mirtle wand, 
101:01,052[A  ]| She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land.  
101:01,000['  ]| <IV> 
101:01,053[A  ]| No War, or Battails sound 
101:01,054[A  ]| Was heard the World around, 
101:01,055[A  ]| The idle spear and shield were high up hung; 
101:01,056[A  ]| The hooked Chariot stood 
101:01,057[A  ]| Unstain'd with hostile blood, 
101:01,058[A  ]| The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng, 
101:01,059[A  ]| And Kings sate still with awfull eye, 
101:01,060[A  ]| As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.  
101:01,000['  ]| <V> 
101:01,061[A  ]| But peacefull was the night 
101:01,062[A  ]| Wherin the Prince of light 
101:01,063[A  ]| His raign of peace upon the earth began:  
101:01,064[A  ]| The Windes with wonder whist, 
101:01,065[A  ]| Smoothly the waters kist, 
101:01,066[A  ]| Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, 
101:01,067[A  ]| Who now hath quite forgot to rave, 
101:01,068[A  ]| While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.  
101:01,000['  ]| <VI> 
101:01,069[A  ]| The Stars with deep amaze 
101:01,070[A  ]| Stand fixt in stedfast gaze, 
101:01,071[A  ]| Bending one way their pretious influence, 
101:01,072[A  ]| And will not take their flight, 
101:01,073[A  ]| For all the morning light, 
101:01,074[A  ]| Or \Lucifer\ that often warn'd them thence; 
101:01,075[A  ]| But in their glimmering Orbs did glow, 
101:01,076[A  ]| Untill their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.  
101:01,000['  ]| <VII> 
101:01,077[A  ]| And though the shady gloom 
101:01,078[A  ]| Had given day her room, 
101:01,079[A  ]| The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed, 
101:01,080[A  ]| And hid his head for shame, 
101:01,081[A  ]| As his inferiour flame, 
101:01,082[A  ]| The new enlightn'd world no more should need; 
101:01,083[A  ]| He saw a greater Sun appear 
101:01,084[A  ]| Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.  
101:01,000['  ]| <VIII> 
101:01,085[A  ]| The Shepherds on the Lawn, 
101:01,086[A  ]| Or ere the point of dawn, 
101:01,087[A  ]| Sate simply chatting in a rustick row; 
101:01,088[A  ]| Full little thought they than, 
101:01,089[A  ]| That the mighty \Pan\ 
101:01,090[A  ]| Was kindly com to live with them below; 
101:01,091[A  ]| Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep, 
101:01,092[A  ]| Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep.  
101:01,000['  ]| <IX> 
101:01,093[A  ]| When such musick sweet 
101:01,094[A  ]| Their hearts and ears did greet, 
101:01,095[A  ]| As never was by mortall finger strook, 
101:01,096[A  ]| Divinely-warbled voice 
101:01,097[A  ]| Answering the stringed noise, 
101:01,098[A  ]| As all their souls in blisfull rapture took:  
101:01,099[A  ]| The Air such pleasure loth to lose, 
101:01,100[A  ]| With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close.  
101:01,000['  ]| <X> 
101:01,101[A  ]| Nature that heard such sound 
101:01,102[A  ]| Beneath the hollow round 
101:01,103[A  ]| Of \Cynthia's\ seat, the Airy region thrilling, 
101:01,104[A  ]| Now was almost won 
101:01,105[A  ]| To think her part was don, 
101:01,106[A  ]| And that her raign had here its last fulfilling; 
101:01,107[A  ]| She knew such harmony alone 
101:01,108[A  ]| Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XI> 
101:01,109[A  ]| At last surrounds their sight 
101:01,110[A  ]| A Globe of circular light, 
101:01,111[A  ]| That with long beams the shame-fac't night array'd, 
101:01,112[A  ]| The helmed Cherubim 
101:01,113[A  ]| And sworded Seraphim, 
101:01,114[A  ]| Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid, 
101:01,115[A  ]| Harping in loud and solemn quire, 
101:01,116[A  ]| With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new-born Heir.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XII> 
101:01,117[A  ]| Such Musick (as 'tis said) 
101:01,118[A  ]| Before was never made, 
101:01,119[A  ]| But when of old the sons of morning sung, 
101:01,120[A  ]| While the Creator Great 
101:01,121[A  ]| His constellations set, 
101:01,122[A  ]| And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung, 
101:01,123[A  ]| And cast the dark foundations deep, 
101:01,124[A  ]| And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XIII> 
101:01,125[A  ]| Ring out ye Crystall sphears, 
101:01,126[A  ]| Once bless our human ears, 
101:01,127[A  ]| (If ye have power to touch our senses so) 
101:01,128[A  ]| And let your silver chime 
101:01,129[A  ]| Move in melodious time; 
101:01,130[A  ]| And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow, 
101:01,131[A  ]| And with your ninefold harmony 
101:01,132[A  ]| Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphony.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XIV> 
101:01,133[A  ]| For if such holy Song 
101:01,134[A  ]| Enwrap our fancy long, 
101:01,135[A  ]| Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, 
101:01,136[A  ]| And speckl'd vanity 
101:01,137[A  ]| Will sicken soon and die, 
101:01,138[A  ]| And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould, 
101:01,139[A  ]| And Hell it*self will pass away, 
101:01,140[A  ]| And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XV> 
101:01,141[A  ]| Yea Truth, and Justice then 
101:01,142[A  ]| Will down return to men, 
101:01,143[A  ]| Th'enameld \Arras\ of the Rain-bow wearing, 
101:01,144[A  ]| And Mercy set between, 
101:01,145[A  ]| Thron'd in Celestiall sheen, 
101:01,146[A  ]| With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing, 
101:01,147[A  ]| And Heav'n as at som festivall, 
101:01,148[A  ]| Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XVI> 
101:01,149[A  ]| But wisest Fate sayes no, 
101:01,150[A  ]| This must not yet be so, 
101:01,151[A  ]| The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy, 
101:01,152[A  ]| That on the bitter cross 
101:01,153[A  ]| Must redeem our loss; 
101:01,154[A  ]| So both himself and us to glorifie:  
101:01,155[A  ]| Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep, 
101:01,156[A  ]| The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep, 
101:01,000['  ]| <XVII> 
101:01,157[A  ]| With such a horrid clang 
101:01,158[A  ]| As on mount \Sinai\ rang 
101:01,159[A  ]| While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake:  
101:01,160[A  ]| The aged Earth agast 
101:01,161[A  ]| With terrour of that blast, 
101:01,162[A  ]| Shall from the surface to the center shake, 
101:01,163[A  ]| When at the worlds last session, 
101:01,164[A  ]| The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XVIII> 
101:01,165[A  ]| And then at last our bliss 
101:01,166[A  ]| Full and perfect is, 
101:01,167[A  ]| But now begins; for from this happy day 
101:01,168[A  ]| Th'old Dragon under ground 
101:01,169[A  ]| In straiter limits bound, 
101:01,170[A  ]| Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 
101:01,171[A  ]| And wrath to see his Kingdom fail, 
101:01,172[A  ]| Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XIX> 
101:01,173[A  ]| The Oracles are dumm, 
101:01,174[A  ]| No voice of hideous humm 
101:01,175[A  ]| Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.  
101:01,176[A  ]| \Apollo\ from his shrine 
101:01,177[A  ]| Can no more divine, 
101:01,178[A  ]| With hollow shreik the steep of \Delphos\ leaving.  
101:01,179[A  ]| No nightly trance, or breathed spell, 
101:01,180[A  ]| Inspire's the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XX> 
101:01,181[A  ]| The lonely mountains o're, 
101:01,182[A  ]| And the resounding shore, 
101:01,183[A  ]| A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; 
101:01,184[A  ]| From haunted spring, and dale 
101:01,185[A  ]| Edg'd with poplar pale, 
101:01,186[A  ]| The parting Genius is with sighing sent, 
101:01,187[A  ]| With flowre-inwov'n tresses torn 
101:01,188[A  ]| The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXI> 
101:01,189[A  ]| In consecrated Earth, 
101:01,190[A  ]| And on the holy Hearth, 
101:01,191[A  ]| The \Lars\, and \Lemures\ moan with midnight plaint, 
101:01,192[A  ]| In Urns, and Altars round, 
101:01,193[A  ]| A drear, and dying sound 
101:01,194[A  ]| Affrights the \Flamins\ at their service quaint; 
101:01,195[A  ]| And the chill Marble seems to sweat, 
101:01,196[A  ]| While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXII> 
101:01,197[A  ]| \Peor\, and \Baalim\, 
101:01,198[A  ]| Forsake their Temples dim, 
101:01,199[A  ]| With that twise-batter'd god of \Palestine\, 
101:01,200[A  ]| And mooned \Ashtaroth\, 
101:01,201[A  ]| Heav'ns Queen and Mother both, 
101:01,202[A  ]| Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine, 
101:01,203[A  ]| The Libyc \Hammon\ shrinks his horn, 
101:01,204[A  ]| In vain the \Tyrian\ Maids their wounded \Thamuz\ mourn.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXIII> 
101:01,205[A  ]| And sullen \Moloch\ fled, 
101:01,206[A  ]| Hath left in shadows dred, 
101:01,207[A  ]| His burning Idol all of blackest hue, 
101:01,208[A  ]| In vain with Cymbals ring, 
101:01,209[A  ]| They call the grisly king, 
101:01,210[A  ]| In dismall dance about the furnace blue; 
101:01,211[A  ]| The brutish gods of \Nile\ as fast, 
101:01,212[A  ]| \Isis\ and \Orus\, and the dog \Anubis\ hast.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXIV> 
101:01,213[A  ]| Nor is \Osiris\ seen 
101:01,214[A  ]| In \Memphian\ Grove, or Green, 
101:01,215[A  ]| Trampling the unshowr'd Grasse with lowings loud:  
101:01,216[A  ]| Nor can he be at rest 
101:01,217[A  ]| Within his sacred chest, 
101:01,218[A  ]| Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud, 
101:01,219[A  ]| In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark 
101:01,220[A  ]| The sable-stoled Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXV> 
101:01,221[A  ]| He feels from \Juda's\ Land 
101:01,222[A  ]| The dredded Infants hand, 
101:01,223[A  ]| The rayes of \Bethlehem\ blind his dusky eyn; 
101:01,224[A  ]| Nor all the gods beside, 
101:01,225[A  ]| Longer dare abide, 
101:01,226[A  ]| Not \Typhon\ huge ending in snaky twine:  
101:01,227[A  ]| Our Babe to shew his Godhead true, 
101:01,228[A  ]| Can in his swadling bands controul the damned crew.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXVI> 
101:01,229[A  ]| So when the Sun in bed, 
101:01,230[A  ]| Curtain'd with cloudy red, 
101:01,231[A  ]| Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave, 
101:01,232[A  ]| The flocking shadows pale, 
101:01,233[A  ]| Troop to th'infernall jail, 
101:01,234[A  ]| Each fetter'd Ghost slips to his severall grave, 
101:01,235[A  ]| And the yellow-skirted \Fayes\, 
101:01,236[A  ]| Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze.  
101:01,000['  ]| <XXVII> 
101:01,237[A  ]| But see the Virgin blest, 
101:01,238[A  ]| Hath laid her Babe to rest.  
101:01,239[A  ]| Time is our tedious song should here have ending, 
101:01,240[A  ]| Heav'ns youngest teemed Star, 
101:01,241[A  ]| Hath fixt her polisht Car, 
101:01,242[A  ]| Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending:  
101:01,243[A  ]| And all about the Courtly Stable, 
101:01,244[A  ]| Bright-harnest Angels sit in order serviceable.  
101:02,000['  ]| <The Passion.> 
101:02,000['  ]| <I> 
101:02,001[A  ]| ERE-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, 
101:02,002[A  ]| Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, 
101:02,003[A  ]| And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth, 
101:02,004[A  ]| My muse with Angels did divide to sing; 
101:02,005[A  ]| But headlong joy is ever on the wing, 
101:02,006[A  ]| In wintry solstice like the shortn'd light 
101:02,007[A  ]| Soon swallow'd up in dark and long out-living night.  
101:02,000['  ]| <II> 
101:02,008[A  ]| For now to sorrow must I tune my song, 
101:02,009[A  ]| And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo, 
101:02,010[A  ]| Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long, 
101:02,011[A  ]| Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse then so, 
101:02,012[A  ]| Which he for us did freely undergo.  
101:02,013[A  ]| Most perfect \Heroe\, try'd in heaviest plight 
101:02,014[A  ]| Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight.  
101:02,000['  ]| <III> 
101:02,015[A  ]| He sov'ran Priest stooping his regal head 
101:02,016[A  ]| That drops with odorous oil down his fair eyes, 
101:02,017[A  ]| Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered, 
101:02,018[A  ]| His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies; 
101:02,019[A  ]| O what a Mask was there, what a disguise!  
101:02,020[A  ]| Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, 
101:02,021[A  ]| Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens side.  
101:02,000['  ]| <IV> 
101:02,022[A  ]| These latter scenes confine my roving vers, 
101:02,023[A  ]| To this Horizon is my \Phoebus\ bound, 
101:02,024[A  ]| His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, 
101:02,025[A  ]| And former sufferings other where are found; 
101:02,026[A  ]| Loud o're the rest \Cremona's\ Trump doth sound; 
101:02,027[A  ]| Me softer airs befit, and softer strings 
101:02,028[A  ]| Of Lute, or Viol still, more apt for mournful things.  
101:02,000['  ]| <V> 
101:02,029[A  ]| Befriend me night best Patroness of grief, 
101:02,030[A  ]| Over the Pole thy thickest mantle throw, 
101:02,031[A  ]| And work my flatter'd fancy to belief, 
101:02,032[A  ]| That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo; 
101:02,033[A  ]| My sorrows are too dark for day to know:  
101:02,034[A  ]| The leaves should all be black wheron I write, 
101:02,035[A  ]| And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white.  
101:02,000['  ]| <VI> 
101:02,036[A  ]| See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels, 
101:02,037[A  ]| That whirl'd the Prophet up at \Chebar\ flood, 
101:02,038[A  ]| My spirit som transporting \Cherub\ feels, 
101:02,039[A  ]| To bear me where the Towers of \Salem\ stood, 
101:02,040[A  ]| Once glorious Towers, now sunk in guiltles blood; 
101:02,041[A  ]| There doth my soul in holy vision sit 
101:02,042[A  ]| In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatick fit.  
101:02,000['  ]| <VII> 
101:02,043[A  ]| Mine eye hath found that sad Sepulchral rock 
101:02,044[A  ]| That was the Casket of Heav'ns richest store, 
101:02,045[A  ]| And here though grief my feeble hands up-lock, 
101:02,046[A  ]| Yet on the softned Quarry would I score 
101:02,047[A  ]| My plaining vers as lively as before; 
101:02,048[A  ]| For sure so well instructed are my tears, 
101:02,049[A  ]| That they would fitly fall in order'd Characters.  
101:02,000['  ]| <VIII> 
101:02,050[A  ]| Or should I thence hurried on viewles wing, 
101:02,051[A  ]| Take up a weeping on the Mountains wilde, 
101:02,052[A  ]| The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring 
101:02,053[A  ]| Would soon unboosom all their Echoes milde, 
101:02,054[A  ]| And I (for grief is easily beguild) 
101:02,055[A  ]| Might think th'infection of my sorrows loud, 
101:02,056[A  ]| Had got a race of mourners on som pregnant cloud.  
101:03,000['  ]| <On Time.> 
101:03,001[A  ]| FLY envious \Time\, till thou run out thy race, 
101:03,002[A  ]| Call on the lazy leaden-steeping hours, 
101:03,003[A  ]| Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; 
101:03,004[A  ]| And glut thy*self with what thy womb devours, 
101:03,005[A  ]| Which is no more then what is false and vaine, 
101:03,006[A  ]| And meerly mortal dross; 
101:03,007[A  ]| So little is our loss, 
101:03,008[A  ]| So little is thy gain.  
101:03,009[A  ]| For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd, 
101:03,010[A  ]| And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd, 
101:03,011[A  ]| Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss 
101:03,012[A  ]| With an individual kiss; 
101:03,013[A  ]| And Joy shall overtake us as a flood, 
101:03,014[A  ]| When every*thing that is sincerely good 
101:03,015[A  ]| And perfectly divine, 
101:03,016[A  ]| With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine 
101:03,017[A  ]| About the supreme Throne 
101:03,018[A  ]| Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone, 
101:03,019[A  ]| When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime, 
101:03,020[A  ]| Then all this Earthy grosnes quit, 
101:03,021[A  ]| Attir'd with Stars, we shall for*ever sit, 
101:03,022[A  ]| Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.  
101:04,000['  ]| <Upon the Circumcision.> 
101:04,001[A  ]| YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, 
101:04,002[A  ]| That erst with Musick, and triumphant song 
101:04,003[A  ]| First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, 
101:04,004[A  ]| So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along 
101:04,005[A  ]| Through the soft silence of the list'ning night; 
101:04,006[A  ]| Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear 
101:04,007[A  ]| Your fiery essence can distill no tear, 
101:04,008[A  ]| Burn in your sighs, and borrow 
101:04,009[A  ]| Seas wept from our deep sorrow, 
101:04,010[A  ]| He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare 
101:04,011[A  ]| Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease; 
101:04,012[A  ]| Alas, how soon our sin 
101:04,013[A  ]| Sore doth begin 
101:04,014[A  ]| His Infancy to sease!  
101:04,015[A  ]| O more exceeding love or law more just?  
101:04,016[A  ]| Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!  
101:04,017[A  ]| For we by rightfull doom remediles 
101:04,018[A  ]| Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above 
101:04,019[A  ]| High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frail dust 
101:04,020[A  ]| Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes; 
101:04,021[A  ]| And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress 
101:04,022[A  ]| Intirely satisfi'd, 
101:04,023[A  ]| And the full wrath beside 
101:04,024[A  ]| Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, 
101:04,025[A  ]| And seals obedience first with wounding smart 
101:04,026[A  ]| This day, but O ere long 
101:04,027[A  ]| Huge pangs and strong 
101:04,028[A  ]| Will pierce more neer his heart.  
101:05,000['  ]| <At a Solemn Musick.> 
101:05,001[A  ]| BLEST pair of \Sirens\, pledges of Heav'ns joy, 
101:05,002[A  ]| Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers, 
101:05,003[A  ]| Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ 
101:05,004[A  ]| Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce, 
101:05,005[A  ]| And to our high-rais'd phantasie present, 
101:05,006[A  ]| That undisturbed Song of pure content, 
101:05,007[A  ]| Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne 
101:05,008[A  ]| To him that sits theron 
101:05,009[A  ]| With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily, 
101:05,010[A  ]| Where the bright Seraphim in burning row 
101:05,011[A  ]| Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow, 
101:05,012[A  ]| And the Cherubick host in thousand quires 
101:05,013[A  ]| Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, 
101:05,014[A  ]| With those just spirits that wear victorious Palms, 
101:05,015[A  ]| Hymns devout and holy Psalms 
101:05,016[A  ]| Singing everlastingly; 
101:05,017[A  ]| That we on Earth with undiscording voice 
101:05,018[A  ]| May rightly answer that melodious noise; 
101:05,019[A  ]| As once we did, till disproportion'd sin 
101:05,020[A  ]| Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din 
101:05,021[A  ]| Broke the fair musick that all creatures made 
101:05,022[A  ]| To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd 
101:05,023[A  ]| In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood 
101:05,024[A  ]| In first obedience, and their state of good.  
101:05,025[A  ]| O may we soon again renew that Song, 
101:05,026[A  ]| And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long 
101:05,027[A  ]| To his celestial consort us unite, 
101:05,028[A  ]| To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.  
101:06,000['  ]| <An Epitaph on the Marchioness of> 
101:06,000['  ]| <\Winchester.\> 
101:06,001[A  ]| THIS rich Marble doth enterr 
101:06,002[A  ]| The honour'd Wife of \Winchester\, 
101:06,003[A  ]| A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, 
101:06,004[A  ]| Besides what her vertues fair 
101:06,005[A  ]| Added to her noble birth, 
101:06,006[A  ]| More then she could own from Earth.  
101:06,007[A  ]| Summers three times eight save one 
101:06,008[A  ]| She had told, alas too soon, 
101:06,009[A  ]| After so short time of breath, 
101:06,010[A  ]| To house with darknes, and with death.  
101:06,011[A  ]| Yet had the number of her days 
101:06,012[A  ]| Bin as compleat as was her praise, 
101:06,013[A  ]| Nature and fate had had no strife 
101:06,014[A  ]| In giving limit to her life.  
101:06,015[A  ]| Her high birth, and her graces sweet, 
101:06,016[A  ]| Quickly found a lover meet; 
101:06,017[A  ]| The Virgin quire for her request 
101:06,018[A  ]| The God that sits at marriage feast; 
101:06,019[A  ]| He at their invoking came 
101:06,020[A  ]| But with a scarce-wel-lighted flame; 
101:06,021[A  ]| And in his Garland as he stood, 
101:06,022[A  ]| Ye might discern a Cipress bud.  
101:06,023[A  ]| Once had the early Matrons run 
101:06,024[A  ]| To greet her of a lovely son, 
101:06,025[A  ]| And now with second hope she goes, 
101:06,026[A  ]| And calls \Lucina\ to her throes; 
101:06,027[A  ]| But whether by mischance or blame 
101:06,028[A  ]| \Atropos\ for \Lucina\ came; 
101:06,029[A  ]| And with remorsles cruelty, 
101:06,030[A  ]| Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree:  
101:06,031[A  ]| The haples Babe before his birth 
101:06,032[A  ]| Had burial, yet not laid in earth, 
101:06,033[A  ]| And the languisht Mothers Womb 
101:06,034[A  ]| Was not long a living Tomb.  
101:06,035[A  ]| So have I seen som tender slip 
101:06,036[A  ]| Sav'd with care from Winters nip, 
101:06,037[A  ]| The pride of her carnation train, 
101:06,038[A  ]| Pluck't up by som unheedy swain, 
101:06,039[A  ]| Who onely thought to crop the flowr 
101:06,040[A  ]| New shot up from vernall showr; 
101:06,041[A  ]| But the fair blossom hangs the head 
101:06,042[A  ]| Side-ways as on a dying bed, 
101:06,043[A  ]| And those Pearls of dew she wears, 
101:06,044[A  ]| Prove to be presaging tears 
101:06,045[A  ]| Which the sad morn had let fall 
101:06,046[A  ]| On her hast'ning funerall.  
101:06,047[A  ]| Gentle Lady may thy grave 
101:06,048[A  ]| Peace and quiet ever have; 
101:06,049[A  ]| Afte this thy travail sore 
101:06,050[A  ]| Sweet rest sease thee evermore, 
101:06,051[A  ]| That to give the world encrease, 
101:06,052[A  ]| Shortned hast thy own lives lease; 
101:06,053[A  ]| Here besides the sorrowing 
101:06,054[A  ]| That thy noble House doth bring, 
101:06,055[A  ]| Here be tears of perfect moan 
101:06,056[A  ]| Weept for thee in \Helicon\, 
101:06,057[A  ]| And som Flowers, and som Bays, 
101:06,058[A  ]| For thy Hears to strew the ways, 
101:06,059[A  ]| Sent thee from the banks of \Came\, 
101:06,060[A  ]| Devoted to thy vertuous name; 
101:06,061[A  ]| Whilst thou bright Saint high sit'st in glory, 
101:06,062[A  ]| Next her much like to thee in story, 
101:06,063[A  ]| That fair \Syrian\ Shepherdess, 
101:06,064[A  ]| Who after yeers of barrennes, 
101:06,065[A  ]| The highly favour'd \Joseph\ bore 
101:06,066[A  ]| To him that serv'd for her before, 
101:06,067[A  ]| And at her next birth much like thee, 
101:06,068[A  ]| Through pangs fled to felicity, 
101:06,069[A  ]| Far within the boosom bright 
101:06,070[A  ]| Of blazing Majesty and Light, 
101:06,071[A  ]| There with thee, new welcom Saint, 
101:06,072[A  ]| Like fortunes may her soul acquaint, 
101:06,073[A  ]| With thee there clad in radiant sheen, 
101:06,074[A  ]| No Marchioness, but now a Queen.  
101:07,000['  ]| <SONG> 
101:07,000['  ]| <On \May\ morning.> 
101:07,001[A  ]| Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger, 
101:07,002[A  ]| Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her 
101:07,003[A  ]| The Flowry \May\, who from her green lap throws 
101:07,004[A  ]| The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.  
101:07,005[A  ]| Hail bounteous \May\ that dost inspire 
101:07,006[A  ]| Mirth and youth, and warm desire, 
101:07,007[A  ]| Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing, 
101:07,008[A  ]| Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.  
101:07,009[A  ]| Thus we salute thee with our early Song, 
101:07,010[A  ]| And welcom thee, and wish thee long.  
101:08,000['  ]| <On \Shakespear\.  1630.> 
101:08,001[A  ]| WHAT needs my \Shakespear\ for his honour'd Bones, 
101:08,002[A  ]| The labour of an age in piled Stones, 
101:08,003[A  ]| Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid 
101:08,004[A  ]| Under a Star-ypointing \Pyramid\?  
101:08,005[A  ]| Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, 
101:08,006[A  ]| What need'st thou such weak witnes of thy name?  
101:08,007[A  ]| Thou in our wonder and astonishment 
101:08,008[A  ]| Hast built thy*self a live-long Monument.  
101:08,009[A  ]| For whilst to th'shame of slow-endeavouring art, 
101:08,010[A  ]| Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart 
101:08,011[A  ]| Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book, 
101:08,012[A  ]| Those Delphick lines with deep impression took, 
101:08,013[A  ]| Then thou our fancy of it*self bereaving, 
101:08,014[A  ]| Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving; 
101:08,015[A  ]| And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie, 
101:08,016[A  ]| That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.  
101:09,000['  ]| <On the University Carrier who> 
101:09,000['  ]| <sickn'd in the time of his vacancy, being> 
101:09,000['  ]| <forbid to go to \London\, by reason of> 
101:09,000['  ]| <the Plague.> 
101:09,001[A  ]| Here lies old \Hobson\, Death hath broke his girt, 
101:09,002[A  ]| And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt, 
101:09,003[A  ]| Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one, 
101:09,004[A  ]| He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.  
101:09,005[A  ]| 'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known, 
101:09,006[A  ]| Death was half glad when he had got him down; 
101:09,007[A  ]| For he had any time this ten yeers full, 
101:09,008[A  ]| Dodg'd with him, betwixt \Cambridge\ and the Bull.  
101:09,009[A  ]| And surely, Death could never have prevail'd, 
101:09,010[A  ]| Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail'd; 
101:09,011[A  ]| But lately finding him so long at home, 
101:09,012[A  ]| And thinking now his journeys end was come, 
101:09,013[A  ]| And that he had tane up his latest Inne, 
101:09,014[A  ]| In the kind office of a Chamberlin 
101:09,015[A  ]| Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night, 
101:09,016[A  ]| Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light:  
101:09,017[A  ]| If any ask for him, it shall be sed, 
101:09,018[A  ]| \Hobson\ has supt, and 's newly gon to bed.  
101:10,000['  ]| <Another on the same.> 
101:10,001[A  ]| HERE lieth one who did most truly prove, 
101:10,002[A  ]| That he could never die while he could move, 
101:10,003[A  ]| So hung his destiny never to rot 
101:10,004[A  ]| While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, 
101:10,005[A  ]| Made of sphear-metal, never to decay 
101:10,006[A  ]| Untill his revolution was at stay.  
101:10,007[A  ]| Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 
101:10,008[A  ]| 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time:  
101:10,009[A  ]| And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight, 
101:10,010[A  ]| His principles being ceast, he ended strait.  
101:10,011[A  ]| Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death, 
101:10,012[A  ]| And too much breathing put him out of breath; 
101:10,013[A  ]| Nor were it contradiction to affirm 
101:10,014[A  ]| Too long vacation hastned on his term.  
101:10,015[A  ]| Meerly to drive the time away he sickn'd, 
101:10,016[A  ]| Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd; 
101:10,017[A  ]| Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd, 
101:10,018[A  ]| If I may not carry, sure Ile ne're be fetch'd, 
101:10,019[A  ]| But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers, 
101:10,020[A  ]| For one Carrier put down to make six bearers.  
101:10,021[A  ]| Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right, 
101:10,022[A  ]| He di'd for heavines that his Cart went light, 
101:10,023[A  ]| His leasure told him that his time was com, 
101:10,024[A  ]| And lack of load, made his life burdensom, 
101:10,025[A  ]| That even to his last breath (ther be that say't) 
101:10,026[A  ]| As he were prest to death, he cry'd more waight; 
101:10,027[A  ]| But had his doings lasted as they were, 
101:10,028[A  ]| He had bin an immortall Carier.  
101:10,029[A  ]| Obedient to the Moon he spent his date 
101:10,030[A  ]| In cours reciprocal, and had his fate 
101:10,031[A  ]| Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas, 
101:10,032[A  ]| Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase:  
101:10,033[A  ]| His Letters are deliver'd all and gon, 
101:10,034[A  ]| Onely remains this superscription.  
101:11,000['  ]| <\L'Allegro.\> 
101:11,001[A  ]| HENCE loathed Melancholy 
101:11,002[A  ]| Of \Cerberus\, and blackest midnight born, 
101:11,003[A  ]| In \Stygian\ Cave forlorn 
101:11,004[A  ]| 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sighs unholy, 
101:11,005[A  ]| Find out som uncouth cell, 
101:11,006[A  ]| Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings, 
101:11,007[A  ]| And the night-Raven sings; 
101:11,008[A  ]| There under \Ebon\ shades, and low-brow'd Rocks, 
101:11,009[A  ]| As ragged as thy Locks, 
101:11,010[A  ]| In dark \Cimmerian\ desert ever dwell.  
101:11,011[A  ]| But com thou Goddes fair and free, 
101:11,012[A  ]| In Heav'n ycleap'd \Euphrosyne\, 
101:11,013[A  ]| And by me, heart-easing Mirth, 
101:11,014[A  ]| Whom lovely \Venus\ at a birth 
101:11,015[A  ]| With two sister Graces more 
101:11,016[A  ]| To Ivy-crowned \Bacchus\ bore; 
101:11,017[A  ]| Or whether (as som Sager sing) 
101:11,018[A  ]| The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring, 
101:11,019[A  ]| \Zephir\ with \Aurora\ playing, 
101:11,020[A  ]| As he met her once a*Maying, 
101:11,021[A  ]| There on Beds of Violets blew, 
101:11,022[A  ]| And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew, 
101:11,023[A  ]| Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, 
101:11,024[A  ]| So bucksom, blith, and debonair.  
101:11,025[A  ]| Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee 
101:11,026[A  ]| Jest and youthful Jollity, 
101:11,027[A  ]| Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, 
101:11,028[A  ]| Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles, 
101:11,029[A  ]| Such as hang on \Hebe's\ cheek, 
101:11,030[A  ]| And love to live in dimple sleek; 
101:11,031[A  ]| Sport that wrincled Care derides, 
101:11,032[A  ]| And Laughter holding both his sides.  
101:11,033[A  ]| Com, and trip it as ye go 
101:11,034[A  ]| On the light fantastick toe, 
101:11,035[A  ]| And in thy right hand lead with thee, 
101:11,036[A  ]| The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty; 
101:11,037[A  ]| And if I give thee honour due, 
101:11,038[A  ]| Mirth, admit me of thy crue 
101:11,039[A  ]| To live with her, and live with thee, 
101:11,040[A  ]| In unreproved pleasures free; 
101:11,041[A  ]| To hear the Lark begin his flight, 
101:11,042[A  ]| And singing startle the dull night.  
101:11,043[A  ]| From his watch-towre in the skies, 
101:11,044[A  ]| Till the dappled dawn doth rise; 
101:11,045[A  ]| Then to com in spight of sorrow, 
101:11,046[A  ]| And at my window bid good morrow, 
101:11,047[A  ]| Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, 
101:11,048[A  ]| Or the twisted Eglantine.  
101:11,049[A  ]| While the Cock with lively din, 
101:11,050[A  ]| Scatters the rear of darknes thin, 
101:11,051[A  ]| And to the stack, or the Barn dore, 
101:11,052[A  ]| Stoutly struts his Dames before, 
101:11,053[A  ]| Oft list'ning how the Hounds and horn 
101:11,054[A  ]| Chearly rouse the slumbring morn, 
101:11,055[A  ]| From the side of som Hoar Hill, 
101:11,056[A  ]| Through the high wood echoing shrill.  
101:11,057[A  ]| Som time walking not unseen 
101:11,058[A  ]| By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, 
101:11,059[A  ]| Right against the Eastern gate, 
101:11,060[A  ]| Wher the great Sun begins his state, 
101:11,061[A  ]| Rob'd in flames, and Amber light, 
101:11,062[A  ]| The clouds in thousand Liveries dight.  
101:11,063[A  ]| While the Plowman neer at hand, 
101:11,064[A  ]| Whistles ore the Furrow'd Land, 
101:11,065[A  ]| And the Milkmaid singeth blithe, 
101:11,066[A  ]| And the Mower whets his sithe, 
101:11,067[A  ]| And every Shepherd tells his tale 
101:11,068[A  ]| Under the Hawthorn in the dale.  
101:11,069[A  ]| Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures 
101:11,070[A  ]| Whilst the Lantskip round it measures, 
101:11,071[A  ]| Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, 
101:11,072[A  ]| Where the nibling flocks do stray, 
101:11,073[A  ]| Mountains on whose barren brest 
101:11,074[A  ]| The labouring clouds do often rest:  
101:11,075[A  ]| Meadows trim with Daisies pide, 
101:11,076[A  ]| Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.  
101:11,077[A  ]| Towers, and Battlements it sees 
101:11,078[A  ]| Boosom'd high in tufted Trees, 
101:11,079[A  ]| Wher perhaps som beauty lies, 
101:11,080[A  ]| The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.  
101:11,081[A  ]| Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes, 
101:11,082[A  ]| From betwixt two aged Okes, 
101:11,083[A  ]| Where \Corydon\ and \Thyrsis\ met, 
101:11,084[A  ]| Are at their savory dinner set 
101:11,085[A  ]| Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes, 
101:11,086[A  ]| Which the neat-handed \Phillis\ dresses; 
101:11,087[A  ]| And then in haste her Bowre she leaves, 
101:11,088[A  ]| With \Thestylis\ to bind the Sheaves; 
101:11,089[A  ]| Or if the earlier season lead 
101:11,090[A  ]| To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead, 
101:11,091[A  ]| Som times with secure delight 
101:11,092[A  ]| The up-land Hamlets will invite, 
101:11,093[A  ]| When the merry Bells ring round, 
101:11,094[A  ]| And the jocond rebecks sound 
101:11,095[A  ]| To many a youth, and many a maid, 
101:11,096[A  ]| Dancing in the Chequer'd shade; 
101:11,097[A  ]| And young and old com forth to play 
101:11,098[A  ]| On a Sunshine Holyday, 
101:11,099[A  ]| Till the live-long day-light fail, 
101:11,100[A  ]| Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, 
101:11,101[A  ]| With stories told of many a feat, 
101:11,102[A  ]| How \Faery Mab\ the junkets eat, 
101:11,103[A  ]| She was pincht, and pull'd she sed, 
101:11,104[A  ]| And he by Friars Lanthorn led 
101:11,105[A  ]| Tells how the drudging \Goblin\ swet, 
101:11,106[A  ]| To ern his Cream-bowle duly set, 
101:11,107[A  ]| When in one night, ere glimps of morn, 
101:11,108[A  ]| His shadowy Flale hath thresh'd the Corn 
101:11,109[A  ]| That ten day-labourers could not end, 
101:11,110[A  ]| Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend.  
101:11,111[A  ]| And stretch'd out all the Chimney's length, 
101:11,112[A  ]| Basks at the fire his hairy strength; 
101:11,113[A  ]| And Crop-full out of dores he flings, 
101:11,114[A  ]| Ere the first Cock his Mattin rings.  
101:11,115[A  ]| Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep, 
101:11,116[A  ]| By whispering Windes soon lull'd asleep.  
101:11,117[A  ]| Towred Cities please us then, 
101:11,118[A  ]| And the busie humm of men, 
101:11,119[A  ]| Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, 
101:11,120[A  ]| In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, 
101:11,121[A  ]| With store of Ladies, whose bright eies 
101:11,122[A  ]| Rain influence, and judge the prise 
101:11,123[A  ]| Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend 
101:11,124[A  ]| To win her Grace, whom all commend.  
101:11,125[A  ]| There let \Hymen\ oft appear 
101:11,126[A  ]| In Saffron robe, with Taper clear, 
101:11,127[A  ]| And pomp, and feast, and revelry, 
101:11,128[A  ]| With mask, and antique Pageantry, 
101:11,129[A  ]| Such sights as youthfull Poets dream 
101:11,130[A  ]| On Summer eeves by haunted stream.  
101:11,131[A  ]| Then to the well-trod stage anon, 
101:11,132[A  ]| If \Jonsons\ learned Sock be on, 
101:11,133[A  ]| Or sweetest \Shakespear\ fancies childe, 
101:11,134[A  ]| Warble his native Wood-notes wilde, 
101:11,135[A  ]| And ever against eating Cares, 
101:11,136[A  ]| Lap me in soft \Lydian\ Aires, 
101:11,137[A  ]| Married to immortal verse 
101:11,138[A  ]| Such as the meeting soul may pierce 
101:11,139[A  ]| In notes, with many a winding bout 
101:11,140[A  ]| Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out, 
101:11,141[A  ]| With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, 
101:11,142[A  ]| The melting voice through mazes running; 
101:11,143[A  ]| Untwisting all the chains that ty 
101:11,144[A  ]| The hidden soul of harmony.  
101:11,145[A  ]| That \Orpheus\ self may heave his head 
101:11,146[A  ]| From golden slumber on a bed 
101:11,147[A  ]| Of heapt \Elysian\ flowres, and hear 
101:11,148[A  ]| Such streins as would have won the ear 
101:11,149[A  ]| Of \Pluto\, to have quite set free 
101:11,150[A  ]| His half regain'd \Eurydice\.  
101:11,151[A  ]| These delights, if thou canst give, 
101:11,152[A  ]| Mirth with thee, I mean to live.  
101:12,000['  ]| <\Il Penseroso.\> 
101:12,001[A  ]| HENCE vain deluding joyes, 
101:12,002[A  ]| The brood of folly without father bred, 
101:12,003[A  ]| How little you bested, 
101:12,004[A  ]| Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes; 
101:12,005[A  ]| Dwell in som idle brain, 
101:12,006[A  ]| And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, 
101:12,007[A  ]| As thick and numberless 
101:12,008[A  ]| As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams, 
101:12,009[A  ]| Or likest hovering dreams 
101:12,010[A  ]| The fickle Pensioners of \Morpheus\ train.  
101:12,011[A  ]| But hail thou Goddes, sage and holy, 
101:12,012[A  ]| Hail divinest Melancholy, 
101:12,013[A  ]| Whose Saintly visage is too bright 
101:12,014[A  ]| To hit the Sense of human sight; 
101:12,015[A  ]| And therfore to our weaker view, 
101:12,016[A  ]| Ore laid with black staid Wisdoms hue.  
101:12,017[A  ]| Black, but such as in esteem, 
101:12,018[A  ]| Prince \Memnons\ sister might beseem, 
101:12,019[A  ]| Or that Starr'd \Ethiope\ Queen that strove 
101:12,020[A  ]| To set her beauties praise above 
101:12,021[A  ]| The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended.  
101:12,022[A  ]| Yet thou art higher far descended, 
101:12,023[A  ]| Thee bright-hair'd \Vesta\ long of yore, 
101:12,024[A  ]| To solitary \Saturn\ bore; 
101:12,025[A  ]| His daughter she (in \Saturns\ raign, 
101:12,026[A  ]| Such mixture was not held a stain) 
101:12,027[A  ]| Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades 
101:12,028[A  ]| He met her, and in secret shades 
101:12,029[A  ]| Of woody \Ida's\ inmost grove, 
101:12,030[A  ]| While yet there was no fear of \Jove\.  
101:12,031[A  ]| Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, 
101:12,032[A  ]| Sober, stedfast, and demure, 
101:12,033[A  ]| All in a robe of darkest grain, 
101:12,034[A  ]| Flowing with majestick train, 
101:12,035[A  ]| And sable stole of \Cipres\ Lawn, 
101:12,036[A  ]| Over thy decent shoulders drawn.  
101:12,037[A  ]| Com, but keep thy wonted state, 
101:12,038[A  ]| With eev'n step, and musing gate, 
101:12,039[A  ]| And looks commercing with the skies, 
101:12,040[A  ]| Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:  
101:12,041[A  ]| There held in holy passion still, 
101:12,042[A  ]| Forget thy*self to Marble, till 
101:12,043[A  ]| With a sad Leaden downward cast, 
101:12,044[A  ]| Thou fix them on the earth as fast.  
101:12,045[A  ]| And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, 
101:12,046[A  ]| Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, 
101:12,047[A  ]| And hears the Muses in a ring, 
101:12,048[A  ]| Ay round about \Joves\ Altar sing.  
101:12,049[A  ]| And adde to these retired Leasure, 
101:12,050[A  ]| That in trim Gardens takes his pleasure; 
101:12,051[A  ]| But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, 
101:12,052[A  ]| Him that yon soars on golden wing, 
101:12,053[A  ]| Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, 
101:12,054[A  ]| The Cherub Contemplation, 
101:12,055[A  ]| And the mute Silence hist along, 
101:12,056[A  ]| 'Less \Philomel\ will daign a Song, 
101:12,057[A  ]| In her sweetest, saddest plight, 
101:12,058[A  ]| Smoothing the rugged brow of night, 
101:12,059[A  ]| While \Cynthia\ checks her Dragon yoke, 
101:12,060[A  ]| Gently o're th'accustome'd Oke; 
101:12,061[A  ]| Sweet Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, 
101:12,062[A  ]| Most musicall, most melancholy!  
101:12,063[A  ]| Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among, 
101:12,064[A  ]| I woo to hear thy eeven-Song; 
101:12,065[A  ]| And missing thee, I walk unseen 
101:12,066[A  ]| On the dry smooth-shaven Green, 
101:12,067[A  ]| To behold the wandring Moon, 
101:12,068[A  ]| Riding neer her highest noon, 
101:12,069[A  ]| Like one that had bin led astray 
101:12,070[A  ]| Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way; 
101:12,071[A  ]| And oft, as if her head she bow'd, 
101:12,072[A  ]| Stooping through a fleecy cloud.  
101:12,073[A  ]| Oft on a Plat of rising ground, 
101:12,074[A  ]| I hear the far-off \Curfeu\ sound, 
101:12,075[A  ]| Over som wide water-d shoar, 
101:12,076[A  ]| Swinging slow with sullen roar; 
101:12,077[A  ]| Or if the Ayr will not permit, 
101:12,078[A  ]| Som still removed place will fit, 
101:12,079[A  ]| Where glowing Embers through the room 
101:12,080[A  ]| Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, 
101:12,081[A  ]| Far from all resort of mirth, 
101:12,082[A  ]| Save the Cricket on the hearth, 
101:12,083[A  ]| Or the Belmans drousie charm, 
101:12,084[A  ]| To bless the dores from nightly harm:  
101:12,085[A  ]| Or let my Lamp at midnight hour, 
101:12,086[A  ]| Be seen in som high lonely Towr, 
101:12,087[A  ]| Where I may oft out-watch the \Bear\, 
101:12,088[A  ]| With thrice great \Hermes\, or unsphear 
101:12,089[A  ]| The spirit of \Plato\ to unfold 
101:12,090[A  ]| What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold 
101:12,091[A  ]| The immortal mind that hath forsook 
101:12,092[A  ]| Her mansion in this fleshly nook:  
101:12,093[A  ]| And of those \Da*emons\ that are found 
101:12,094[A  ]| In fire, air, flood, or under ground, 
101:12,095[A  ]| Whose power hath a true consent 
101:12,096[A  ]| With Planet, or with Element.  
101:12,097[A  ]| Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy 
101:12,098[A  ]| In Scepter'd Pall com sweeping by, 
101:12,099[A  ]| Presenting \Thebs\, or \Pelops\ line, 
101:12,100[A  ]| Or the tale of \Troy\ divine.  
101:12,101[A  ]| Or what (though rare) of later age, 
101:12,102[A  ]| Ennobled hath the Buskind stage.  
101:12,103[A  ]| But, O sad Virgin, that thy power 
101:12,104[A  ]| Might raise \Musa*eus\ from his bower, 
101:12,105[A  ]| Or bid the soul of \Orpheus\ sing 
101:12,106[A  ]| Such notes as warbled to the string, 
101:12,107[A  ]| Drew Iron tears down \Pluto's\ cheek, 
101:12,108[A  ]| And made Hell grant what Love did seek.  
101:12,109[A  ]| And call up him that left half told 
101:12,110[A  ]| The story of \Cambuscan\ bold, 
101:12,111[A  ]| Of \Camball\, and of \Algarife\, 
101:12,112[A  ]| And who had \Canace\ to wife, 
101:12,113[A  ]| That own'd the vertuous Ring and Glass, 
101:12,114[A  ]| And of the wondrous Hors of Brass, 
101:12,115[A  ]| On which the \Tartar\ King did ride; 
101:12,116[A  ]| And if ought els, great \Bards\ beside, 
101:12,117[A  ]| In sage and solemn tunes have sung, 
101:12,118[A  ]| Of Turneys and of Trophies hung; 
101:12,119[A  ]| Of Forests, and inchantments drear, 
101:12,120[A  ]| Where more is meant then meets the ear.  
101:12,121[A  ]| Thus night oft see me in thy pale career, 
101:12,122[A  ]| Till civil-suited Morn appeer, 
101:12,123[A  ]| Not trickt and frounc't as she was wont, 
101:12,124[A  ]| With the Attick Boy to hunt, 
101:12,125[A  ]| But Cherchef't in a comly Cloud.  
101:12,126[A  ]| While rocking Winds are Piping loud, 
101:12,127[A  ]| Or usher'd with a shower still, 
101:12,128[A  ]| When the gust hath blown his fill, 
101:12,129[A  ]| Ending on the russling Leaves, 
101:12,130[A  ]| With minute drops from off the Eaves.  
101:12,131[A  ]| And when the Sun begins to fling 
101:12,132[A  ]| His flaring beams, me Goddes bring 
101:12,133[A  ]| To arched walks of twilight groves, 
101:12,134[A  ]| And shadows brown that \Sylvan\ loves 
101:12,135[A  ]| Of Pine, or monumental Oake, 
101:12,136[A  ]| Where the rude Ax with heaved stroke, 
101:12,137[A  ]| Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, 
101:12,138[A  ]| Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.  
101:12,139[A  ]| There in close covert by som Brook, 
101:12,140[A  ]| Where no profaner eye may look, 
101:12,141[A  ]| Hide me from Day's garish eie, 
101:12,142[A  ]| While the Bee with Honied thie, 
101:12,143[A  ]| That at her flowry work doth sing, 
101:12,144[A  ]| And the Waters murmuring 
101:12,145[A  ]| With such consort as they keep, 
101:12,146[A  ]| Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep; 
101:12,147[A  ]| And let som strange mysterious dream, 
101:12,148[A  ]| Wave at his Wings in Airy stream, 
101:12,149[A  ]| Of lively portrature display'd, 
101:12,150[A  ]| Softly on my eye-lids laid.  
101:12,151[A  ]| And as I wake, sweet musick breath 
101:12,152[A  ]| Above, about, or underneath, 
101:12,153[A  ]| Sent by som spirit to mortals good, 
101:12,154[A  ]| Or th'unseen Genius of the Wood.  
101:12,155[A  ]| But let my due feet never fail, 
101:12,156[A  ]| To walk the studious Cloysters pale, 
101:12,157[A  ]| And love the high embowed Roof, 
101:12,158[A  ]| With antick Pillars massy proof, 
101:12,159[A  ]| And storied Windows richly dight, 
101:12,160[A  ]| Casting a dimm religious light.  
101:12,161[A  ]| There let the pealing Organ blow, 
101:12,162[A  ]| To the full voic'd Quire below, 
101:12,163[A  ]| In Service high, and Anthems cleer, 
101:12,164[A  ]| As may with sweetnes, through mine ear, 
101:12,165[A  ]| Dissolve me into extasies, 
101:12,166[A  ]| And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.  
101:12,167[A  ]| And may at last my weary age 
101:12,168[A  ]| Find out the peacefull hermitage, 
101:12,169[A  ]| The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell, 
101:12,170[A  ]| Where I may sit and rightly spell 
101:12,171[A  ]| Of every Star that Heav'n doth shew, 
101:12,172[A  ]| And every Herb that sips the dew; 
101:12,173[A  ]| Till old experience do attain 
101:12,174[A  ]| To somthing like Prophetic strain.  
101:12,175[A  ]| These pleasures \Melancholy\ give, 
101:12,176[A  ]| And I with thee will choose to live.  
101:13,000['  ]| <SONNETS.> 
101:13,000['  ]| <I> 
101:13,001[A  ]| O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray 
101:13,002[A  ]| Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, 
101:13,003[A  ]| Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill, 
101:13,004[A  ]| While the jolly hours lead on propitious \May\, 
101:13,005[A  ]| Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, 
101:13,006[A  ]| First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill 
101:13,007[A  ]| Portend success in love; O if \Jove's\ will 
101:13,008[A  ]| Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay, 
101:13,009[A  ]| Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate 
101:13,010[A  ]| Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny:  
101:13,011[A  ]| As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late 
101:13,012[A  ]| For my relief; yet hadst no reason why, 
101:13,013[A  ]| Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, 
101:13,014[A  ]| Both them I serve, and of their train am I.  
101:13,000['  ]| <VII> 
101:13,001[A  ]| How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth, 
101:13,002[A  ]| Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer!  
101:13,003[A  ]| My hasting days flie on with full career, 
101:13,004[A  ]| But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.  
101:13,005[A  ]| Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 
101:13,006[A  ]| That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, 
101:13,007[A  ]| And inward ripenes doth much less appear, 
101:13,008[A  ]| That som more timely-happy spirits indu'th.  
101:13,009[A  ]| Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, 
101:13,010[A  ]| It shall be still in strictest measure eev'n, 
101:13,011[A  ]| To that same lot, however mean, or high, 
101:13,012[A  ]| Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; 
101:13,013[A  ]| All is, if I have grace to use it so, 
101:13,014[A  ]| As ever in my great task Masters eye.  
101:13,000['  ]| <VIII> 
101:13,001[A  ]| Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, 
101:13,002[A  ]| Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease, 
101:13,003[A  ]| If ever deed of honour did thee please, 
101:13,004[A  ]| Guard them, and him within protect from harms, 
101:13,005[A  ]| He can requite thee, for he knows the charms 
101:13,006[A  ]| That call Fame on such gentle acts as these, 
101:13,007[A  ]| And he can spred thy name o're Lands and Seas, 
101:13,008[A  ]| What*ever clime the Suns bright circle warms.  
101:13,009[A  ]| Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bowre, 
101:13,010[A  ]| The great \Emathian\ Conqueror bid spare 
101:13,011[A  ]| The house of \Pindarus\, when Temple and Towre 
101:13,012[A  ]| Went to the ground:  And the repeated air 
101:13,013[A  ]| Of sad \Electra's\ Poet had the power 
101:13,014[A  ]| To save th' \Athenian\ Walls from ruine bare.  
101:13,000['  ]| <IX> 
101:13,001[A  ]| Lady that in the prime of earliest youth, 
101:13,002[A  ]| Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green, 
101:13,003[A  ]| And with those few art eminently seen, 
101:13,004[A  ]| That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth, 
101:13,005[A  ]| The better part with \Mary\ and with \Ruth\, 
101:13,006[A  ]| Chosen thou hast, and they that overween, 
101:13,007[A  ]| And at thy growing vertues fret their spleen, 
101:13,008[A  ]| No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.  
101:13,009[A  ]| Thy care is fixt and zealously attends 
101:13,010[A  ]| To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, 
101:13,011[A  ]| And Hope that reaps not shame.  Therefore be sure 
101:13,012[A  ]| Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastfull friends 
101:13,013[A  ]| Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, 
101:13,014[A  ]| Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.  
101:13,000['  ]| <X> 
101:13,001[A  ]| Daughter to that good Earl, once President 
101:13,002[A  ]| Of \Englands\ Counsel, and her Treasury, 
101:13,003[A  ]| Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, 
101:13,004[A  ]| And left them both, more in himself content, 
101:13,005[A  ]| Till the sad breaking of that Parlament 
101:13,006[A  ]| Broke him, as that dishonest victory 
101:13,007[A  ]| At \Cha*erone=a\, fatal to liberty 
101:13,008[A  ]| Kil'd with report that Old man eloquent, 
101:13,009[A  ]| Though later born, then to have known the dayes 
101:13,010[A  ]| Wherin your Father flourisht, yet by you 
101:13,011[A  ]| Madam, me thinks I see him living yet; 
101:13,012[A  ]| So well your words his noble vertues praise, 
101:13,013[A  ]| That all both judge you to relate them true, 
101:13,014[A  ]| And to possess them, Honour'd \Margaret\.  
101:14,000['  ]| <Arcades.> 
101:14,000['  ]| <Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of \Darby\> 
101:14,000['  ]| <at \Harefield\, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear> 
101:14,000['  ]| <on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the> 
101:14,000['  ]| <seat of State with this Song.> 
101:14,000['  ]| <I.  \SONG.\> 
101:14,001[A  ]| LOOK Nymphs, and Shepherds look, 
101:14,002[A  ]| What sudden blaze of majesty 
101:14,003[A  ]| Is that which we from hence descry 
101:14,004[A  ]| Too divine to be mistook:  
101:14,005[A  ]| This this is she 
101:14,006[A  ]| To whom our vows and wishes bend, 
101:14,007[A  ]| Heer our solemn search hath end.  
101:14,008[A  ]| \Fame\ that her high worth to raise, 
101:14,009[A  ]| Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse, 
101:14,010[A  ]| We may justly now accuse 
101:14,011[A  ]| Of detraction from her praise, 
101:14,012[A  ]| Less then half we find exprest, 
101:14,013[A  ]| \Envy\ bid conceal the rest.  
101:14,014[A  ]| Mark what radiant state she spreds, 
101:14,015[A  ]| In circle round her shining throne, 
101:14,016[A  ]| Shooting her beams like silver threds, 
101:14,017[A  ]| This this is she alone, 
101:14,018[A  ]| Sitting like a Goddes bright, 
101:14,019[A  ]| In the center of her light.  
101:14,020[A  ]| Might she the wise \Latona\ be, 
101:14,021[A  ]| Or the towred \Cybele\, 
101:14,022[A  ]| Mother of a hunderd gods; 
101:14,023[A  ]| \Juno\ dare's not give her odds; 
101:14,024[A  ]| Who had thought this clime had held 
101:14,025[A  ]| A deity so unparalel'd?  
101:14,000['  ]| <As they com forward, the genius of the Wood appears, and> 
101:14,000['  ]| <turning toward them, speaks.>
101:14,000['  ]| <\Gen.\> 
101:14,026[B  ]| Stay gentle Swains, for though in this disguise, 
101:14,027[B  ]| I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes, 
101:14,028[B  ]| Of famous \Arcady\ ye are, and sprung 
101:14,029[B  ]| Of that renowned flood, so often sung, 
101:14,030[B  ]| Divine \Alpheus\, who by secret sluse, 
101:14,031[B  ]| Stole under Seas to meet his \Arethuse\; 
101:14,032[B  ]| And ye the breathing Roses of the Wood, 
101:14,033[B  ]| Fair silver-buskind Nymphs as great and good, 
101:14,034[B  ]| I know this quest of yours, and free intent 
101:14,035[B  ]| Was all in honour and devotion ment 
101:14,036[B  ]| To the great Mistres of yon princely shrine, 
101:14,037[B  ]| Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, 
101:14,038[B  ]| And with all helpful service will comply 
101:14,039[B  ]| To further this nights glad solemnity; 
101:14,040[B  ]| And lead ye where ye may more neer behold 
101:14,041[B  ]| What shallow-searching \Fame\ hath left untold; 
101:14,042[B  ]| Which I full oft amidst these shades alone 
101:14,043[B  ]| Have sate to wonder at, and gaze upon:  
101:14,044[B  ]| For know by lot from \Jove\ I am the powr 
101:14,045[B  ]| Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak'n bowr, 
101:14,046[B  ]| To nurse the Saplings tall, and curl the grove 
101:14,047[B  ]| With Ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.  
101:14,048[B  ]| And all my Plants I save from nightly ill, 
101:14,049[B  ]| Of noisom winds, and blasting vapours chill.  
101:14,050[B  ]| And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew, 
101:14,051[B  ]| And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew, 
101:14,052[B  ]| Or what the cross dire-looking Planet smites, 
101:14,053[B  ]| Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites.  
101:14,054[B  ]| When Eev'ning gray doth rise, I fetch my round 
101:14,055[B  ]| Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground, 
101:14,056[B  ]| And early ere the odorous breath of morn 
101:14,057[B  ]| Awakes the slumbring leaves, or tasseld horn 
101:14,058[B  ]| Shakes the high thicket, haste I all about, 
101:14,059[B  ]| Number my ranks, and visit every sprout 
101:14,060[B  ]| With puissant words, and murmurs made to bless, 
101:14,061[B  ]| But els in deep of night when drowsines 
101:14,062[B  ]| Hath lockt up mortal sense, then listen I 
101:14,063[B  ]| To the celestial \Sirens\ harmony, 
101:14,064[B  ]| That sit upon the nine enfolded Sphears, 
101:14,065[B  ]| And sing to those that hold the vital shears, 
101:14,066[B  ]| And turn the Adamantine spindle round, 
101:14,067[B  ]| On which the fate of gods and men is wound.  
101:14,068[B  ]| Such sweet compulsion doth in musick ly, 
101:14,069[B  ]| To lull the daughters of \Necessity\, 
101:14,070[B  ]| And keep unsteddy Nature to her law, 
101:14,071[B  ]| And the low world in measur'd motion draw 
101:14,072[B  ]| After the heavenly tune, which none can hear 
101:14,073[B  ]| Of human mould with grosse unpurged ear; 
101:14,074[B  ]| And yet such musick worthiest were to blaze 
101:14,075[B  ]| The peerles height of her immortal praise, 
101:14,076[B  ]| Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit, 
101:14,077[B  ]| If my inferior hand or voice could hit 
101:14,078[B  ]| Inimitable sounds, yet as we go, 
101:14,079[B  ]| What ere the skill of lesser gods can show, 
101:14,080[B  ]| I will assay, her worth to celebrate, 
101:14,081[B  ]| And so attend ye toward her glittering state; 
101:14,082[B  ]| Where ye may all that are of noble stemm 
101:14,083[B  ]| Approach, and kiss her sacred vestures hemm.  
101:14,000['  ]| <2.  \SONG.\> 
101:14,084[A  ]| O're the smooth enameld green 
101:14,085[A  ]| Where no print of step hath been, 
101:14,086[A  ]| Follow me as I sing, 
101:14,087[A  ]| And touch the warbled string.  
101:14,088[A  ]| Under the shady roof 
101:14,089[A  ]| Of branching Elm Star-proof, 
101:14,090[A  ]| Follow me, 
101:14,091[A  ]| I will bring you where she sits 
101:14,092[A  ]| Clad in splendor as befits 
101:14,093[A  ]| Her deity.  
101:14,094[A  ]| Such a rural Queen 
101:14,095[A  ]| All \Arcadia\ hath not seen.  
101:14,000['  ]| <3.  \SONG.\> 
101:14,096[A  ]| Nymphs and Shepherds dance no more 
101:14,097[A  ]| By sandy \Ladons\ Lillied banks.  
101:14,098[A  ]| On old \Lyco*eus\ or \Cyllene\ hoar, 
101:14,099[A  ]| Trip no more in twilight ranks, 
101:14,100[A  ]| Though \Erymanth\ your loss deplore, 
101:14,101[A  ]| A better soyl shall give ye thanks.  
101:14,102[A  ]| From the stony \Ma*enalus\, 
101:14,103[A  ]| Bring your Flocks, and live with us, 
101:14,104[A  ]| Here ye shall have greater grace, 
101:14,105[A  ]| To serve the Lady of this place.  
101:14,106[A  ]| Though \Syrinx\ your \Pans\ Mistres were, 
101:14,107[A  ]| Yet \Syrinx\ well might wait on her.  
101:14,108[A  ]| Such a rural Queen 
101:14,109[A  ]| All \Arcadia\ hath not see.  
101:15,000['  ]| <Lycidas.> 
101:15,000['  ]| <In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunatly drown'd> 
101:15,000['  ]| <in his Passage from \Chester\ on the \Irish\ Seas, 1637.  And by> 
101:15,000['  ]| <occasion foretels the ruine of our corrupted Clergy> 
101:15,000['  ]| <then in their height.> 
101:15,001[A  ]| YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more 
101:15,002[A  ]| Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear, 
101:15,003[A  ]| I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude, 
101:15,004[A  ]| And with forc'd fingers rude, 
101:15,005[A  ]| Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.  
101:15,006[A  ]| Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, 
101:15,007[A  ]| Compels me to disturb your season due:  
101:15,008[A  ]| For \Lycidas\ is dead, dead ere his prime 
101:15,009[A  ]| Young \Lycidas\, and hath not left his peer:  
101:15,010[A  ]| Who would not sing for \Lycidas\?  he knew 
101:15,011[A  ]| Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.  
101:15,012[A  ]| He must not flote upon his watry bear 
101:15,013[A  ]| Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, 
101:15,014[A  ]| Without the meed of som melodious tear.  
101:15,015[A  ]| Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 
101:15,016[A  ]| That from beneath the seat of \Jove\ doth spring, 
101:15,017[A  ]| Begin, and somwhat loudly sweep the string.  
101:15,018[A  ]| Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, 
101:15,019[A  ]| So may som gentle Muse 
101:15,020[A  ]| With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, 
101:15,021[A  ]| And as he passes turn, 
101:15,022[A  ]| And bid fair peace be to my sable shrowd.  
101:15,023[A  ]| For we were nurst upon the self-same hill, 
101:15,024[A  ]| Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill.  
101:15,025[A  ]| Together both, ere the high Lawns appear'd 
101:15,026[A  ]| Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, 
101:15,027[A  ]| We drove a field, and both together heard 
101:15,028[A  ]| What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn, 
101:15,029[A  ]| Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night, 
101:15,030[A  ]| Oft till the Star that rose, at Ev'ning, bright 
101:15,031[A  ]| Toward Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel.  
101:15,032[A  ]| Mean*while the Rural ditties were not mute, 
101:15,033[A  ]| Temper'd to th'Oaten Flute; 
101:15,034[A  ]| Rough \Satyrs\ danc'd, and \Fauns\ with clov'n heel, 
101:15,035[A  ]| From the glad sound would not be absent long, 
101:15,036[A  ]| And old \Dama*etas\ lov'd to hear our song.  
101:15,037[A  ]| But O the heavy change, now thou art gon, 
101:15,038[A  ]| Now thou art gon, and never must return!  
101:15,039[A  ]| Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, 
101:15,040[A  ]| With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o'regrown, 
101:15,041[A  ]| And all their echoes mourn.  
101:15,042[A  ]| The Willows, and the Hazle Copses green, 
101:15,043[A  ]| Shall now no more be seen, 
101:15,044[A  ]| Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft layes.  
101:15,045[A  ]| As killing as the Canker to the Rose, 
101:15,046[A  ]| Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, 
101:15,047[A  ]| Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrop wear, 
101:15,048[A  ]| When first the White thorn blows; 
101:15,049[A  ]| Such, \Lycidas\, thy loss to Shepherds ear.  
101:15,050[A  ]| Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep 
101:15,051[A  ]| Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd \Lycidas\?  
101:15,052[A  ]| For neither were ye playing on the steep, 
101:15,053[A  ]| Where your old \Bards\, the famous \Druids\ ly, 
101:15,054[A  ]| Nor on the shaggy top of \Mona\ high, 
101:15,055[A  ]| Nor yet where \Deva\ spreads her wisard stream:  
101:15,056[A  ]| Ay me, I fondly dream!  
101:15,057[A  ]| Had ye bin there ~~ for what could that have don?  
101:15,058[A  ]| What could the Muse her*self that \Orpheus\ bore, 
101:15,059[A  ]| The Muse her*self, for her inchanting son 
101:15,060[A  ]| Whom Universal nature did lament, 
101:15,061[A  ]| When by the rout that made the hideous roar, 
101:15,062[A  ]| His goary visage down the stream was sent, 
101:15,063[A  ]| Down the swift \Hebrus\ to the \Lesbian\ shore.  
101:15,064[A  ]| Alas!  What boots it with uncessant care 
101:15,065[A  ]| To tend the homely slighted Shepherds trade, 
101:15,066[A  ]| And strictly meditate the thankles Muse, 
101:15,067[A  ]| Were it not better don as others use, 
101:15,068[A  ]| To sport with \Amaryllis\ in the shade, 
101:15,069[A  ]| Or with the tangles of \Nea*era's\ hair?  
101:15,070[A  ]| \Fame\ is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 
101:15,071[A  ]| (That last infirmity of Noble mind) 
101:15,072[A  ]| To scorn delights, and live laborious dayes; 
101:15,073[A  ]| But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find, 
101:15,074[A  ]| And think to burst out into sudden blaze, 
101:15,075[A  ]| Comes the blind \Fury\ with th'abhorred shears, 
101:15,076[A  ]| And slits the thin spun life.  But not the praise, 
101:15,077[A  ]| \Pho*ebus\ repli'd, and touch'd my trembling ears; 
101:15,078[A  ]| \Fame\ is no plant that grows on mortal soil, 
101:15,079[A  ]| Nor in the glistering foil 
101:15,080[A  ]| Set off to th'world, nor in broad rumour lies, 
101:15,081[A  ]| But lives and spreds aloft by those pure eyes, 
101:15,082[A  ]| And perfect witnes of all judging \Jove\; 
101:15,083[A  ]| As he pronounces lastly on each deed, 
101:15,084[A  ]| Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed.  
101:15,085[A  ]| O Fountain \Arethuse\, and thou honour'd floud, 
101:15,086[A  ]| Smooth-sliding \Mincius\, crown'd with vocall reeds, 
101:15,087[A  ]| That strain I heard was of a higher mood:  
101:15,088[A  ]| But now my Oate proceeds, 
101:15,089[A  ]| And listens to the Herald of the Sea 
101:15,090[A  ]| That came in \Neptune's\ plea, 
101:15,091[A  ]| He ask'd the Waves, and ask'd the Fellon winds, 
101:15,092[A  ]| What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain?  
101:15,093[A  ]| And question'd every gust of rugged wings 
101:15,094[A  ]| That blows from off each beaked Promontory, 
101:15,095[A  ]| They knew not of his story, 
101:15,096[A  ]| And sage \Hippotades\ their answer brings, 
101:15,097[A  ]| That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd, 
101:15,098[A  ]| The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine, 
101:15,099[A  ]| Sleek \Panope\ with all her sisters play'd.  
101:15,100[A  ]| It was that fatall and perfidious Bark 
101:15,101[A  ]| Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, 
101:15,102[A  ]| That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.  
101:15,103[A  ]| Next \Camus\, reverend Sire, went footing slow, 
101:15,104[A  ]| His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, 
101:15,105[A  ]| Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge 
101:15,106[A  ]| Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe.  
101:15,107[A  ]| Ah; Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?  
101:15,108[A  ]| Last came, and last did go, 
101:15,109[A  ]| The Pilot of the \Galilean\ lake, 
101:15,110[A  ]| Two massy Keyes he bore of metals twain, 
101:15,111[A  ]| (The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain) 
101:15,112[A  ]| He shook his Miter'd locks, and stern bespake, 
101:15,113[A  ]| How well could I have spar'd for thee, young swain, 
101:15,114[A  ]| Anow of such as for their bellies sake, 
101:15,115[A  ]| Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?  
101:15,116[A  ]| Of other care they little reck'ning make, 
101:15,117[A  ]| Then how to scramble at the shearers feast, 
101:15,118[A  ]| And shove away the worthy bidden guest.  
101:15,119[A  ]| Blind mouthes!  that scarce themselves know how to hold 
101:15,120[A  ]| A Sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought els the least 
101:15,121[A  ]| That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs!  
101:15,122[A  ]| What recks it them?  What need they?  They are sped; 
101:15,123[A  ]| And when thy list, their lean and flashy songs 
101:15,124[A  ]| Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, 
101:15,125[A  ]| The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, 
101:15,126[A  ]| But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, 
101:15,127[A  ]| Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:  
101:15,128[A  ]| Besides what the grim Woolf with privy paw 
101:15,129[A  ]| Daily devours apace, and nothing sed, 
101:15,130[A  ]| But that two-handed engine at the door, 
101:15,131[A  ]| Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.  
101:15,132[A  ]| Return \Alpheus\, the dread voice is past, 
101:15,133[A  ]| That shrunk thy streams; Return \Sicilian\ Muse, 
101:15,134[A  ]| And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast 
101:15,135[A  ]| Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues.  
101:15,136[A  ]| Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use, 
101:15,137[A  ]| Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, 
101:15,138[A  ]| On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, 
101:15,139[A  ]| Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes, 
101:15,140[A  ]| That on the green terf suck the honied showres, 
101:15,141[A  ]| And purple all the ground with vernal flowres.  
101:15,142[A  ]| Bring the rathe Primrose that forsaken dies.  
101:15,143[A  ]| The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Gessamine, 
101:15,144[A  ]| The white Pink, and the Pansie freakt with jeat, 
101:15,145[A  ]| The glowing Violet.  
101:15,146[A  ]| The Musk-rose, and the well attir'd Woodbine.  
101:15,147[A  ]| With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive hed, 
101:15,148[A  ]| And every flower that sad embroidery wears:  
101:15,149[A  ]| Bid \Amaranthus\ all his beauty shed, 
101:15,150[A  ]| And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 
101:15,151[A  ]| To strew the Laureat Herse where \Lycid\ lies.  
101:15,152[A  ]| For so to interpose a little ease, 
101:15,153[A  ]| Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.  
101:15,154[A  ]| Ay me!  Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas 
101:15,155[A  ]| Wash far away, where ere thy bones are hurld, 
101:15,156[A  ]| Whether beyond the stormy \Hebrides\, 
101:15,157[A  ]| Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide 
101:15,158[A  ]| Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world; 
101:15,159[A  ]| Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd, 
101:15,160[A  ]| Sleep'st by the fable of \Bellerus\ old, 
101:15,161[A  ]| Where the great vision of the guarded Mount 
101:15,162[A  ]| Looks toward \Namancos\ and \Bayona's\ hold; 
101:15,163[A  ]| Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.  
101:15,164[A  ]| And, O ye \Dolphins\, waft the haples youth.  
101:15,165[A  ]| Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more, 
101:15,166[A  ]| For \Lycidas\ your sorrow is not dead, 
101:15,167[A  ]| Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar, 
101:15,168[A  ]| So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, 
101:15,169[A  ]| And yet anon repairs his drooping head, 
101:15,170[A  ]| And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore, 
101:15,171[A  ]| Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:  
101:15,172[A  ]| So \Lycidas\ sunk low, but mounted high, 
101:15,173[A  ]| Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves 
101:15,174[A  ]| Where other groves, and other streams along, 
101:15,175[A  ]| With \Nectar\ pure his oozy Lock's he laves, 
101:15,176[A  ]| And hears the unexpressive nuptiall Song, 
101:15,177[A  ]| In the blest Kingdoms meek of joy and love.  
101:15,178[A  ]| There entertain him all the Saints above, 
101:15,179[A  ]| In solemn troops, and sweet Societies 
101:15,180[A  ]| That sing, and singing in their glory move, 
101:15,181[A  ]| And wipe the tears for*ever from his eyes.  
101:15,182[A  ]| Now \Lycidas\ the Shepherds weep no more; 
101:15,183[A  ]| Hence*forth thou art the Genius of the shore, 
101:15,184[A  ]| In thy large recompense, and shalt be good 
101:15,185[A  ]| To all that wander in that perilous flood.  
101:15,186[A  ]| Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th'Okes and rills, 
101:15,187[A  ]| While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, 
101:15,188[A  ]| He touch'd the tender stops of various Quills, 
101:15,189[A  ]| With eager thought warbling his \Dorick\ lay:  
101:15,190[A  ]| And now the Sun had stretch'd out all the hills, 
101:15,191[A  ]| And now was dropt into the Western bay; 
101:15,192[A  ]| At last he rose, and twitch'd his Mantle blew:  
101:15,193[A  ]| To*morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.  
101:16,000['  ]| <POEMS ADDED IN THE 1673 EDITION.> 
101:16,000['  ]| <7Anno 7aetatis 17.> 
101:16,000['  ]| <\On the Death of a fair Infant dying of a Cough.\> 
101:16,000['  ]| <I> 
101:16,001[A  ]| O FAIREST flower no sooner blown but blasted, 
101:16,002[A  ]| Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, 
101:16,003[A  ]| Summers chief honour if thou hadst out-lasted 
101:16,004[A  ]| Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie; 
101:16,005[A  ]| For he being amorous on that lovely die 
101:16,006[A  ]| That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss 
101:16,007[A  ]| But kill'd alas, and then bewayl'd his fatal bliss.  
101:16,000['  ]| <II> 
101:16,008[A  ]| For since grim Aquilo his charioter 
101:16,009[A  ]| By boistrous rape th' Athenian damsel got, 
101:16,010[A  ]| He thought it toucht his Deitie full neer, 
101:16,011[A  ]| If likewise he some fair one wedded not, 
101:16,012[A  ]| Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot, 
101:16,013[A  ]| Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, 
101:16,014[A  ]| Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held.  
101:16,000['  ]| <III> 
101:16,015[A  ]| So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr, 
101:16,016[A  ]| Through middle empire of the freezing aire 
101:16,017[A  ]| He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr, 
101:16,018[A  ]| There ended was his quest, there ceast his care.  
101:16,019[A  ]| Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire, 
101:16,020[A  ]| But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 
101:16,021[A  ]| Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place.  
101:16,000['  ]| <IV> 
101:16,022[A  ]| Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; 
101:16,023[A  ]| For so \Apollo\, with unweeting hand 
101:16,024[A  ]| Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate 
101:16,025[A  ]| Young \Hyacinth\ born on \Eurotas'\ strand, 
101:16,026[A  ]| Young \Hyacinth\ the pride of \Spartan\ land; 
101:16,027[A  ]| But then transform'd him to a purple flower 
101:16,028[A  ]| Alack that so to change thee winter had no power.  
101:16,000['  ]| <V> 
101:16,029[A  ]| Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead 
101:16,030[A  ]| Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 
101:16,031[A  ]| Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed, 
101:16,032[A  ]| Hid from the world in a low delved tombe; 
101:16,033[A  ]| Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?  
101:16,034[A  ]| Oh no!  for something in thy face did shine 
101:16,035[A  ]| Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.  
101:16,000['  ]| <VI> 
101:16,036[A  ]| Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest 
101:16,037[A  ]| (If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear) 
101:16,038[A  ]| Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest 
101:16,039[A  ]| Whether above that high first-moving Spheare 
101:16,040[A  ]| Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.) 
101:16,041[A  ]| Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight 
101:16,042[A  ]| And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight.  
101:16,000['  ]| <VII> 
101:16,043[A  ]| Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe 
101:16,044[A  ]| Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall; 
101:16,045[A  ]| Which carefull \Jove\ in natures true behoofe 
101:16,046[A  ]| Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?  
101:16,047[A  ]| Or did of late earths Sonnes besiege the wall 
101:16,048[A  ]| Of sheenie Heav'n, and thou some goddess fled 
101:16,049[A  ]| Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head.  
101:16,000['  ]| <VIII> 
101:16,050[A  ]| Or wert thou that just Maid who once before 
101:16,051[A  ]| Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth 
101:16,052[A  ]| And cam'st again to visit us once more?  
101:16,053[A  ]| Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth!  
101:16,054[A  ]| Or that crown'd Matron sage white-robed Truth?  
101:16,055[A  ]| Or any other of that heav'nly brood 
101:16,056[A  ]| Let down in clowdie throne to do the world some good.  
101:16,000['  ]| <IX> 
101:16,057[A  ]| Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoast, 
101:16,058[A  ]| Who having clad thy*self in humane weed, 
101:16,059[A  ]| To earth from thy pra*efixed seat didst poast, 
101:16,060[A  ]| And after short abode flie back with speed, 
101:16,061[A  ]| As if to shew what creatures Heav'n doth breed, 
101:16,062[A  ]| Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire 
101:16,063[A  ]| To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire.  
101:16,000['  ]| <X> 
101:16,064[A  ]| But oh why didst thou not stay here below 
101:16,065[A  ]| To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence, 
101:16,066[A  ]| To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe 
101:16,067[A  ]| To turn Swift-rushing black perdition hence, 
101:16,068[A  ]| Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence, 
101:16,069[A  ]| To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart 
101:16,070[A  ]| But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.  
101:16,000['  ]| <XI> 
101:16,071[A  ]| Then thou the mother of so sweet a child 
101:16,072[A  ]| Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament, 
101:16,073[A  ]| And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild; 
101:16,074[A  ]| Think what a present thou to God hast sent, 
101:16,075[A  ]| And render him with patience what he lent; 
101:16,076[A  ]| This if thou do he will an off-spring give, 
101:16,077[A  ]| That till the worlds last-end shall make thy name to live.  
101:17,000['  ]| <At a Vacation Exercise.> 
101:17,000['  ]| <7Anno 7Aetatis 19.  \At a Vacation Exercise in the\> 
101:17,000['  ]| <\Colledge, part\ Latin, \part\ English.  \The\ Latin> 
101:17,000['  ]| <\speeches ended, the\ English \thus began.\> 
101:17,001[A  ]| HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak 
101:17,002[A  ]| Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak, 
101:17,003[A  ]| And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps, 
101:17,004[A  ]| Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lipps, 
101:17,005[A  ]| Driving dum silence from the portal dore, 
101:17,006[A  ]| Where he had mutely sate two years before:  
101:17,007[A  ]| Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask, 
101:17,008[A  ]| That now I use thee in my latter task:  
101:17,009[A  ]| Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee, 
101:17,010[A  ]| I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee:  
101:17,011[A  ]| Thou needst not be ambitious to be first, 
101:17,012[A  ]| Believe me I have thither packt the worst:  
101:17,013[A  ]| And, if it happen as I did forecast, 
101:17,014[A  ]| The daintest dishes shall be serv'd up last.  
101:17,015[A  ]| I pray thee then deny me not thy aide 
101:17,016[A  ]| For this same small neglect that I have made:  
101:17,017[A  ]| But haste thee strait to do me once a Pleasure, 
101:17,018[A  ]| And from thy wardrope bring thy chiefest treasure; 
101:17,019[A  ]| Not those new fangled toys, and triming slight 
101:17,020[A  ]| Which takes our late fantasticks with delight, 
101:17,021[A  ]| But cull those richest Robes, and gay'st attire 
101:17,022[A  ]| Which deepest Spirits, and choicest Wits desire:  
101:17,023[A  ]| I have some naked thoughts that rove about 
101:17,024[A  ]| And loudly knock to have their passage out; 
101:17,025[A  ]| And wearie of their place do only stay 
101:17,026[A  ]| Till thou hast deck't them in thy best aray; 
101:17,027[A  ]| That so they may without suspect or fears 
101:17,028[A  ]| Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly's ears; 
101:17,029[A  ]| Yet I had rather if I were to chuse, 
101:17,030[A  ]| Thy service in some graver subject use, 
101:17,031[A  ]| Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, 
101:17,032[A  ]| Before thou cloath my fancy in fit sound:  
101:17,033[A  ]| Such where the deep transported mind may soare 
101:17,034[A  ]| Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'ns dore 
101:17,035[A  ]| Look in, and see each blissful Deitie 
101:17,036[A  ]| How he before the thunderous throne doth lie, 
101:17,037[A  ]| Listening to what unshorn \Apollo\ sings 
101:17,038[A  ]| To th'touch of golden wires, while \Hebe\ brings 
101:17,039[A  ]| Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire:  
101:17,040[A  ]| Then passing through the Spherse of watchful fire, 
101:17,041[A  ]| And mistie Regions of wide air next under, 
101:17,042[A  ]| And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder, 
101:17,043[A  ]| May tell at length how green-ey'd \Neptune\ raves, 
101:17,044[A  ]| In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves; 
101:17,045[A  ]| Then sing of secret things that came to pass 
101:17,046[A  ]| When Beldam Nature in her cradle was; 
101:17,047[A  ]| And last of Kings and Queens and \Hero's\ old, 
101:17,048[A  ]| Such as the wise \Demodocus\ once told 
101:17,049[A  ]| In solemn Songs at King \Alcinous\ feast, 
101:17,050[A  ]| While sad \Ulisses\ soul and all the rest 
101:17,051[A  ]| Are held with his melodious harmonie 
101:17,052[A  ]| In willing chains and sweet captivitie.  
101:17,053[A  ]| But fie my wandring Muse how thou dost stray!  
101:17,054[A  ]| Expectance calls thee now another way, 
101:17,055[A  ]| Thou know'st it must be now thy only bent 
101:17,056[A  ]| To keep in compass of thy Predicament:  
101:17,057[A  ]| Then quick about thy purpos'd business come, 
101:17,058[A  ]| That to the next I may resign my Roome.  
101:17,000['  ]| <\Then\ Ens \is represented as Father of the Pra*edicaments his ten Sons, whereof the\> 
101:17,000['  ]| <\Eldest stood for\ Substance \with his Canons, which\ Ens \thus speaking,\> 
101:17,000['  ]| <\explains.\> 
101:17,059[A  ]| Good luck befriend thee Son; for at thy birth 
101:17,060[A  ]| The Faiery Ladies daunc't upon the hearth; 
101:17,061[A  ]| Thy drowsie Nurse hath sworn she did them spie 
101:17,062[A  ]| Come tripping to the Room where thou didst lie; 
101:17,063[A  ]| And sweetly singing round about thy Bed 
101:17,064[A  ]| Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head.  
101:17,065[A  ]| She heard them give thee this, that thou should'st still 
101:17,066[A  ]| From eyes of mortals walk invisible, 
101:17,067[A  ]| Yet there is something that doth force my fear, 
101:17,068[A  ]| For once it was my dismal hap to hear 
101:17,069[A  ]| A \Sybil\ old, bow-bent with crooked age, 
101:17,070[A  ]| That far events full wisely could presage, 
101:17,071[A  ]| And in Times long and dark Prospective Glass 
101:17,072[A  ]| Fore-saw what future dayes should bring to pass, 
101:17,073[A  ]| Your Son, said she, (nor can you it prevent) 
101:17,074[A  ]| Shall subject be to many an Accident.  
101:17,075[A  ]| O're all his Brethren he shall Reign as King, 
101:17,076[A  ]| Yet every*one shal make him underling, 
101:17,077[A  ]| And those that cannot live from him asunder 
101:17,078[A  ]| Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under, 
101:17,079[A  ]| In worth and excellence he shall out-go them, 
101:17,080[A  ]| Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 
101:17,081[A  ]| From others he shall stand in need of nothing, 
101:17,082[A  ]| Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing.  
101:17,083[A  ]| To find a Foe it shal not be his hap, 
101:17,084[A  ]| And peace shal lull him in her flowry lap; 
101:17,085[A  ]| Yet shall he live in strife, and at his dore 
101:17,086[A  ]| Devouring war shall never cease to roare; 
101:17,087[A  ]| Yea it shall be his natural property 
101:17,088[A  ]| To harbour those that are at enmity.  
101:17,089[A  ]| What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not 
101:17,090[A  ]| Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot?  
101:17,000['  ]| <\The next\ Quantity \and\ Quality, \spake in Prose, then\ Relation \was call'd\> 
101:17,000['  ]| <\by his Name.\> 
101:17,091[A  ]| Rivers arise; whether thou be the Son, 
101:17,092[A  ]| Of utmost \Tweed\, or \Oose\, or gulphie \Dun\, 
101:17,093[A  ]| Or \Trent\, who like some earth-born Giant spreads 
101:17,094[A  ]| His thirty Armes along the indented Meads, 
101:17,095[A  ]| Or sullen \Mole\ that runneth underneath, 
101:17,096[A  ]| Or \Severn\ swift, guilty of Maidens death, 
101:17,097[A  ]| Or Rockie \Avon\, or of Sedgie \Lee\, 
101:17,098[A  ]| Or Coaly \Tine\, or antient hallowed \Dee\, 
101:17,099[A  ]| Or \Humber\ loud that keeps the \Scythians\ Name, 
101:17,100[A  ]| Or \Medway\ smooth, or Royal Towred \Thame\.  
101:17,000['  ]| <\The rest was Prose.\> 
101:18,000['  ]| <\The Fifth Ode of\ Horace.  \Lib.\ I.> 
101:18,000['  ]| <7Quis 7multa 7gracilis 7te 7puer 7in 7Rosa,>
101:18,000['  ]| <\Rendred almost word for word with-out\> 
101:18,000['  ]| <\Rhyme according to the Latin Measure,\>
101:18,000['  ]| <\As near as the Language will permit.\> 
101:18,001[A  ]| WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours 
101:18,002[A  ]| Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, 
101:18,003[A  ]| \Pyrrha\ for whom bind'st thou 
101:18,004[A  ]| In wreaths thy golden Hair, 
101:18,005[A  ]| Plain in thy neatness; O how oft shall he 
101:18,006[A  ]| On Faith and changed Gods complain:  and Seas 
101:18,007[A  ]| Rough with black winds and storms 
101:18,008[A  ]| Unwonted shall admire:  
101:18,009[A  ]| Who now enjoyes thee credulous, all Gold, 
101:18,010[A  ]| Who alwayes vacant, alwayes amiable 
101:18,011[A  ]| Hopes thee; of flattering gales 
101:18,012[A  ]| Unmindfull.  Hapless they 
101:18,013[A  ]| To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair.  Me in my vow'd 
101:18,014[A  ]| Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung 
101:18,015[A  ]| My dank and dropping weeds 
101:18,016[A  ]| To the stern God of Sea.  
101:18,000['  ]| <\The Latin text follows.\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <SONNETS.> 
101:19,000['  ]| <XI> 
101:19,001[A  ]| A Book was writ of late call'd \Tetrachordon\; 
101:19,002[A  ]| And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile; 
101:19,003[A  ]| The Subject new:  it walk'd the Town a while, 
101:19,004[A  ]| Numbring good intellects; now seldom por'd on.  
101:19,005[A  ]| Cries the stall-reader, bless us!  what a word on 
101:19,006[A  ]| A title page is this!  and some in file 
101:19,007[A  ]| Stand spelling fals, while one might walk to Mile 
101:19,008[A  ]| End Green.  Why is it harder Sirs then Gordon, 
101:19,009[A  ]| Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?  
101:19,010[A  ]| Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek 
101:19,011[A  ]| That would have made \Quintilian\ stare and gasp.  
101:19,012[A  ]| Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir \John Cheek\, 
101:19,013[A  ]| Hated not Learning wors then Toad or Asp; 
101:19,014[A  ]| When thou taught'st \Cambridge\, and King \Edward\ Greek.  
101:19,000['  ]| <XII.  \On the same.\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs 
101:19,002[A  ]| By the known rules of antient libertie, 
101:19,003[A  ]| When strait a barbarous noise environs me 
101:19,004[A  ]| Of Owles and Cuckoes, Asses, Apes and Doggs.  
101:19,005[A  ]| As when those Hinds that were transform'd to Froggs 
101:19,006[A  ]| Raild at \Latona's\ twin-born progenie 
101:19,007[A  ]| Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.  
101:19,008[A  ]| But this is got by casting Pearl to Hoggs; 
101:19,009[A  ]| That bawle for freedom in their senceless mood, 
101:19,010[A  ]| And still revolt when truth would set them free.  
101:19,011[A  ]| Licence they mean when they cry libertie; 
101:19,012[A  ]| For who loves that, must first be wise and good; 
101:19,013[A  ]| But from that mark how far they roave we see 
101:19,014[A  ]| For all this wast of wealth, and loss of blood.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\To Mr.\ H.  Lawes, \on his Aires.\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <\XIII\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Harry\ whose tuneful and well measur'd Son 
101:19,002[A  ]| First taught our English Musick how to span 
101:19,003[A  ]| Words with just note and accent, not to scan 
101:19,004[A  ]| With \Midas\ Ears, committing short and long; 
101:19,005[A  ]| Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, 
101:19,006[A  ]| With praise enough for Envy to look wan; 
101:19,007[A  ]| To after age thou shalt be writ the man, 
101:19,008[A  ]| That with smooth aire couldst humor best our tongue.  
101:19,009[A  ]| Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must send her wing 
101:19,010[A  ]| To honour thee, the Priest of \Pho*ebus\ Quire 
101:19,011[A  ]| That tun'st their happiest lines in Hymn, or Story, 
101:19,012[A  ]| \Dante\ shall give Fame leave to set thee higher 
101:19,013[A  ]| Then his \Casella\, whom he woo'd to sing 
101:19,014[A  ]| Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.  
101:19,000['  ]| <XIV> 
101:19,001[A  ]| When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, 
101:19,002[A  ]| Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, 
101:19,003[A  ]| Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load 
101:19,004[A  ]| Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth sever.  
101:19,005[A  ]| Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour 
101:19,006[A  ]| Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; 
101:19,007[A  ]| But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, 
101:19,008[A  ]| Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for*ever.  
101:19,009[A  ]| Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best 
101:19,010[A  ]| Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams 
101:19,011[A  ]| And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, 
101:19,012[A  ]| And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams 
101:19,013[A  ]| Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest 
101:19,014[A  ]| And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\On the Late Massacher in\ Piemont.> 
101:19,000['  ]| <XV> 
101:19,001[A  ]| Avenge O Lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones 
101:19,002[A  ]| Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, 
101:19,003[A  ]| Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old 
101:19,004[A  ]| When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones, 
101:19,005[A  ]| Forget not:  in thy book record their groanes 
101:19,006[A  ]| Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold 
101:19,007[A  ]| Slayn by the bloody \Piemontese\ that roll'd 
101:19,008[A  ]| Mother with Infant down the Rocks.  Their moans 
101:19,009[A  ]| The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they 
101:19,010[A  ]| To Heav'n.  Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow 
101:19,011[A  ]| O're all th' \Italian\ fields where still doth sway 
101:19,012[A  ]| The triple Tyrant:  that from these may grow 
101:19,013[A  ]| A hunder'd-fold, who having learnt thy way 
101:19,014[A  ]| Early may fly the \Babylonian\ wo.  
101:19,000['  ]| <XVI> 
101:19,001[A  ]| When I consider how my light is spent, 
101:19,002[A  ]| E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, 
101:19,003[A  ]| And that one Talent which is death to hide, 
101:19,004[A  ]| Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent 
101:19,005[A  ]| To serve therewith my Maker, and present 
101:19,006[A  ]| My true account, least he returning chide, 
101:19,007[A  ]| Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, 
101:19,008[A  ]| I fondly ask; But patience to prevent 
101:19,009[A  ]| That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need 
101:19,010[A  ]| Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 
101:19,011[A  ]| Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State 
101:19,012[A  ]| Is Kingly.  Thousands at his bidding speed 
101:19,013[A  ]| And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:  
101:19,014[A  ]| They also serve who only stand and waite.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\XVII\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Lawrence\ of vertuous Father vertuous Son, 
101:19,002[A  ]| Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, 
101:19,003[A  ]| Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire 
101:19,004[A  ]| Help wast a sullen day; what may be won 
101:19,005[A  ]| From the hard Season gaining:  time will run 
101:19,006[A  ]| On smoother, till \Favonius\ re-inspire 
101:19,007[A  ]| The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire 
101:19,008[A  ]| The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.  
101:19,009[A  ]| What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, 
101:19,010[A  ]| Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise 
101:19,011[A  ]| To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice 
101:19,012[A  ]| Warble immortal Notes and \Tuskan\ Ayre?  
101:19,013[A  ]| He who of those delights can judge, and spare 
101:19,014[A  ]| To interpose them oft, is not unwise.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\XVIII\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Cyriack\, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench 
101:19,002[A  ]| Of British \Themis\, with no mean applause 
101:19,003[A  ]| Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our Lawes, 
101:19,004[A  ]| Which others at their Barr so often wrench:  
101:19,005[A  ]| To*day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench 
101:19,006[A  ]| In mirth, that after no repenting drawes; 
101:19,007[A  ]| Let \Euclid\ rest and \Archimedes\ pause, 
101:19,008[A  ]| And what the \Swede\ intend, and what the \French\.  
101:19,009[A  ]| To measure life, learn thou betimes, and know 
101:19,010[A  ]| Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; 
101:19,011[A  ]| For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, 
101:19,012[A  ]| And disapproves that care, though wise in show, 
101:19,013[A  ]| That with superfluous burden loads the day, 
101:19,014[A  ]| And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.  
101:19,000['  ]| <XIX> 
101:19,001[A  ]| Methought I saw my late espoused Saint 
101:19,002[A  ]| Brought to me like \Alcestis\ from the grave, 
101:19,003[A  ]| Whom \Joves\ great Son to her glad Husband gave, 
101:19,004[A  ]| Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.  
101:19,005[A  ]| Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint, 
101:19,006[A  ]| Purification in the old Law did save, 
101:19,007[A  ]| And such, as yet once more I trust to have 
101:19,008[A  ]| Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, 
101:19,009[A  ]| Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:  
101:19,010[A  ]| Her face was vail'd, yet to my fancied sight, 
101:19,011[A  ]| Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd 
101:19,012[A  ]| So clear, as in no face with more delight.  
101:19,013[A  ]| But O as to embrace me she enclin'd 
101:19,014[A  ]| I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\On the new forcers of Conscience under the\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <\Long PARLIAMENT.\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, 
101:19,002[A  ]| And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie 
101:19,003[A  ]| To seise the widdow'd whore Pluralitie 
101:19,004[A  ]| From them whose sin ye envi'd, not abhor'd, 
101:19,005[A  ]| Dare ye for this adjure the Civill Sword 
101:19,006[A  ]| To force our Consciences that Christ set free, 
101:19,007[A  ]| And ride us with a classic Hierarchy 
101:19,008[A  ]| Taught ye by meer \A%*S%\ and \Rotherford\?  
101:19,009[A  ]| Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent 
101:19,010[A  ]| Would have been held in high esteem with \Paul\ 
101:19,011[A  ]| Must now be nam'd and printed Hereticks 
101:19,012[A  ]| By shallow \Edwards\ and Scotch what d'ye call:  
101:19,013[A  ]| But we do hope to find out all your tricks, 
101:19,014[A  ]| Your plots and packing wors then those of \Trent\, 
101:19,015[A  ]| That so the Parliament 
101:19,016[A  ]| May with their wholsom and preventive Shears 
101:19,017[A  ]| Clip your Phylacteries, though bauk your Ears, 
101:19,018[A  ]| And succour our just Fears 
101:19,019[A  ]| When they shall read this clearly in your charge 
101:19,020[A  ]| \New Presbyter\ is but \Old Priest\ writ Large.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\On the Lord Gen.\ Fairfax \at the seige of\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <Colchester.> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Fairfax\, whose name in armes through Europe rings 
101:19,002[A  ]| Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, 
101:19,003[A  ]| And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, 
101:19,004[A  ]| And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, 
101:19,005[A  ]| Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings 
101:19,006[A  ]| Victory home, though new rebellions raise 
101:19,007[A  ]| Thir Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies 
101:19,008[A  ]| Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings, 
101:19,009[A  ]| O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand; 
101:19,010[A  ]| For what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, 
101:19,011[A  ]| Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed, 
101:19,012[A  ]| And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand 
101:19,013[A  ]| Of Public Fraud.  In vain doth Valour bleed 
101:19,014[A  ]| While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\To the Lord Generall\ Cromwell \May 1652.\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <\On the Proposalls of certaine ministers\>
101:19,000['  ]| <\at the Committee for Propagation of\> 
101:19,000['  ]| <\the Gospell.\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Cromwell\, our cheif of men, who through a cloud 
101:19,002[A  ]| Not of warr onely, but detractions rude, 
101:19,003[A  ]| Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude 
101:19,004[A  ]| To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, 
101:19,005[A  ]| And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud 
101:19,006[A  ]| Hast reard Gods Trophies, & his work pursu'd, 
101:19,007[A  ]| While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd, 
101:19,008[A  ]| And \Dunbarr feild\ resounds thy praises loud, 
101:19,009[A  ]| And Worsters laureat wreath; yet much remaines 
101:19,010[A  ]| To conquer still; peace hath her victories 
101:19,011[A  ]| No less renownd then warr, new foes aries 
101:19,012[A  ]| Threatning to bind our soules with secular chaines:  
101:19,013[A  ]| Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw 
101:19,014[A  ]| Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\To\ Sr Henry Vane \the younger.\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Vane\, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old, 
101:19,002[A  ]| Then whome a better Senatour nere held 
101:19,003[A  ]| The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld 
101:19,004[A  ]| The feirce Epeirot & the African bold, 
101:19,005[A  ]| Whether to settle peace, or to unfold 
101:19,006[A  ]| The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld, 
101:19,007[A  ]| Then to advise how warr may best, upheld, 
101:19,008[A  ]| Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold 
101:19,009[A  ]| In all her equipage; besides to know 
101:19,010[A  ]| Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes 
101:19,011[A  ]| What severs each thou 'hast learnt, which few have don.  
101:19,012[A  ]| The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.  
101:19,013[A  ]| Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes 
101:19,014[A  ]| In peace, & reck'ns thee her eldest son.  
101:19,000['  ]| <\To Mr.\ Cyriack Skinner \upon his Blindness.\> 
101:19,001[A  ]| \Cyriack\, this three years day these eys, though clear 
101:19,002[A  ]| To outward view, of blemish or of spot; 
101:19,003[A  ]| Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot, 
101:19,004[A  ]| Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear 
101:19,005[A  ]| Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year, 
101:19,006[A  ]| Or man or woman.  Yet I argue not 
101:19,007[A  ]| Against heavns hand or will, nor bate a jot 
101:19,008[A  ]| Of heart or hope; but still bear vp and steer 
101:19,009[A  ]| Right onward.  What supports me, doth thou ask?  
101:19,010[A  ]| The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd 
101:19,011[A  ]| In libertyes defence, my noble task, 
101:19,012[A  ]| Of which all Europe talks from side to side.  
101:19,013[A  ]| This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask 
101:19,014[A  ]| Content though blind, had I no better guide.  
102:01,000['  ]| <A> 
102:01,000['  ]| <MASK> 
102:01,000['  ]| <PRESENTED> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\AT\ Ludlow-Castle,> 
102:01,000['  ]| <1634.  &c.> 
102:01,000['  ]| <The first Scene discovers a wilde Wood.> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\The attendant Spirit descends or enters.\> 
102:01,001[F  ]| BEFORE the starry threshold of \Joves\ Court 
102:01,002[F  ]| My mansion is, where those immortal shapes 
102:01,003[F  ]| Of bright ae+rial Spirits live insphear'd 
102:01,004[F  ]| In Regions milde of calm and serene Ayr, 
102:01,005[F  ]| Above the smoak and stirr of this dim spot, 
102:01,006[F  ]| Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care 
102:01,007[F  ]| Confin'd, and pester'd in this pin-fold here, 
102:01,008[F  ]| Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaverish being 
102:01,009[F  ]| Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives 
102:01,010[F  ]| After this mortal change, to her true Servants 
102:01,011[F  ]| Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats.  
102:01,012[F  ]| Yet som there be that by due steps aspire 
102:01,013[F  ]| To lay their just hands on that Golden Key 
102:01,014[F  ]| That ope's the Palace of Eternity:  
102:01,015[F  ]| To such my errand is, and but for such, 
102:01,016[F  ]| I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds.  
102:01,017[F  ]| With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould.  
102:01,018[F  ]| But to my task.  \Neptune\ besides the sway 
102:01,019[F  ]| Of every salt Flood, and each ebbing Stream, 
102:01,020[F  ]| Took in by lot 'twixt high, and neather \Jove\, 
102:01,021[F  ]| Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Iles 
102:01,022[F  ]| That like to rich, and various gemms inlay 
102:01,023[F  ]| The unadorned boosom of the Deep, 
102:01,024[F  ]| Which he to grace his tributary gods 
102:01,025[F  ]| By course commits to severall government, 
102:01,026[F  ]| And gives them leave to wear their Saphire crowns, 
102:01,027[F  ]| And weild their little tridents, but this Ile 
102:01,028[F  ]| The greatest, and the best of all the main 
102:01,029[F  ]| He quarters to his blu-hair'd deities, 
102:01,030[F  ]| And all this tract that fronts the falling sun 
102:01,031[F  ]| A noble Peer of mickle trust, and power 
102:01,032[F  ]| Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide 
102:01,033[F  ]| An old, and haughty Nation proud in Arms:  
102:01,034[F  ]| Where his fair off-spring nurs't in Princely lore, 
102:01,035[F  ]| Are coming to attend their Fathers state, 
102:01,036[F  ]| And new-entrusted Scepter, but their way 
102:01,037[F  ]| Lies through the perplex't paths of this drear Wood, 
102:01,038[F  ]| The nodding horror of whose shady brows 
102:01,039[F  ]| Threats the forlorn and wandring Passinger.  
102:01,040[F  ]| And here their tender age might suffer perill, 
102:01,041[F  ]| But that by quick command from Soveran \Jove\ 
102:01,042[F  ]| I was dispatcht for their defence, and guard; 
102:01,043[F  ]| And listen why, for I will tell ye now 
102:01,044[F  ]| What never yet was heard in Tale or Song 
102:01,045[F  ]| From old, or modern Bard in Hall, or Bowr.  
102:01,046[F  ]| \Bacchus\ that first from out the purple Grape, 
102:01,047[F  ]| Crush't the sweet poyson of mis-used Wine 
102:01,048[F  ]| After the \Tuscan\ Mariners transform'd 
102:01,049[F  ]| Coasting the \Tyrrhene\ shore, as the winds listed, 
102:01,050[F  ]| On \Circes\ Iland fell (who knows not \Circe\ 
102:01,051[F  ]| The daughter of the Sun?  Whose charmed Cup 
102:01,052[F  ]| Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, 
102:01,053[F  ]| And downward fell into a groveling Swine) 
102:01,054[F  ]| This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks, 
102:01,055[F  ]| With Ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth, 
102:01,056[F  ]| Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son 
102:01,057[F  ]| Much like his Father, but his Mother more, 
102:01,058[F  ]| Whom therfore she brought up and \Comus\ nam'd, 
102:01,059[F  ]| Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age, 
102:01,060[F  ]| Roaving the \Celtick\, and \Iberian\ fields, 
102:01,061[F  ]| At last betakes him to this ominous Wood, 
102:01,062[F  ]| And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr'd, 
102:01,063[F  ]| Excells his Mother at her mighty Art, 
102:01,064[F  ]| Offring to every weary Travailer, 
102:01,065[F  ]| His orient liquor in a Crystal Glasse, 
102:01,066[F  ]| To quench the drouth of \Pho*ebus\, which as they taste 
102:01,067[F  ]| (For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst) 
102:01,068[F  ]| Soon as the Potion works, their human count'nance, 
102:01,069[F  ]| Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd 
102:01,070[F  ]| Into som brutish form of Woolf, or Bear, 
102:01,071[F  ]| Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat, 
102:01,072[F  ]| All other parts remaining as they were, 
102:01,073[F  ]| And they, so perfect is their misery, 
102:01,074[F  ]| Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, 
102:01,075[F  ]| But boast themselves more comely then before 
102:01,076[F  ]| And all their friends, and native home forget 
102:01,077[F  ]| To roule with pleasure in a sensual stie.  
102:01,078[F  ]| Therfore when any favour'd of high \Jove\, 
102:01,079[F  ]| Chances to pass through this adventrous glade, 
102:01,080[F  ]| Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star, 
102:01,081[F  ]| I shoot from Heav'n to give him safe convoy, 
102:01,082[F  ]| As now I do:  But first I must put off 
102:01,083[F  ]| These my skie robes spun out of \Iris\ Wooff, 
102:01,084[F  ]| And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain, 
102:01,085[F  ]| That to the service of this house belongs, 
102:01,086[F  ]| Who with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song, 
102:01,087[F  ]| Well knows to still the wilde winds when they roar, 
102:01,088[F  ]| And hush the waving Woods, nor of lesse faith, 
102:01,089[F  ]| And in this office of his Mountain watch, 
102:01,090[F  ]| Likeliest, and neerest to the present ayd 
102:01,091[F  ]| Of this occasion.  But I hear the tread 
102:01,092[F  ]| Of hatefull steps, I must be viewles now.  
102:01,000['  ]| <Comus \enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, \> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\his Glass in the other, with him a rout of Monsters, \> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\headed like sundry sorts of wilde Beasts, but other-wise\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\like Men and Women, their Apparel glistring, they com in making a\> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\riotous and unruly noise, with Torches in their hands.\> 
102:01,093[B  ]| The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, 
102:01,094[B  ]| Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, 
102:01,095[B  ]| And the gilded Car of Day, 
102:01,096[B  ]| His glowing Axle doth allay 
102:01,097[B  ]| In the steep \Atlantick\ stream, 
102:01,098[B  ]| And the slope Sun his upward beam 
102:01,099[B  ]| Shoots against the dusky Pole, 
102:01,100[B  ]| Pacing toward the other gole 
102:01,101[B  ]| Of his Chamber in the East.  
102:01,102[B  ]| Mean*while welcom Joy, and Feast, 
102:01,103[B  ]| Midnight shout, and revelry, 
102:01,104[B  ]| Tipsie dance, and Jollity.  
102:01,105[B  ]| Braid your Locks with rosie Twine 
102:01,106[B  ]| Dropping odours, dropping Wine.  
102:01,107[B  ]| Rigor now is gon to bed, 
102:01,108[B  ]| And Advice with scrupulous head, 
102:01,109[B  ]| Strict Age, and sowre Severity, 
102:01,110[B  ]| With their grave Saws in slumber ly.  
102:01,111[B  ]| We that are of purer fire 
102:01,112[B  ]| Imitate the Starry Quire, 
102:01,113[B  ]| Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears, 
102:01,114[B  ]| Lead in swift round the Months and Years.  
102:01,115[B  ]| The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove 
102:01,116[B  ]| Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move, 
102:01,117[B  ]| And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves, 
102:01,118[B  ]| Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves; 
102:01,119[B  ]| By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim, 
102:01,120[B  ]| The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim, 
102:01,121[B  ]| Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:  
102:01,122[B  ]| What hath night to do with sleep?  
102:01,123[B  ]| Night hath better sweets to prove, 
102:01,124[B  ]| \Venus\ now wakes, and wak'ns Love.  
102:01,125[B  ]| Com let us our rights begin, 
102:01,126[B  ]| 'Tis onely day-light that makes Sin 
102:01,127[B  ]| Which these dun shades will ne're report.  
102:01,128[B  ]| Hail Goddesse of Nocturnal sport 
102:01,129[B  ]| Dark vaild \Cotytto\, t' whom the secret flame 
102:01,130[B  ]| Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame 
102:01,131[B  ]| That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom 
102:01,132[B  ]| Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom, 
102:01,133[B  ]| And makes one blot of all the ayr, 
102:01,134[B  ]| Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair, 
102:01,135[B  ]| Wherin thou rid'st with \Hecat\, and befriend 
102:01,136[B  ]| Us thy vow'd Priests, til utmost end 
102:01,137[B  ]| Of all thy dues be done, and none left out, 
102:01,138[B  ]| Ere the blabbing Eastern scout, 
102:01,139[B  ]| The nice Morn on th' \Indian\ steep 
102:01,140[B  ]| From her cabin'd loop hole peep, 
102:01,141[B  ]| And to the tel-tale Sun discry 
102:01,142[B  ]| Our conceal'd Solemnity.  
102:01,143[B  ]| Com, knit hands, and beat the ground, 
102:01,144[B  ]| In a light fantastick round.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The measure.\> 
102:01,145[B  ]| Break off, break off, I feel the different pace, 
102:01,146[B  ]| Of som chast footing neer about this ground.  
102:01,147[B  ]| Run to your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees.  
102:01,148[B  ]| Our number may affright:  Som Virgin sure 
102:01,149[B  ]| (For so I can distinguish by mine Art) 
102:01,150[B  ]| Benighted in these Woods.  Now to my charms, 
102:01,151[B  ]| And to my wily trains, I shall e're long 
102:01,152[B  ]| Be well stock't with as fair a herd as graz'd 
102:01,153[B  ]| About my Mother \Circe\.  Thus I hurl 
102:01,154[B  ]| My dazling Spells into the spungy ayr, 
102:01,155[B  ]| Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion, 
102:01,156[B  ]| And give it false presentments, lest the place 
102:01,157[B  ]| And my quaint habits breed astonishment, 
102:01,158[B  ]| And put the Damsel to suspicious flight, 
102:01,159[B  ]| Which must not be, for that's against my course; 
102:01,160[B  ]| I under fair pretence of friendly ends, 
102:01,161[B  ]| And well plac'd words of glozing courtesie 
102:01,162[B  ]| Baited with reasons not unplausible 
102:01,163[B  ]| Wind me into the easie-hearted man, 
102:01,164[B  ]| And hugg him into snares.  When once her eye 
102:01,165[B  ]| Hath met the vertue of this Magick dust, 
102:01,166[B  ]| I shall appear som harmles Villager 
102:01,167[B  ]| Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear, 
102:01,168[B  ]| But here she comes, I fairly step aside, 
102:01,169[B  ]| And hearken, if I may, her busines here.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The Lady enters.\> 
102:01,170[A  ]| This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, 
102:01,171[A  ]| My best guide now, me thought it was the sound 
102:01,172[A  ]| Of Riot, and ill manag'd Merriment, 
102:01,173[A  ]| Such as the jocond Flute, or gamesom Pipe 
102:01,174[A  ]| Stirs up among the loose unleter'd Hinds, 
102:01,175[A  ]| When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full 
102:01,176[A  ]| In wanton dance they praise the bounteous \Pan\, 
102:01,177[A  ]| And thank the gods amiss.  I should be loath 
102:01,178[A  ]| To meet the rudenesse, and swill'd insolence 
102:01,179[A  ]| Of such late Wassailers; yet O where els 
102:01,180[A  ]| Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 
102:01,181[A  ]| In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood?  
102:01,182[A  ]| My Brothers when they saw me wearied out 
102:01,183[A  ]| With this long way, resolving here to lodge 
102:01,184[A  ]| Under the spreading favour of these Pines, 
102:01,185[A  ]| Stept as they se'd to the next Thicket side 
102:01,186[A  ]| To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit 
102:01,187[A  ]| As the kind hospitable Woods provide.  
102:01,188[A  ]| They left me then, when the gray-hooded Eev'n 
102:01,189[A  ]| Like a sad Votarist in Palmers weed 
102:01,190[A  ]| Rose from the hindmost wheels of \Pho*ebus\ wain.  
102:01,191[A  ]| But where they are, and why they came not back, 
102:01,192[A  ]| Is now the labour of my thoughts, 'tis likeliest 
102:01,193[A  ]| They had ingag'd their wandring steps too far, 
102:01,194[A  ]| And envious darknes, e're they could return, 
102:01,195[A  ]| Had stole them from me, els O theevish Night 
102:01,196[A  ]| Why wouldst thou, but for som fellonious end, 
102:01,197[A  ]| In thy dark lantern thus close up the Stars, 
102:01,198[A  ]| That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their Lamps 
102:01,199[A  ]| With everlasting oil, to give due light 
102:01,200[A  ]| To the misled and lonely Travailer?  
102:01,201[A  ]| This is the place, as well as I may guess, 
102:01,202[A  ]| Whence eev'n now the tumult of loud Mirth 
102:01,203[A  ]| Was rife, and perfet in my list'ning ear, 
102:01,204[A  ]| Yet nought but single darknes do I find.  
102:01,205[A  ]| What might this be?  A thousand fantasies 
102:01,206[A  ]| Begin to throng into my memory 
102:01,207[A  ]| Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, 
102:01,208[A  ]| And airy tongues, that syllable mens names 
102:01,209[A  ]| On Sands, and Shoars, and desert Wildernesses.  
102:01,210[A  ]| These thoughts may startle well, but not astound 
102:01,211[A  ]| The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended 
102:01,212[A  ]| By a strong siding champion Conscience.  ~~  
102:01,213[A  ]| O welcom pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, 
102:01,214[A  ]| Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, 
102:01,215[A  ]| And thou unblemish't form of Chastity, 
102:01,216[A  ]| I see ye visibly, and now beleeve 
102:01,217[A  ]| That he, the Supreme good, t' whom all things ill 
102:01,218[A  ]| Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, 
102:01,219[A  ]| Would send a glistring Guardian if need were 
102:01,220[A  ]| To keep my life and honour unassail'd.  
102:01,221[A  ]| Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud 
102:01,222[A  ]| Turn forth her silver lining on the night?  
102:01,223[A  ]| I did not err, there does a sable cloud 
102:01,224[A  ]| Turn forth her silver lining on the night, 
102:01,225[A  ]| And casts a gleam over the tufted Grove.  
102:01,226[A  ]| I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but 
102:01,227[A  ]| Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest 
102:01,228[A  ]| Ile venter, for my new enliv'nd spirits 
102:01,229[A  ]| Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.  
102:01,000['  ]| <SONG.> 
102:01,230[A  ]| \Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen\ 
102:01,231[A  ]| \Within thy airy shell\ 
102:01,232[A  ]| \By slow\ Meander's \margent green,\ 
102:01,233[A  ]| \And in the violet imbroider'd vale\ 
102:01,234[A  ]| \Where the love-lorn Nightingale\ 
102:01,235[A  ]| \Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well.\ 
102:01,236[A  ]| \Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair\ 
102:01,237[A  ]| \That likest thy\ Narcissus \are?\ 
102:01,238[A  ]| \O if thou have\ 
102:01,239[A  ]| \Hid them in som flowry Cave,\ 
102:01,240[A  ]| \Tell me but where\ 
102:01,241[A  ]| \Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear,\ 
102:01,242[A  ]| \So maist thou be translated to the skies,\ 
102:01,243[A  ]| \And give resounding grace to all Heavn's Harmonies.\ 
102:01,244[B  ]| Can any mortal mixture of Earths mould 
102:01,245[B  ]| Breath such Divine inchanting ravishment?  
102:01,246[B  ]| Sure somthing holy lodges in that brest, 
102:01,247[B  ]| And with these raptures moves the vocal air 
102:01,248[B  ]| To testifie his hidd'n residence; 
102:01,249[B  ]| How sweetly did they float upon the wings 
102:01,250[B  ]| Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night 
102:01,251[B  ]| At every fall smoothing the Raven doune 
102:01,252[B  ]| Of darknes till it smil'd:  I have oft heard 
102:01,253[B  ]| My mother \Circe\ with the Sirens three, 
102:01,254[B  ]| Amid'st the flowry-kirtl'd \Naiades\ 
102:01,255[B  ]| Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs, 
102:01,256[B  ]| Who as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, 
102:01,257[B  ]| And lap it in \Elysium, Scylla\ wept, 
102:01,258[B  ]| And chid her barking waves into attention, 
102:01,259[B  ]| And fell \Charybdis\ murmur'd soft applause:  
102:01,260[B  ]| Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense, 
102:01,261[B  ]| And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it*self, 
102:01,262[B  ]| But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, 
102:01,263[B  ]| Such sober certainty of waking bliss 
102:01,264[B  ]| I never heard till now.  Ile speak to her 
102:01,265[B  ]| And she shall be my Queen.  Hail forren wonder 
102:01,266[B  ]| Whom certain these rough shades did never breed 
102:01,267[B  ]| Unlesse the Goddesse that in rurall shrine 
102:01,268[B  ]| Dwell'st her with \Pan\, or \Silvan\, by blest Song 
102:01,269[B  ]| Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog 
102:01,270[B  ]| To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood.  
102:01,271[A  ]| Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise 
102:01,272[A  ]| That is addrest to unattending Ears, 
102:01,273[A  ]| Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift 
102:01,274[A  ]| How to regain my sever'd company 
102:01,275[A  ]| Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo 
102:01,276[A  ]| To give me answer from her mossie Couch.  
102:01,277[B  ]| What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?  
102:01,278[A  ]| Dim darknes, and this leavy Labyrinth.  
102:01,279[B  ]| Could that divide you from neer-ushering guides?  
102:01,280[A  ]| They left me weary on a grassie terf.  
102:01,281[B  ]| By falshood, or discourtesie, or why?  
102:01,282[A  ]| To seek i'th vally som cool friendly Spring.  
102:01,283[B  ]| And left your fair side all unguarded Lady?  
102:01,284[A  ]| They were but tweain, and purpos'd quick return.  
102:01,285[B  ]| Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them.  
102:01,286[A  ]| How easie my misfortune is to hit!  
102:01,287[B  ]| Imports their loss, beside the present need?  
102:01,288[A  ]| No less then if I should my brothers loose.  
102:01,289[B  ]| Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?  
102:01,290[A  ]| As smooth as \Hebe's\ their unrazor'd lips.  
102:01,291[B  ]| Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe 
102:01,292[B  ]| In his loose trances from the furrow came, 
102:01,293[B  ]| And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate; 
102:01,294[B  ]| I saw them under a green mantling vine 
102:01,295[B  ]| That crawls along the side of yon small hill, 
102:01,296[B  ]| Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots, 
102:01,297[B  ]| Their port was more then human, as they stood; 
102:01,298[B  ]| I took it for a fae+ry vision 
102:01,299[B  ]| Of som gay creatures of the element 
102:01,300[B  ]| That in the colours of the Rainbow live 
102:01,301[B  ]| And play i'th plighted clouds.  I was aw-strook, 
102:01,302[B  ]| And as I past, I worshipt:  if those you seek 
102:01,303[B  ]| It were a journey like the path to Heavn'n, 
102:01,304[B  ]| To help you find them.  
102:01,304[A  ]| Gentle villager 
102:01,305[A  ]| What readiest way would bring me to that place?  
102:01,306[B  ]| Due west it rises from this shrubby point.  
102:01,307[A  ]| To find out that, good Shepherd, I suppose, 
102:01,308[A  ]| In such a scant allowance of Star-light, 
102:01,309[A  ]| Would overtask the best Land-Pilots art, 
102:01,310[A  ]| Without the sure guess of well-practiz'd feet, 
102:01,311[B  ]| I know each lane, and every alley green 
102:01,312[B  ]| Dingle, or bushy dell of this wilde Wood, 
102:01,313[B  ]| And every bosky bourn from side to side 
102:01,314[B  ]| My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood, 
102:01,315[B  ]| And if your stray attendance be yet lodg'd, 
102:01,316[B  ]| Or shroud within these limits, I shall know 
102:01,317[B  ]| Ere morrow wake, or the low roosted lark 
102:01,318[B  ]| From her thatch't pallat rowse, if otherwise 
102:01,319[B  ]| I can conduct you Lady to a low 
102:01,320[B  ]| But loyal cottage, where you may be safe 
102:01,321[B  ]| Till further quest.  
102:01,321[A  ]| Shepherd I take thy word, 
102:01,322[A  ]| And trust thy honest offer'd courtesie, 
102:01,323[A  ]| Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds 
102:01,324[A  ]| With smoaky rafters, then in tapstry Halls 
102:01,325[A  ]| And Courts of Princes, where it first was nam'd, 
102:01,326[A  ]| And yet is most pretended:  In a place 
102:01,327[A  ]| Less warranted then this, or less secure 
102:01,328[A  ]| I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.  
102:01,329[A  ]| Eie me blest Providence, and square my triall 
102:01,330[A  ]| To my proportion'd strength.  Shepherd lead on.  ~~  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The Two Brothers.\> 
102:01,331[C  ]| Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair Moon 
102:01,332[C  ]| That wontst to love the travailers benizon, 
102:01,333[C  ]| Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, 
102:01,334[C  ]| And disinherit \Chaos\, that raigns here 
102:01,335[C  ]| In double night of darknes, and of shades; 
102:01,336[C  ]| Or if your influence be quite damm'd up 
102:01,337[C  ]| With black usurping mists, som gentle taper 
102:01,338[C  ]| Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole 
102:01,339[C  ]| Of som clay habitation visit us 
102:01,340[C  ]| With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light, 
102:01,341[C  ]| And thou shalt be our star of \Arcady\, 
102:01,342[C  ]| Or \Tyrian\ Cynosure.  
102:01,342[D  ]| Or if our eyes 
102:01,343[D  ]| Be barr'd that happines, might we but hear 
102:01,344[D  ]| The folded flocks pen'd in their watled cotes, 
102:01,345[D  ]| Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops, 
102:01,346[D  ]| Or whistle from the Lodge, or village cock 
102:01,347[D  ]| Count the night watches to his feathery Dames, 
102:01,348[D  ]| 'Twould be som solace yet, som little chearing 
102:01,349[D  ]| In this close dungeon of innumerous bowes.  
102:01,350[D  ]| But O that haples virgin our lost sister 
102:01,351[D  ]| Where may she wander now, whether betake her 
102:01,352[D  ]| From the chill dew, amongst rude burrs and thistles?  
102:01,353[D  ]| Perhaps som cold bank is her boulster now 
102:01,354[D  ]| Or 'gainst the rugged bark of som broad Elm 
102:01,355[D  ]| Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with sad fears.  
102:01,356[D  ]| What if in wild amazement, and affright, 
102:01,357[D  ]| Or while we speak within the direfull grasp 
102:01,358[D  ]| Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat?  
102:01,359[C  ]| Peace brother, be not over-exquisite 
102:01,360[C  ]| To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; 
102:01,361[C  ]| For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, 
102:01,362[C  ]| What need a man forestall his date of grief, 
102:01,363[C  ]| And run to meet what he would most avoid?  
102:01,364[C  ]| Or if they be but false alarms of Fear, 
102:01,365[C  ]| How bitter is such self-delusion?  
102:01,366[C  ]| I do not think my sister so to seek, 
102:01,367[C  ]| Or so unprincipl'd in vertues book, 
102:01,368[C  ]| And the sweet peace that goodnes boosoms ever, 
102:01,369[C  ]| As that the single want of light and noise 
102:01,370[C  ]| (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) 
102:01,371[C  ]| Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, 
102:01,372[C  ]| And put them into mis-becoming plight.  
102:01,373[C  ]| Vertue could see to do what vertue would 
102:01,374[C  ]| By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon 
102:01,375[C  ]| Were in the flat Sea sunk.  And Wisdoms self 
102:01,376[C  ]| Oft seeks to sweet retired Solitude, 
102:01,377[C  ]| Where with her best nurse Contemplation 
102:01,378[C  ]| She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings 
102:01,379[C  ]| That in the various bussle of resort 
102:01,380[C  ]| Were all too ruffl'd, and somtimes impair'd.  
102:01,381[C  ]| He that has light within his own cleer brest 
102:01,382[C  ]| May ith i'th center, and enjoy bright day, 
102:01,383[C  ]| But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts 
102:01,384[C  ]| Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun; 
102:01,385[C  ]| Himself is his own dungeon.  
102:01,385[D  ]| Tis most true 
102:01,386[D  ]| That musing meditation most affects 
102:01,387[D  ]| The pensive secrecy of desert cell, 
102:01,388[D  ]| Far from the cheerfull haunt of men, and herds, 
102:01,389[D  ]| And sits as safe as in a Senat house, 
102:01,390[D  ]| For who would rob a Hermit of his Weeds, 
102:01,391[D  ]| His few Books, or his Beads, or Maple Dish, 
102:01,392[D  ]| Or do his gray hairs any violence?  
102:01,393[D  ]| But beauty like the fair Hesperian Tree 
102:01,394[D  ]| Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard 
102:01,395[D  ]| Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye, 
102:01,396[D  ]| To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit 
102:01,397[D  ]| From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.  
102:01,398[D  ]| You may as well spred out the unsun'd heaps 
102:01,399[D  ]| Of Misers treasures by an out-laws den, 
102:01,400[D  ]| And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope 
102:01,401[D  ]| Danger will wink on Opportunity, 
102:01,402[D  ]| And let a single helpless maiden pass 
102:01,403[D  ]| Uninjur'd in this wilde surrounding wast.  
102:01,404[D  ]| Of night, or loneliness it recks me not, 
102:01,405[D  ]| I fear the dred events that dog them both, 
102:01,406[D  ]| Lest som ill greeting touch attempt the person 
102:01,407[D  ]| Of our unowned sister.  
102:01,407[C  ]| I do not, brother, 
102:01,408[C  ]| Inferr, as if I thought my sisters state 
102:01,409[C  ]| Secure without all doubt, or controversie:  
102:01,410[C  ]| Yet where an equall poise of hope and fear 
102:01,411[C  ]| Does arbitrate th' event, my nature is 
102:01,412[C  ]| That I encline to hope, rather then fear, 
102:01,413[C  ]| And gladly banish squint suspicion.  
102:01,414[C  ]| My sister is not so defenceless left 
102:01,415[C  ]| As you imagine, she has a hidden strength 
102:01,416[C  ]| Which you remember not.  
102:01,416[D  ]| What hidden strength, 
102:01,417[D  ]| Unless the strength of Heav'n, if you mean that?  
102:01,418[C  ]| I mean that too, but yet a hidden strength 
102:01,419[C  ]| Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her own:  
102:01,420[C  ]| 'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity:  
102:01,421[C  ]| She that has that, is clad in compleat steel, 
102:01,422[C  ]| And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keen 
102:01,423[C  ]| May trace huge Forests, and unharbour'd Heaths, 
102:01,424[C  ]| Infamous Hills, and sandy perilous wildes, 
102:01,425[C  ]| Where through the sacred rayes of Chastity, 
102:01,426[C  ]| No savage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneer 
102:01,427[C  ]| Will dare to soyl her Virgin purity, 
102:01,428[C  ]| Yea there, where very desolation dwels 
102:01,429[C  ]| By grots, and caverns shag'd with horrid shades, 
102:01,430[C  ]| She may pass on with unblench't majesty, 
102:01,431[C  ]| Be it not don in pride, or in presumption.  
102:01,432[C  ]| Som say no evil thing that walks by night 
102:01,433[C  ]| In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, 
102:01,434[C  ]| Blew meager Hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, 
102:01,435[C  ]| That breaks his magick chains at \curfeu\ time, 
102:01,436[C  ]| No goblin, or swart fae+ry of the mine, 
102:01,437[C  ]| Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.  
102:01,438[C  ]| Do ye beleeve me yet, or shall I call 
102:01,439[C  ]| Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece 
102:01,440[C  ]| To testifie the arms of Chastity?  
102:01,441[C  ]| Hence had the huntress \Dian\ her dred bow 
102:01,442[C  ]| Fair silver-shafted Queen for*ever chaste, 
102:01,443[C  ]| Wherwith she tam'd the brinded lioness 
102:01,444[C  ]| And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought 
102:01,445[C  ]| The frivolous bolt of \Cupid\, gods and men 
102:01,446[C  ]| Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen oth' Woods.  
102:01,447[C  ]| What was that snaky-headed \Gorgon\ sheild 
102:01,448[C  ]| That wise \Minerva\ wore, unconquer'd Virgin, 
102:01,449[C  ]| Wherwith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd stone?  
102:01,450[C  ]| But rigid looks of Chast austerity, 
102:01,451[C  ]| And noble grace that dash't brute violence 
102:01,452[C  ]| With sudden adoration, and blank aw.  
102:01,453[C  ]| So dear to Heav'n is Saintly chastity, 
102:01,454[C  ]| That when a soul is found sincerely so, 
102:01,455[C  ]| A thousand liveried Angels lacky her, 
102:01,456[C  ]| Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, 
102:01,457[C  ]| And in cleer dream, and solemn vision 
102:01,458[C  ]| Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, 
102:01,459[C  ]| Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants 
102:01,460[C  ]| Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape, 
102:01,461[C  ]| The unpolluted temple of the mind, 
102:01,462[C  ]| And turns it by degrees to the souls essence, 
102:01,463[C  ]| Till all be made immortal:  but when lust 
102:01,464[C  ]| By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, 
102:01,465[C  ]| But most by leud and lavish act of sin, 
102:01,466[C  ]| Lets in defilement to the inward parts, 
102:01,467[C  ]| The soul grows clotted by contagion, 
102:01,468[C  ]| Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite loose 
102:01,469[C  ]| The divine property of her first being.  
102:01,470[C  ]| Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp 
102:01,471[C  ]| Oft seen in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers 
102:01,472[C  ]| Lingering, and sitting by a new made grave, 
102:01,473[C  ]| As loath to leave the body that it lov'd, 
102:01,474[C  ]| And link't it*self by carnal sensualty 
102:01,475[C  ]| To a degenerate and degraded state.  
102:01,476[D  ]| How charming is divine Philosophy!  
102:01,477[D  ]| Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, 
102:01,478[D  ]| But musical as is \Apollo's\ lute, 
102:01,479[D  ]| And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, 
102:01,480[D  ]| Where no crude surfet raigns.  
102:01,480[C  ]| List, list, I hear 
102:01,481[C  ]| Som far off hallow break the silent Air.  
102:01,482[D  ]| Me thought so too; what should it be?  
102:01,482[C  ]| For certain 
102:01,483[C  ]| Either som*one like us night-founder'd here, 
102:01,484[C  ]| Or els som neighbour Wood-man, or at worst, 
102:01,485[C  ]| Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows.  
102:01,486[D  ]| Heav'n keep my sister, agen agen and neer, 
102:01,487[D  ]| Best draw, and stand upon our guard.  
102:01,487[C  ]| Ile hallow, 
102:01,488[C  ]| If he be friendly he comes well, if not, 
102:01,489[C  ]| Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The attendant Spirit habited like a Shepherd.\> 
102:01,490[C  ]| That hallow I should know, what are you?  speak; 
102:01,491[C  ]| Com not too neer, you fall on iron stakes else.  
102:01,492[F  ]| What voice is that, my young Lord?  speak agen.  
102:01,493[D  ]| O brother, 'tis my father Shepherd sure.  
102:01,494[C  ]| \Thyrsis\?  Whose artful strains have oft delaid 
102:01,495[C  ]| The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, 
102:01,496[C  ]| And sweetn'd every muskrose of the dale, 
102:01,497[C  ]| How cam'st thou here good Swain?  hath any ram 
102:01,498[C  ]| Slip't from the fold, or young Kid lost his dam, 
102:01,499[C  ]| Or straggling weather the pen't flock forsook?  
102:01,500[C  ]| How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook?  
102:01,501[F  ]| O my lov'd masters heir, and his next joy, 
102:01,502[F  ]| I came not here on such a trivial toy 
102:01,503[F  ]| As a stray'd Ewe, or to pursue the stealth 
102:01,504[F  ]| Of pilfering Woolf, not all the fleecy wealth 
102:01,505[F  ]| That doth enrich these Downs, is worth a thought 
102:01,506[F  ]| To this my errand, and the care it brought.  
102:01,507[F  ]| But O my Virgin Lady, where is she?  
102:01,508[F  ]| How chance she is not in your company?  
102:01,509[C  ]| To tell thee sadly Shepherd, without blame, 
102:01,510[C  ]| Or our neglect, we lost her as we came.  
102:01,511[F  ]| Ay me unhappy then my fears are true.  
102:01,512[C  ]| What fears good \Thyrsis\?  Prethee briefly shew.  
102:01,513[F  ]| Ile tell ye, 'tis not vain or fabulous, 
102:01,514[F  ]| (Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance) 
102:01,515[F  ]| What the sage Poe+ts taught by th' heav'nly Muse, 
102:01,516[F  ]| Storied of old in high immortal vers 
102:01,517[F  ]| Of dire \Chimera's\ and inchanted Iles, 
102:01,518[F  ]| And rifted Rocks whose entrance leads to hell, 
102:01,519[F  ]| For such there be, but unbelief is blind.  
102:01,520[F  ]| Within the navil of this hideous Wood, 
102:01,521[F  ]| Immur'd in cypress shades a Sorcerer dwels 
102:01,522[F  ]| Of \Bacchus\, and of \Circe\ born, great \Comus\, 
102:01,523[F  ]| Deep skill'd in all his mothers witcheries, 
102:01,524[F  ]| And here to every thirsty wanderer, 
102:01,525[F  ]| By sly enticement gives his banefull cup, 
102:01,526[F  ]| With many murmurs mixt, whose pleasing poison 
102:01,527[F  ]| The visage quite transforms of him that drinks, 
102:01,528[F  ]| And the inglorious likenes of a beast 
102:01,529[F  ]| Fixes instead, unmoulding reasons mintage 
102:01,530[F  ]| Character'd in the face; this have I learn't 
102:01,531[F  ]| Tending my flocks hard by i'th hilly crofts, 
102:01,532[F  ]| That brow this bottom glade, whence night by night 
102:01,533[F  ]| He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl 
102:01,534[F  ]| Like stabl'd wolves, or tigers at their prey, 
102:01,535[F  ]| Doing abhorred rites to \Hecate\ 
102:01,536[F  ]| In their obscured haunts of inmost bowres.  
102:01,537[F  ]| Yet have they many baits, and guilefull spells 
102:01,538[F  ]| To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense 
102:01,539[F  ]| Of them that pass unweeting by the way.  
102:01,540[F  ]| This evening late by then the chewing flocks 
102:01,541[F  ]| Had ta'n their supper on the savoury Herb 
102:01,542[F  ]| Of Knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold, 
102:01,543[F  ]| I sate me down to watch upon a bank 
102:01,544[F  ]| With Ivy canopied, and interwove 
102:01,545[F  ]| With flaunting Hony-suckle, and began 
102:01,546[F  ]| Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy 
102:01,547[F  ]| To meditate my rural minstrelsie, 
102:01,548[F  ]| Till fancy had her fill, but ere a close 
102:01,549[F  ]| The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods, 
102:01,550[F  ]| And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance, 
102:01,551[F  ]| At which I ceas't, and listen'd them a while, 
102:01,552[F  ]| Till an unusual stop of sudden silence 
102:01,553[F  ]| Gave respit to the drowsie frighted steeds 
102:01,554[F  ]| That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleep.  
102:01,555[F  ]| At last a soft and solemn breathing sound 
102:01,556[F  ]| Rose like a steam of rich distill'd Perfumes, 
102:01,557[F  ]| And stole upon the Air, that even Silence 
102:01,558[F  ]| Was took e're she was ware, and wish't she might 
102:01,559[F  ]| Deny her nature, and be never more 
102:01,560[F  ]| Still to be so displac't.  I was all eare, 
102:01,561[F  ]| And took in strains that might create a soul 
102:01,562[F  ]| Under the ribs of Death, but O ere long 
102:01,563[F  ]| Too well I did perceive it was the voice 
102:01,564[F  ]| Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear sister.  
102:01,565[F  ]| Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear, 
102:01,566[F  ]| And O poor hapless Nightingale thought I, 
102:01,567[F  ]| How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!  
102:01,568[F  ]| Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong hast 
102:01,569[F  ]| Through paths, and turning oft'n trod by day, 
102:01,570[F  ]| Till guided by mine ear I found the place 
102:01,571[F  ]| Where that damn'd wisard hid in sly disguise 
102:01,572[F  ]| (For so by certain signes I knew) had met 
102:01,573[F  ]| Already, ere my best speed could pra*event, 
102:01,574[F  ]| The aidless innocent Lady his wish't prey, 
102:01,575[F  ]| Who gently ask't if he had seen such two, 
102:01,576[F  ]| Supposing him som neighbour villager; 
102:01,577[F  ]| Longer I durst not stay, but soon I guess't 
102:01,578[F  ]| Ye were the two she mean't, with that I sprung 
102:01,579[F  ]| Into swift flight, till I had found you here, 
102:01,580[F  ]| But furder know I not.  
102:01,580[D  ]| O night and shades, 
102:01,581[D  ]| How are ye joyn'd with hell in triple knot 
102:01,582[D  ]| Against th' unarmed weakness of one Virgin 
102:01,583[D  ]| Alone, and helpless!  Is this the confidence 
102:01,584[D  ]| You gave me Brother?  
102:01,584[C  ]| Yes, and keep it still, 
102:01,585[C  ]| Lean on it safely, not a period 
102:01,586[C  ]| Shall be unsaid for me:  against the threats 
102:01,587[C  ]| Of malice or of sorcery, or that power 
102:01,588[C  ]| Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm, 
102:01,589[C  ]| Vertue may be assail'd, but never hurt, 
102:01,590[C  ]| Surpriz'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd, 
102:01,591[C  ]| Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, 
102:01,592[C  ]| Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.  
102:01,593[C  ]| But evil on it*self shall back recoyl, 
102:01,594[C  ]| And mix no more with goodness, when at last 
102:01,595[C  ]| Gather'd like scum, and setl'd to it*self 
102:01,596[C  ]| It shall be in eternal restless change 
102:01,597[C  ]| Self-fed and self-consum'd, if this fail, 
102:01,598[C  ]| The pillar'd firmament is rott'nness, 
102:01,599[C  ]| And earths base built on stubble.  But com let's on.  
102:01,600[C  ]| Against th' opposing will and arm of Heav'n 
102:01,601[C  ]| May never this just sword be lifted up, 
102:01,602[C  ]| But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt 
102:01,603[C  ]| With all the greisly legions that troop 
102:01,604[C  ]| Under the sooty flag of \Acheron\, 
102:01,605[C  ]| \Harpyies\ and \Hydra's\, or all the monstrous forms 
102:01,606[C  ]| 'Twixt \Africa\ and \Inde\, Ile find him out, 
102:01,607[C  ]| And force him to restore his purchase back, 
102:01,608[C  ]| Or drag him by the curls, to a foul death, 
102:01,609[C  ]| Curs'd as his life.  
102:01,609[F  ]| Alas good ventrous youth, 
102:01,610[F  ]| I love thy courage yet, and bold Emprise, 
102:01,611[F  ]| But here thy sword can do thee little stead, 
102:01,612[F  ]| Farr other arms, and other weapons must 
102:01,613[F  ]| Be those that quell the might of hellish charms, 
102:01,614[F  ]| He with his bare wand can unthred thy joynts, 
102:01,615[F  ]| And crumble all thy sinews.  
102:01,615[C  ]| Why prethee Shepherd 
102:01,616[C  ]| How durst thou then thy*self approach so neer 
102:01,617[C  ]| As to make this relation?  
102:01,617[F  ]| Care and utmost shifts 
102:01,618[F  ]| How to secure the Lady from surprisal, 
102:01,619[F  ]| Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad 
102:01,620[F  ]| Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd 
102:01,621[F  ]| In every vertuous plant and healing herb 
102:01,622[F  ]| That spreds her verdant leaf to th' morning ray, 
102:01,623[F  ]| He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing, 
102:01,624[F  ]| Which when I did, he on the tender grass 
102:01,625[F  ]| Would sit, and hearken even to extasie, 
102:01,626[F  ]| And in requitall ope his leathe'n scrip, 
102:01,627[F  ]| And shew me simples of a thousand names 
102:01,628[F  ]| Telling their strange and vigorous faculties; 
102:01,629[F  ]| Amongst the rest a small unsightly root, 
102:01,630[F  ]| But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; 
102:01,631[F  ]| The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, 
102:01,632[F  ]| But in another Countrey, as he said, 
102:01,633[F  ]| Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:  
102:01,634[F  ]| Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swayn 
102:01,635[F  ]| Treads on it daily with ihs clouted shoon, 
102:01,636[F  ]| And yet more med'cinal is it then that \Moly\ 
102:01,637[F  ]| That \Hermes\ once to wise \Ulysses\ gave; 
102:01,638[F  ]| He call'd it \Ho*emony\, and gave it me, 
102:01,639[F  ]| And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use 
102:01,640[F  ]| 'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or damp 
102:01,641[F  ]| Or gastly furies apparition; 
102:01,642[F  ]| I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made, 
102:01,643[F  ]| Till not that this extremity compell'd, 
102:01,644[F  ]| But now I find it true; for by this means 
102:01,645[F  ]| I knew the foul inchanter though disguis'd, 
102:01,646[F  ]| Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, 
102:01,647[F  ]| And yet came off:  if you have this about you 
102:01,648[F  ]| (As I will give you when we go) you may 
102:01,649[F  ]| Boldly assault the necromancers hall; 
102:01,650[F  ]| Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 
102:01,651[F  ]| And brandish't blade rush on him, break his glass, 
102:01,652[F  ]| And shed the lushious liquor on the ground, 
102:01,653[F  ]| But sease his wand, though he and his cruel crew 
102:01,654[F  ]| Feirce signe of battail make, and menace high, 
102:01,655[F  ]| Or like the sons of \Vulcan\ vomit smoak, 
102:01,656[F  ]| Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.  
102:01,657[C  ]| \Thyrsis\ lead on apace, Ile follow thee, 
102:01,658[C  ]| And som good angel bear a sheild before us.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The Scene changes to a stately Palace, set out with all\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\manner of deliciousness; soft Musick, Tables spred with all\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\ dainties.\  Comus \appears with his rabble, and the Lady\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\ set in an inchanted Chair, to whom he offer his Glass,\> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\which she puts by, and goes about to rise.\> 
102:01,659[B  ]| Nay Lady sit; if I but wave this wand, 
102:01,660[B  ]| Your nerves are all chain'd up in Alablaster, 
102:01,661[B  ]| And you a statue; or as \Daphne\ was 
102:01,662[B  ]| Root-bound, that fled \Apollo\.  
102:01,662[A  ]| Fool do not boast, 
102:01,663[A  ]| Thou canst not touch the freedom of my minde 
102:01,664[A  ]| With all thy charms, although this corporal rinde 
102:01,665[A  ]| Thou haste immanacl'd, while Heav'n sees good.  
102:01,666[B  ]| Why are you vext Lady?  why do you frown?  
102:01,667[B  ]| Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates 
102:01,668[B  ]| Sorrow flies farr:  See here be all the pleasures 
102:01,669[B  ]| That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts, 
102:01,670[B  ]| When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns 
102:01,671[B  ]| Brisk as the \April\ buds in Primrose-season.  
102:01,672[B  ]| And first behold this cordial Julep here 
102:01,673[B  ]| That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds 
102:01,674[B  ]| With spirits of balm, and fragrant Syrops mixt.  
102:01,675[B  ]| Not that \Nepenthes\ which the wife of \Thone\, 
102:01,676[B  ]| In \Egypt\ gave to \Jove-born Helena\ 
102:01,677[B  ]| Is of such power to stir up joy as this, 
102:01,678[B  ]| To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.  
102:01,679[B  ]| Why should you be so cruel to your*self, 
102:01,680[B  ]| And to those dainty limms which nature lent 
102:01,681[B  ]| For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?  
102:01,682[B  ]| But you invert the cov'nants of her trust, 
102:01,683[B  ]| And harshly deal like an ill borrower 
102:01,684[B  ]| With that which you receiv'd on other terms, 
102:01,685[B  ]| Scorning the unexempt condition 
102:01,686[B  ]| By which all mortal frailty must subsist, 
102:01,687[B  ]| Refreshment after toil, ease after pain, 
102:01,688[B  ]| That have been tir'd all day without repast, 
102:01,689[B  ]| And timely rest have wanted, but fair Virgin 
102:01,690[B  ]| This will restore all soon.  
102:01,690[A  ]| 'Twill not false traitor, 
102:01,691[A  ]| 'Twill not restore the truth and honesty 
102:01,692[A  ]| That thou hast banish't from thy tongue with lies, 
102:01,693[A  ]| Was this the cottage, and the safe abode 
102:01,694[A  ]| Thou told'st me of?  What grim aspects are these, 
102:01,695[A  ]| These oughly-headed Monsters?  Mercy guard me!  
102:01,696[A  ]| Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul deceiver, 
102:01,697[A  ]| Hast thou betrai'd my credulous innocence 
102:01,698[A  ]| With visor'd falshood, and base forgery, 
102:01,699[A  ]| And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here 
102:01,700[A  ]| With lickerish baits fit to ensnare a brute?  
102:01,701[A  ]| Were it a draft for \Juno\ when she banquets, 
102:01,702[A  ]| I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none 
102:01,703[A  ]| But such as are good men can give good things, 
102:01,704[A  ]| And that which is not good, is not delicious 
102:01,705[A  ]| To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.  
102:01,706[B  ]| O foolishnes of men!  that lend their ears 
102:01,707[B  ]| To those budge doctors of the \Stoick\ Furr, 
102:01,708[B  ]| And fetch their precepts from the \Cynick\ Tub, 
102:01,709[B  ]| Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.  
102:01,710[B  ]| Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth, 
102:01,711[B  ]| With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, 
102:01,712[B  ]| Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, 
102:01,713[B  ]| Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable, 
102:01,714[B  ]| But all to please, and sate the curious taste?  
102:01,715[B  ]| And set to work millions of spinning Worms, 
102:01,716[B  ]| That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd silk 
102:01,717[B  ]| To deck her Sons, and that no corner might 
102:01,718[B  ]| Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns 
102:01,719[B  ]| She hutch't th' all-worshipt ore, and precious gems 
102:01,720[B  ]| To store her children with; if all the world 
102:01,721[B  ]| Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulse, 
102:01,722[B  ]| Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but Freize, 
102:01,723[B  ]| Th' all-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd, 
102:01,724[B  ]| Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd, 
102:01,725[B  ]| And we should serve him as a grudging master, 
102:01,726[B  ]| As a penurious niggard of his wealth, 
102:01,727[B  ]| And live like Natures bastards, not her sons, 
102:01,728[B  ]| Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight, 
102:01,729[B  ]| And strangl'd with her waste fertility; 
102:01,730[B  ]| Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with plumes, 
102:01,731[B  ]| The herds would over-multitude their Lords, 
102:01,732[B  ]| The Sea o'refraught would swell, and th' unsought diamonds 
102:01,733[B  ]| Would so emblaze the forhead of the Deep, 
102:01,734[B  ]| And so bestudd with Stars, that they below 
102:01,735[B  ]| Would grow inur'd to light, and com at last 
102:01,736[B  ]| To gaze upon the Sun with shameless brows.  
102:01,737[B  ]| List Lady be not coy, and be not cosen'd 
102:01,738[B  ]| With that same vaunted name Virginity, 
102:01,739[B  ]| Beauty is natures coyn, must not be hoorded, 
102:01,740[B  ]| But must be currant, and the good thereof 
102:01,741[B  ]| Consists in mutual and partak'n bliss, 
102:01,742[B  ]| Unsavoury in th' injoyment of it*self 
102:01,743[B  ]| If you let slip time, like a neglected rose 
102:01,744[B  ]| It withers on the stalk with languish't head.  
102:01,745[B  ]| Beauty is natures brag, and must be shown 
102:01,746[B  ]| In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities 
102:01,747[B  ]| Where most may wonder at the workmanship; 
102:01,748[B  ]| It is for homely features to keep home, 
102:01,749[B  ]| They had their name thence; course complexions 
102:01,750[B  ]| And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply 
102:01,751[B  ]| The sampler, and to teize the huswifes wooll.  
102:01,752[B  ]| What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that 
102:01,753[B  ]| Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn?  
102:01,754[B  ]| There was another meaning in these gifts, 
102:01,755[B  ]| Think what, and be adviz'd, you are but young yet.  
102:01,756[A  ]| I had not thought to have unlockt my lips 
102:01,757[A  ]| In this unhallow'd air, but that this Jugler 
102:01,758[A  ]| Would think to charm my judgement, as mine eyes, 
102:01,759[A  ]| Obtruding false rules pranckt in reasons garb.  
102:01,760[A  ]| I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, 
102:01,761[A  ]| And vertue has no tongue to check her pride:  
102:01,762[A  ]| Impostor do not charge most innocent nature, 
102:01,763[A  ]| As if she would her children should be riotous 
102:01,764[A  ]| With her abundance, she good cateress 
102:01,765[A  ]| Means her provision onely to the good 
102:01,766[A  ]| That live according to her sober laws, 
102:01,767[A  ]| And holy dictate of spare Temperance:  
102:01,768[A  ]| If every just man that now pines with want 
102:01,769[A  ]| Had but a moderate and beseeming share 
102:01,770[A  ]| Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury 
102:01,771[A  ]| Now heaps upon som few with vast excess, 
102:01,772[A  ]| Natures full blessings would be well dispenc't 
102:01,773[A  ]| In unsuperfluous eeven proportion, 
102:01,774[A  ]| And she no whit encomber'd with her store, 
102:01,775[A  ]| And then the giver would be better thank't, 
102:01,776[A  ]| His praise due paid, for swinish gluttony 
102:01,777[A  ]| Ne're looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, 
102:01,778[A  ]| But with besotted base ingratitude 
102:01,779[A  ]| Cramms, and blasphemes his feeder.  Shall I go on?  
102:01,780[A  ]| Or have I said anough?  To him that dares 
102:01,781[A  ]| Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words 
102:01,782[A  ]| Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity, 
102:01,783[A  ]| Fain would I somthing say, yet to what end?  
102:01,784[A  ]| Thou hast nor Eare, nor Soul to apprehend 
102:01,785[A  ]| The sublime notion, and high mystery 
102:01,786[A  ]| That must be utter'd to unfold the sage 
102:01,787[A  ]| And serious doctrine of Virginity, 
102:01,788[A  ]| And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know 
102:01,789[A  ]| More happiness then this thy present lot.  
102:01,790[A  ]| Enjoy your deer Wit, and gay Rhetorick 
102:01,791[A  ]| That hath so well been taught her dazling fence, 
102:01,792[A  ]| Thou art not fit to hear thy*self convinc't; 
102:01,793[A  ]| Yet should I try, the uncontrouled worth 
102:01,794[A  ]| Of thispure cause would kindle my rap't spirits 
102:01,795[A  ]| To such a flame of sacred vehemence, 
102:01,796[A  ]| That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, 
102:01,797[A  ]| And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake, 
102:01,798[A  ]| Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high, 
102:01,799[A  ]| Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy false head.  
102:01,800[B  ]| She fables not, I feel that I do fear 
102:01,801[B  ]| Her words set off by som superior power; 
102:01,802[B  ]| And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddring dew 
102:01,803[B  ]| Dips me all o're, as when the wrath of \Jove\ 
102:01,804[B  ]| Speaks thunder, and the chains of \Erebus\ 
102:01,805[B  ]| To som of \Saturns\ crew.  I must dissemble, 
102:01,806[B  ]| And try her yet more strongly.  Com, no more, 
102:01,807[B  ]| This is meer moral babble, and direct 
102:01,808[B  ]| Against the canon laws of our foundation; 
102:01,809[B  ]| I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees 
102:01,810[B  ]| And setlings of a melancholy blood; 
102:01,811[B  ]| But this will cure all streight, one sip of this 
102:01,812[B  ]| Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight 
102:01,813[B  ]| Beyond the bliss of dreams.  Be wise, and taste.  ~~  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The Brothers rush in with Swords drawn, wrest his Glass\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\make signe of resistance, but are all driven in; The \>
102:01,000['  ]| <\attendant Spirit comes in.\> 
102:01,814[F  ]| What, have you let the false enchanter scape?  
102:01,815[F  ]| O ye mistook, ye should have snatch his wand 
102:01,816[F  ]| And bound him fast; without his rod revers't, 
102:01,817[F  ]| And backward mutters of dissevering power, 
102:01,818[F  ]| We cannot free the Lady that sits here 
102:01,819[F  ]| In stony fetters fixt, and motionless; 
102:01,820[F  ]| Yet stay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me, 
102:01,821[F  ]| Som other means I have which may be us'd, 
102:01,822[F  ]| Which once of \Melibo*eus\ old I learnt 
102:01,823[F  ]| The soothest Shepherd that ere pip't on plains.  
102:01,824[F  ]| There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence, 
102:01,825[F  ]| That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream, 
102:01,826[F  ]| \Sabrina\ is her name, a Virgin pure, 
102:01,827[F  ]| Whilom she was the daughter of \Locrine\, 
102:01,828[F  ]| That had the Scepter from his father \Brute\.  
102:01,829[F  ]| The guiltless damsel flying the mad pursuit 
102:01,830[F  ]| Of her enraged stepdam \Guendolen\, 
102:01,831[F  ]| Commended her fair innocence to the flood 
102:01,832[F  ]| That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course, 
102:01,833[F  ]| The water Nymphs that in the bottom plaid, 
102:01,834[F  ]| Held up their pearled wrists and took her in, 
102:01,835[F  ]| Bearing her straight to aged \Nereus\ Hall, 
102:01,836[F  ]| Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head, 
102:01,837[F  ]| And gave her to his daughters to imbathe 
102:01,838[F  ]| In nectar'd lavers strew'd with Asphodil, 
102:01,839[F  ]| And through the porch and inlet of each sense 
102:01,840[F  ]| Dropt in Ambrosial Oils till she reviv'd, 
102:01,841[F  ]| And underwent a quick immortal change 
102:01,842[F  ]| Made Goddess of the River; still she retains 
102:01,843[F  ]| Her maid'n gentlenes, and oft at Eeve 
102:01,844[F  ]| Visits the herds along the twilight meadows, 
102:01,845[F  ]| Helping all urchin blasts, and ill luck signes 
102:01,846[F  ]| That the shrewd medling Elfe delights to make, 
102:01,847[F  ]| Which she with pretious viold liquors heals.  
102:01,848[F  ]| For which the Shepherds at their festivals 
102:01,849[F  ]| Carrol her goodnes lowd in rustick layes, 
102:01,850[F  ]| And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream 
102:01,851[F  ]| Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy Daffadils.  
102:01,852[F  ]| And, as the old Swain said, she can unlock 
102:01,853[F  ]| The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell, 
102:01,854[F  ]| If she be right invok't in warbled Song, 
102:01,855[F  ]| For maid'nhood she loves, and will be swift 
102:01,856[F  ]| To aid a Virgin, such as was her*self 
102:01,857[F  ]| In hard besetting need, this will I try 
102:01,858[F  ]| And adde the power of som adjuring verse.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\SONG.\> 
102:01,859[F  ]| \Sabrina fair\ 
102:01,860[F  ]| \Listen where thou art sitting\ 
102:01,861[F  ]| \Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,\ 
102:01,862[F  ]| \In twisted braids of Lillies knitting\ 
102:01,863[F  ]| \The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,\ 
102:01,864[F  ]| \Listen for dear honour's sake,\ 
102:01,865[F  ]| \Goddess of the silver lake,\ 
102:01,866[F  ]| \Listen and save.\ 
102:01,867[F  ]| Listen and appear to us 
102:01,868[F  ]| In name of great \Oceanus\, 
102:01,869[F  ]| By the earth-shaking \Neptune's\ mace, 
102:01,870[F  ]| And \Tethys\ grave majestick pace, 
102:01,871[F  ]| By hoary \Nereus\ wrincled look, 
102:01,872[F  ]| And the \Carpathian\ wisards hook, 
102:01,873[F  ]| By scaly \Tritons\ winding shell, 
102:01,874[F  ]| And old sooth-saying \Glaucus\ spell, 
102:01,875[F  ]| by \Leucothea's\ lovely hands, 
102:01,876[F  ]| And her son that rules the strands, 
102:01,877[F  ]| By \Thetis\ tinsel-slipper'd feet, 
102:01,878[F  ]| And the Songs of \Sirens\ sweet, 
102:01,879[F  ]| By dead \Parthenope's\ dear tomb, 
102:01,880[F  ]| And fair \Ligea's\ golden comb, 
102:01,881[F  ]| Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks 
102:01,882[F  ]| Sleeking her soft alluring locks, 
102:01,883[F  ]| By all the \Nymphs\ that nightly dance 
102:01,884[F  ]| Upon thy streams with wily glance, 
102:01,885[F  ]| Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head 
102:01,886[F  ]| From thy coral-pav'n bed, 
102:01,887[F  ]| And bridle in thy headlong wave, 
102:01,888[F  ]| Till thou our summons answered have.  
102:01,889[F  ]| Listen and save.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\Sabrina rises, attended by water-Nymphes, and sings.\> 
102:01,890[E  ]| \By the rushy-fringed bank,\ 
102:01,891[E  ]| \Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,\ 
102:01,892[E  ]| \My sliding Chariot stayes,\ 
102:01,893[E  ]| \Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen\ 
102:01,894[E  ]| \Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green\ 
102:01,895[E  ]| \That in the channell strayes,\ 
102:01,896[E  ]| \Whilst from off the waters fleet\ 
102:01,897[E  ]| \Thus I set my printless feet\ 
102:01,898[E  ]| \O're the Cowslips Velvet head,\ 
102:01,899[E  ]| \That bends not as I tread,\ 
102:01,900[E  ]| \Gentle swain at thy request\ 
102:01,901[E  ]| \I am here.\ 
102:01,902[F  ]| Goddess dear 
102:01,903[F  ]| We implore thy powerful hand 
102:01,904[F  ]| To undo the charmed band 
102:01,905[F  ]| Of true Virgin here distrest, 
102:01,906[F  ]| Through the force, and through the wile 
102:01,907[F  ]| Of unblest inchanter vile.  
102:01,908[E  ]| Shepherd 'tis my office best 
102:01,909[E  ]| To help insnared chastity; 
102:01,910[E  ]| Brightest Lady look on me, 
102:01,911[E  ]| Thus I sprinkle on thy brest 
102:01,912[E  ]| Drops that from my fountain pure, 
102:01,913[E  ]| I have kept of pretious cure, 
102:01,914[E  ]| Thrice upon thy fingers tip, 
102:01,915[E  ]| Thrice upon thy rubied lip, 
102:01,916[E  ]| Next this marble venom'd seat 
102:01,917[E  ]| Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat 
102:01,918[E  ]| I touch with chaste palms moist and cold, 
102:01,919[E  ]| Now the spell hath lost his hold; 
102:01,920[E  ]| And I must haste ere morning hour 
102:01,921[E  ]| To wait in \Amphitrite's\ bowr.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat.\> 
102:01,922[F  ]| Virgin, daughter of \Locrine\ 
102:01,923[F  ]| Sprung of old \Anchises\ line, 
102:01,924[F  ]| May thy brimmed waves for this 
102:01,925[F  ]| Their full tribute never miss 
102:01,926[F  ]| From a thousand petty rills, 
102:01,927[F  ]| That tumble down the snowy hills:  
102:01,928[F  ]| Summer drouth, or singed air 
102:01,929[F  ]| Never scorch thy tresses fair, 
102:01,930[F  ]| Nor wet \Octobers\ torrend flood 
102:01,931[F  ]| Thy molten crystal fill with mudd, 
102:01,932[F  ]| May thy billows rowl ashoar 
102:01,933[F  ]| The beryl, and the golden ore, 
102:01,934[F  ]| May thy lofty head be crown'd 
102:01,935[F  ]| With many a tower and terrass round, 
102:01,936[F  ]| And here and there thy banks upon 
102:01,937[F  ]| With Groves and myrrhe, and cinnamon.  
102:01,938[F  ]| Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace, 
102:01,939[F  ]| Let us fly this cursed place, 
102:01,940[F  ]| Lest the Sorcerer us intice 
102:01,941[F  ]| With som other new device.  
102:01,942[F  ]| Not a waste, or needless sound 
102:01,943[F  ]| Till we com to holier ground, 
102:01,944[F  ]| I shall be your faithfull guide 
102:01,945[F  ]| Through this gloomy covert wide, 
102:01,946[F  ]| And not many furlongs thence 
102:01,947[F  ]| Is your Fathers residence, 
102:01,948[F  ]| Where this night are met in state 
102:01,949[F  ]| Many a friend to gratulate 
102:01,950[F  ]| His wish't presence, and beside 
102:01,951[F  ]| All the Swains that there abide, 
102:01,952[F  ]| With Jiggs, and rural dance resort, 
102:01,953[F  ]| We shall catch them at their sport, 
102:01,954[F  ]| And our sudden coming there 
102:01,955[F  ]| Will double all their mirth and chere; 
102:01,956[F  ]| Com let us haste, the Stars grow high, 
102:01,957[F  ]| But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The Scene changes, presenting\ Ludlow Town>
102:01,000['  ]| <\and the Presidents Castle, then com in\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\Countrey-Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit,\>
102:01,000['  ]| <\with the two Brothers and the Lady.\> 
102:01,000['  ]| <\Song.\> 
102:01,958[F  ]| \Back  Shepherds, back, anough your play,\ 
102:01,959[F  ]| \Till next Sun-shine holiday,\ 
102:01,960[F  ]| \Here be without duck or nod\ 
102:01,961[F  ]| \Other trippings to be trod\ 
102:01,962[F  ]| \Of lighter toes, and such Court guise\ 
102:01,963[F  ]| \As\ Mercury \did first devise\ 
102:01,964[F  ]| \With the mincing\ Dryades 
102:01,965[F  ]| \On the Lawns, and on the Leas.\ 
102:01,000['  ]| <\This second Song presents them to their father and mother.\> 
102:01,966[F  ]| \Noble Lord, and Lady Bright,\ 
102:01,967[F  ]| \I have brought ye new delight,\ 
102:01,968[F  ]| \Here behold so goodly grown\ 
102:01,969[F  ]| \Three fair branches of your own,\ 
102:01,970[F  ]| \Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,\ 
102:01,971[F  ]| \Their faith, their patience, and their truth.\ 
102:01,972[F  ]| \And sent them here through hard assays\ 
102:01,973[F  ]| \With a crown of deathless Praise,\ 
102:01,974[F  ]| \To triumph in victorious dance\ 
102:01,975[F  ]| \O're sensual Folly, and Intemperance.\ 
102:01,000['  ]| <\The dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.\> 
102:01,976[F  ]| To the Ocean now I fly, 
102:01,977[F  ]| And those happy climes that ly 
102:01,978[F  ]| Where day never shuts his eye, 
102:01,979[F  ]| Up in the braod fields of the sky:  
102:01,980[F  ]| There I suck the liquid ayr 
102:01,981[F  ]| All amidst the Gardens fair 
102:01,982[F  ]| Of \Hesperus\, and his daughters three 
102:01,983[F  ]| That sing about the golden tree:  
102:01,984[F  ]| Along the crisped shades and bowres 
102:01,985[F  ]| Revels the spruce and jocond Spring, 
102:01,986[F  ]| The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres, 
102:01,987[F  ]| Thither all their bounties bring, 
102:01,988[F  ]| That there eternal Summer dwels, 
102:01,989[F  ]| And West winds, with musky wing 
102:01,990[F  ]| About the cedar'n alleys fling 
102:01,991[F  ]| \Nard\, and \Cassia's\ balmy smels.  
102:01,992[F  ]| \Iris\ there with humid bow, 
102:01,993[F  ]| Waters the odorous banks that blow 
102:01,994[F  ]| Flowers of more mingled hew 
102:01,995[F  ]| Then her purfl'd scarf can shew, 
102:01,996[F  ]| And drenches with \Elysian\ dew 
102:01,997[F  ]| (List mortals, if your ears be true) 
102:01,998[F  ]| Beds of \Hyacinth\, and roses 
102:01,999[F  ]| Where young \Adonis\ oft reposes, 
102:01,000[F  ]| Waxing well of his deep wound 
102:01,001[F  ]| In slumber soft, and on the ground 
102:01,002[F  ]| Sadly sits th' \Assyrian\ Queen; 
102:01,003[F  ]| But far above in spangled sheen 
102:01,004[F  ]| Celestial \Cupid\ her fam'd son advanc't, 
102:01,005[F  ]| Holds his dear \Psyche\ sweet intranc't 
102:01,006[F  ]| After her wandring labours long, 
102:01,007[F  ]| Till free consent the gods among 
102:01,008[F  ]| Make her his eternal Bride, 
102:01,009[F  ]| And from her fair unspotted side 
102:01,010[F  ]| Two blissful twins are to be born, 
102:01,011[F  ]| Youth and Joy; so \Jove\ hath sworn.  
102:01,012[F  ]| But now my task is smoothly don, 
102:01,013[F  ]| I can fly, or I can run 
102:01,014[F  ]| Quickly to the green earths end, 
102:01,015[F  ]| Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, 
102:01,016[F  ]| And from thence can soar as soon 
102:01,017[F  ]| To the corners of the Moon.  
102:01,018[F  ]| Mortals that would follow me, 
102:01,019[F  ]| Love vertue, she alone is free, 
102:01,020[F  ]| She can teach ye how to clime 
102:01,021[F  ]| Higher then the Spheary chime; 
102:01,022[F  ]| Of if Vertue feeble were, 
102:01,023[F  ]| Heav'n it*self would stoop to her.  
102:01,000['  ]| <\The End.\>