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Quel sereno fulgor d' amabil nero,
E degli occhi suoi avventa sì gran fuoco
PER certo i bei vostr' occhi, Donna mia,
Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Scossomi il petto, e poi n' uscendo poco
GIOVANE, piano, e semplicetto amante,
Poichè fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Di pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono.
Tanto del forse e d' invidia sicuro,
Sol troverete in tal parte men duro
WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground; and the repeated air
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.
[TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.]
LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green,
That labour up the hill of heavenly Truth,
The better part. with Mary and with Ruth
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
Thy care is fixed, and zealously attends
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, Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.
DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President
Who lived in both unstained with gold or fee,
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
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; The subject new: it walked the town a while, Numbering good intellects; now seldom pored on. Cries the stall-reader, "Bless us! what a word on
A title-page is this!"; and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
ON THE SAME.
I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
For who loves that must first be wise and good:
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG
BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounced his Liturgy,
To seize the widowed whore Plurality
From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorred,
Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword
Your plots and packing, worse than those of Trent,
TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS.
HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song
That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue.
Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must send her wing
To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire,
That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story.
Than his Casella, whom he wooed to sing,