34. Her flattery,

Picture and Poesy,

Her counsell her owne vertue be.

35. I wish her store

Of worth may leave her poore

Of wishes; and I wish

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36. Now if Time knowes

That her, whose radiant browes

Weave them a garland of my vowes;

37. Her whose just bayes,

My future hopes can raise,

A trophie to her present praise;

38. Her that dares be,

What these lines wish to see:

I seeke no further: it is she.

39. 'Tis she, and here

Lo I uncloath and cleare,

My wishes cloudy character.

40. May she enjoy it,

Whose merit dare apply it,

But Modesty dares still deny it.

41. Such worth as this is

Shall fixe my flying wishes,

And determine them to kisses.

VOL. I.

LL

So

26 Daves, that need borrow,

No part of their good morrow,

From a fore spent night of sorrow.

17. Itayes, that in spight

of darknesse, by the light

Of a deere min 1 are day all night.

Nights, sweet as they,

Male short by lovers play,

Yet long by th' absence of the day.

24. Life that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it comes say, Welcome friend!

ine in showers

Or sweet discourse, whose powers

Canon wn old Winter's head with flowers. 90

31. Sit silken hours;

Open sunnes; shady bowers;

Bvel, nothing within that lowers.

52. What ere delight

Can make Daye's forehead bright,

Or Live downe to the wings of Night.

33. In lei whole frame,

Hane Nature all the name,

Art and ornament the shame.

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WISHES.

34. Her attery.

Picture and Poesy,

Her counsell her owne verte be.

35. I will her store

Of worth may leave her poore

Of wide; and I viib-NO ILON.

That ben, whom niet bre

Were them a garland of my moraj

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.

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 1618; but the only variation from the original in 'Voces Votivæ' is in line 7, 'to' instead of 'for.' G.