Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, Hill and dale doth boast thy bleffing. Thus we falute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. X. ON SHAKESPEAR. 1630. ΤΟ 'HAT needs my Shakespear for his honor'd WHA bones The labor of an age in piled ftones, Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid, Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear fon of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou fuch weak witnefs of thy name? Haft built thyself a live-long monument. For whilft to th' fhame of flow-endevoring art I. On ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER. .99 XI. On the UNIVERSITY CARRIER; Who ficken'd in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to London, by reason of the plague. H ERE lies old Hobson; Death hath broke his girt, 5 Had not his weekly course of carriage fail'd; 10 And thinking now his journey's end was come, In the kind office of a chamberlin Show'd him his room where he must lodge that night, If any ask for him, it shall be said, Hobfon has fupt, and 's newly gone to bed. XII. Another on the fame. HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove That he could never die while he could move; So hung his destiny, never to rot While he might ftill jog on and keep his trot, H 2 Made 388226 Made of sphere-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime Too long vacation haften'd on his term. Merely to drive the time away he ficken'd, 5 10 15 20 Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; 25 As he were prefs'd to death, he cry'd, More weight! He had been an immortal carrier. Yet (ftrange to think) his wain was his increase : Only remains this fuperfcription. 30 L'ALLEGRO. XIII. L'ALLEGRO. HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongft horrid shapes, and fhrieks, and fights unholy, Find out fome uncouth cell, 5 Where brooding darkness fpreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven fings; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, In dark Cimmerian defert ever dwell. The frolic wind that breathes the fpring, As he met her once a Maying, There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, H 3 10 15 20 25 Quips Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, And in thy right hand lead with thee, To live with her, and live with thee, While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, ૩૦ 35 40 45 50 And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly ftruts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Through the high wood echoing fhrill: 55 Some |