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VII.

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

Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year !
My hasting days fly on with full carreer,
But

my late spring no bud or blosiom shew'th. Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth,

5 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 soon or flow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even

To that fame lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;

All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Talk-master's eye.

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VIII.

When the assault was intended to the City. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms,

Whose chance on these defenseless doors may seize, If deed of honor did thee ever 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 over lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.

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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 Electra's poet had the power
To save th' Athenian walls from ruin bare.

and the green,

IX.

To a virtuous young Lady. Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hath shunn’d the broad

way And with those few art eminently seen,

That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth 5

Chofen 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 fix’d, and zealouliy 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 feastful friends

Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Haft gaind thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

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To the Lady Margaret Ley.
Daughter to that good Earl, once President

Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unltain’d with gold or fee. .

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And left them both, more in himself content,
Till fad the 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 florish'd, 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 poffefs them, honor'd Margarct.

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XI. On the detraction which followed upon my writing

certain treatises.
A book was writ of late call’d Tetrachordon,

And woven close, both matter, form and stile ;
The subject new; it walk'd the town a while,

Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
Cries the stall-reader, Bless us ! what a word on S
A title-page is this! and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile.

End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow leek,

That would have made Quintilian stare and grasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,

Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and king Edward
Greek.

XII. On

XII.

On the same.

I did but prompt the age to quit their cloga

By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When strait a barbarous noise environs me

Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs :
As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs s

Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the sun and moon in fee.

But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ;
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,

And still revolt when truth would set them free. 10

Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ;
For who loves that, must first be wise and good;

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

XIII.

To Mr. H. L AWES on his Airs.

Marry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song

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

With Midas' ears, com ting short and long ; Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, 5

With praise enough for envy to look wan;
To after-age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air could'ft humour best our tongue.

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Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing

To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,

That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story.
Dante shall give fame leave to set thee higher

Than his Cafella, whom he woo'd to ling,
Me tin the milder shades of purgatory.

XIV.

On the religious memory of Mrs. CATHARINE THOMSON, my christian friend,

Deceas'd 16 Decem. 1646.

When faith and love, which parted from thee never,

Had ripen’d thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5

Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But, as faith pointed with her golden rod,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and faith, who knew them best,

Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams,

And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest 'And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

VOL. III,

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