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Why then should it e're be seen
That his should fade, while thine is green?
And wilt thou (O, cruell boast !)
Put poore Nature to such cost ?
O, twill undoe our common mother,
To be at charge of such another.
What ? thinke me to no other end
Gracious heavens do use to send
Earth her best perfection,
But to vanish, and be gone?
Therefore onely given to day
To-morrow to be snatch't


I've seen indeed the hopefull bud
Of a ruddy rose that stood
Blushing, to behold the ray
Of the new-saluted Day :
(His tender toppe not fully spread)
The sweet dash of a shower new shead,
Invited him, no more to hide
Within himselfe the purple pride
Of his forward flower; when lo,
While he sweetly 'gan to show
His swelling gloryes, Auster spide him,
Cruell Auster thither hy'd him,
- And with the rush of one rude blast,

Sham'd not, spitefully to wast
All his leaves, so fresh, so sweet,
And lay them trembling at his feet.




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Lest for griefe his losse may move
All her births abortive proue.



NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. See our Essay for notice of Mr. Herrys.' In the SANCROFT Ms. the heading is . An Elegie on Mr. Herris. R. Cr.' It offers these variations: lines 1 and 2, doest:' line 18, 'his' for •he;' adopted : line 29,' given' for 'give;' adopted: line 36, 'new' for now;' adopted from 1648: line 50, the ms. reads “rugged' for ‘rnddy;' adopted : line 58, ah' for '0;' adopted : line 60, * And let :' lines 70-71 added from the ms., where in the margin is written . not printed.' G.






If ever Pitty were acquainted
With sterne Death ; if e're he fainted,
Or forgot the cruell vigour
Of an adamantine rigour;
Here, O, here we should have knowne it,
Here, or no where, hee'd have showne it.
For hee, whose pretious memory
Bathes in teares of every eye;
HIee, to whom our Sorrow brings
All the streames of all her springs ;
Was so rich in grace, and nature,
In all the gifts that blesse a creature ;


1 Appeared originally in .Steps' of 16-46 (pp. 36-7): was reprinted in 1618 • Delights' (pp. 23-4) and 1670 (pp. 91-3). Our text is that of 1648; but see Notes and Ilustrations at close of the poem. G





In the darke volume of our fate,
Whence each lease of life hath date,
Where in sad particulars
The totall summe of man appeares,
And the short clause of mortall breath,
Bound in the period of Death :
In all the booke if any where
Such a tearme as this, 'Spare here,'
Could been found, 'twould have been read,
Writ in white letters o're his head :
Or close unto his name annext,
The faire glosse of a fairer text.
In briefe, if any one were free
Hlee was that one, and onely hee.
But he, alas ! even hee is dead,
And our hope's faire harvest spread
In the dust. Pitty, now spend
All the teares that Griefe can lend.
Sad Mortality may hide
In his ashes all her pride ;
With this inscription o're his head,
' All hope of never dying here is dead.'



NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. The SANCROFT Ms. furnishes these variations: line 1, 'was:' line 26, 't' have :' line 34, 'quotes' for 'notes:' 1. 12, ‘lease' for • leafe;' adopted: line 49 omits rightly the first 'have' and spells * bin;' the former adopted: line 50, 'wrote:' line 62, 'is' for*lyes;

opted : line 23, 'steely' hard as steel, or, as we say, iron hearted. The SANCROFT Ms. writes the two poems as one. G.

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