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Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole
Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
De quel lato si spinge ove mi duole
Chiaman sospir ; io non che fi fiat
Scollo ni il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poce
Quivi d'attorno • s'aggbiaccia, o s'ingiela;
Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
Poi che fuggir me ftello in dubbio sono,
Faro divoto ; io certo a prove tante
De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ;
il gran mondo e scocca il tuono,
Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, E di cetra sonora, e delle muse:
Sol troverete in tal parte men duro Ove amor mise l'infanabil ago.
S O N N E T VII.
Stol’n on his wing my three and twentieth year!
But my late spring no bud or blossom Thew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv'd so near ;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some' more timely happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it less or more, or foon or flow,
It shall be still in stricteft measure ev'n
To that same lot, however mean or high, Tow'rd which Time leads me, and the will of
All is, if I have grace to use it so, [Heav'n; As ever in my great
SO N N E T VIII. To the Soldier, to spare his Dwelling-place. Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms, He can requite thee ; for-he knows the charms
That call Fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o’er Lands and Seas,
What-ever clime the Sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bower.
The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Tower Went to the ground. And the repeated air Of fad EleEtra's Poet had the power
To save th' Abirian Walls from ruin bare.
To a Lady.
Wisely hast fhun'd the broad way and the green,
That labour up the Hill of Heav'nly Truth,
Chosen thou hast, and they that overween,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastfulfriends
Passes to bliss at the mid-hour of night,
SONNET X. To the Lady Margaret Lee Daughter to
the Earl of Marlborough. Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
Till the sad breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born, than to have known the days
Wherein your Father fourisht, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet :
That all both judge you to relate them true,
SON N E T XI. On the Reception his Book of Divorce met.
with. A Book was writ of late call'd Tetracbordon;
And woven close, both matter, form and stile ; The subject new : it walk'd the Town a while,
Numh’ring good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the Itall-reader, Bless us ! what a word on
A title page is this! and some in file
Hated not Learning worse than Toad or Asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Ede ward Greek.
On the same. , I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient Liberty,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born Progenie,
But this is got by cafting Pearls to hogs ;;
And ftill revolt when truth would set them free,
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ;
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
SON N E T XIII.
To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.
First taught our English Musicķ how to span
With Midas' Ears, committing short and long ;
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;