Si mi percuoton forte, come ei fuole Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poce SONNET VI. Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio fono, Madonna a voi del mio cuor P bumil dena Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante L'bebbi fedele, intrepido, conftante, De penfieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ; Quando rugge il gran mondo e scocca il tuono, S'arma di Je e d'intero diamante, Tante del forfe, e d'invidia ficuro, Di timori, e speranze al popol use Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, E di cetra fonora, e delle mufe: SONNET VII. On his being arriv'd to his 23d Year. How foon hath Time, the fubtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hafting days flie on with full career, But my late fpring no bud or bloffom fhew'th. Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That fome more timely happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow, It fhall be ftill in ftrictest measure ev'n To that fame 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 Task-master's eye. SONNET VIII. To the Soldier, to spare his Dwelling-place. Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whofe chance on thefe defenceless doors may feize, 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 fuch gentle acts as thefe, And he can spread thy name 'er Lands and Seas, What-ever clime the Sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy fpear against the Muses Bower. The The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Tower SONNET IX. Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, To the Lady Margaret Lee Daughter to the Earl of Marlborough. Daughter to that good Earl, once President M 3 TIN Till the fad breaking of that Parliament Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. On the Reception his Book of Divorce met. with. A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon; Stand fpelling falfe, while one might walk to Mile- Thofe rugged Names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gafp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not Learning worse than Toad or Afp, When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and King Ed ward Greek. SON SONNET XII. On the fame. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. And ftill revolt when truth would fet them free. Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wife and good: But from that mark how far they rove we fee, For all this waste of wealth, and lofs of blood. SONNET XIII. To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires. Harry, whofe tuneful and well-meafur'd Song First taught our English Musick how to span Words with just note and accent, not to fcan With Midas' Ears, committing short and long; Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan; To after age thou shalt be writ the man, |