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Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchy
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now be named and printed Heretics,
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
That so the Parliament
And succour our just fears,
O NIGHTINGALE! that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still ;
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Fortell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh;
As thou from year to year hast sung too late
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!
But my late spring no bud or blossom show'th.
That I to manhood am arrived so near ;
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same 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 defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
Whatever clime the sun's bright cirele warms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.
LADY! that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hath shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few are eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly truth;
Chosen 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.
Daughter to that good Earl, once president
Of England's council, and her treasury,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Killed with report that old man eloquent.
Wherein your father flourished, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
That all both judge you to relate them true,
ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES.
A BOOK was writ of late called “Tetrachordon,"
And woven close, both matter, form, and style;
Numb’ring good intellects; now seldom pored on.
A title page is this !” and some in file
End Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon,
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, 10
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek!
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuccoos, asses, apes and dogs:
Railed at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
But from that mark how far they rove we see
TO MR. H. LAWES ON HIS AIRS.
HARRY! whose tuneful and well-measured song
First taught our English music how to span
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honourest verse, and verse must lend her wing
To honour thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,
That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woved to sing