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On his being arriv'd to the age of 23.
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year !
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,
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
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.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower :
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower
Of fad Electra's poet had the power
and the green,
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,
Chofen 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 feastful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
To the Lady Margaret Ley.
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.
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,
XI. On the detraction which followed upon my writing
And woven close, both matter, form and stile ;
Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
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,
On the same.
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloga
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs :
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ;
And still revolt when truth would set them free. 10
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ;
But from that mark how far they rove we see
To Mr. H. L AWES on his Airs.
Marry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song
First taught our English music how to span
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;
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.
Than his Cafella, whom he woo'd to ling,
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,
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;
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
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.