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Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole

Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne fenti pria)

De quel lato si spinge ove mi duole
Che force amanti nelle lor parole

Chiaman sospir ; io non che fi fiat
Parte rinchiusa, e turbida fi cela

Scollo ni il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poce

Quivi d'attorno s'aggbiaccia, o s'ingiela;
Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco

Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rose.

Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante

Poi che fuggir me ftello in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voi del mio cuor P bumil dona

Faro divoto ; io certo a prove tante
L'bebbi fedele, intrepido, confiante,

De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ;
Quando rugge

il gran mondo e scocca il tuono,
S'arma di se e d'intero diamante,
Tanto del forse, e d'invidia ficuro,
Di timori, e speranze al popol use

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.

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On his being arriv'd to his 23 Year.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stol’n on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days flie on with full career,

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

Talk-master's eye.

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.
Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth

Wisely hast fhun'd the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,

That labour up the Hill of Heav'nly Truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth

Chosen thou hast, and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,

No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixt, and zealously attends

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,
Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

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,
Who liv'd in both unftain'd with gold or fee,
And left them both more in himself content,


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Till the sad breaking of that Parliament

Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chæronea, fatal to Liberty,

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 :
So well your words his noble virtues praise,

That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, Honour'd Margaret.

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
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mik-
End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon,
Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
Those rugged Names to our like mouths grow

That would have made Quintilian ftare and gasp.
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir Jobn Cbeek,

Hated not Learning worse than Toad or Asp, When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Ede ward Greek.



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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
Of Owls and Cuckoes, Affes, Apes and Dogs :
As when those Hinds that were transform'd to Frogs

Rail'd at Latona's twin-born Progenie,
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.

But this is got by cafting Pearls to hogs ;;
That bawl for freedom in their fenseless mood,

And ftill revolt when truth would set them free,

Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ;
For who loves that, muft firft be wise and good: .

But from that mark how far they rove we see,
For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.


To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.
Harry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd Song

First taught our English Musicķ how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan

With Midas' Ears, committing short and long ;
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throngs

With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
To after age thou shalt be writ the man,

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