VII. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23. How foon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, It shall be still in ftri&teft measure even To that fame lot, however mean or high, 10 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 Task-master's eye. VIII. When the affault was intended to the City. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenseless doors may feize, 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 fuch gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and feas, Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy fpear against the Muses' bower : The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower Of fad Electra's poet had the power To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. To a virtuous young Lady. and the green, Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth 10 To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not fhame. Therefore be fure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night, Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure. X. To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President 10 And And left them both, more in himself content, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days XI. 10 On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatifes. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, And woven close, both matter, form and ftile The subject new; it walk'd the town a while, Numbering good intellects; now seldom por❜d on. Cries the ftall-reader, Blefs us! what a word on 5 A title-page is this! and fome in file Stand fpelling falfe, 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 fleek, That would have made Quintilian ftare and grafp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, Greek. XII. On XII. On the fame. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs When ftrait a barbarous noife environs me Which after held the fun and moon in fee. But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ; That bawl for freedom in their fenfelefs mood, And ftill revolt when truth would fet them free, 10 For who loves that, must first be wife and good; XIII. To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs. Marry, whofe tuneful and well-measur'd fong That with smooth air could'ft humour beft our tongue. Thou Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing XIV. On the religious memory of ΤΟ 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 refign this earthly load Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth fever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 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 blifs for ever. Love led them on, and faith, who knew them beft, Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so dreft, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee reft And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. 5 VOL. III, N XV. Te |