26 Daves, that need borrow,

N part of their good morrow,

From a fire spent night of sorrow.

17. Payes, that in spight

of Harkness, by the light

of a deere mind are day all night.

Nights, sweet as they,

Ma le short by lovers play,

Yet long by th' absence of the day.

Life, that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it comes say. Welcome friend!

34 yine in showers

Or swot discourse, whose powers

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Cat or wn old Winter's head with flowers. 90

31. & ft silken hours;

Open sunnes; shady bowers;

BA 1. nothing within that lowers.

32. What ere delight

Can make Dave's forehead bright,

Or „ive downe to the wings of Night.

33. In he whole frame,

Hane Natme all the name,

Art and ornament the shame.

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34. Her dattery.

Picture and Poesy,

Her cornwell her owne vertue be

35. I wid he wore

Of worth may leave her poore

Of wide; and I wish

36. Now if Tine kora

That ben, whow mullatt bre

Weare them a garland day

TO THE QUEEN:

AN APOLOGIE FOR THE LENGTH OF THE FOLLOWING PANEGYRICK.'

WHEN you are mistresse of the song,

Mighty queen, to thinke it long,

Were treason 'gainst that majesty
Your Vertue wears. Your modesty

Yet thinks it so. But ev'n that too
-Infinite, since part of you--
New matter for our Muse supplies,

And so allowes what it denies.

Say then dread queen, how may we doe

To mediate 'twixt your self and you?

That so our sweetly temper'd song

Nor be too sort, nor seeme to[o] long.

Needs must your noble prayses' strength
That made it long excuse the length.

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1 Appeared originally in 'Voces Votivæ ab Academicis Cantabrigiensibus pro novissimo Carolo et Mariæ principe filio emissæ. Cantabrigiæ: apud Rogerum Daniel. MDCXL.' This poem did not appear in the edition of 1646; but it did in that of 1648 (p. 48). Not having been reprinted in 1670, it was overlooked by TURNBULL. Our text is from 1648; but the only variation from the original in 'Voces Votivæ' is in line 7, 'to' instead of 'for.' G.

TO THE QUEEN,

VE ON HER NUMER US TOENIE: A LANEGYRICK.

BRITAIN! the mighty Ocean's lovely bride!

Now stretch thy self, fair isle, and grow: spread wide
Thy bone, and make roome. Thou art opprest
With thine own glonies, and art strangely blest
Beyond thy sif: for (lol) the gods, the gods
Come fast upon thee; an 1 those glorious ods
Swell thy full honous to a pitch so high
As sits above thy best capacitie.

Are they not ols and glorious! that to thee
Those mighty nii throng, which well might be
Each on an Age's labour? that thy dayes

Are gilded with the union of those raves
Whose each divided beam would be a sunne
To glad the sphere of any Nation?
Sure, if for these thou mean'st to find a seat,
Th' hast need, O Britain, to be truly Great.
And so thou art; their presence makes thee so :
They are thy greatnesse.
Gods, where-e're they go,

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Appeared as in last piece: 1618 (pp. 19-53), 1670 (pp. 97-100). Our text is that of 1618, as before, which corrects TURNBULL in many places as well in errors of commission as of omission; the latter xtending to no fewer than forty-nin entire lines, in addition to the Apologie' of fourteen lines. See Notes and Illustrations at Jose of the poem. G.