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Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.
Deh! foss' il mio cuor lento e 'l duro seno
RIDONSI donne e giovani amorosi
M' accostandosi attorno, e "Perchè scrivi,
Spuntati ad or ad or a la tua chioma
Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi :
DIODATI (e te 'l dirò con maraviglia),
Quel ritroso io, ch' amor spreggiar solea
Gia caddi, ov' uom dabben talor s 'impiglia. Nè treccie d' oro, nè guancia vermiglia
M' abbaglian sì, ma sotto nova idea Pellegrina bellezza che 'l cuor bea, Portamenti alti onesti, e nelle ciglia Quel sereno fulgor d' amabil nero,
Parole adorne di lingua più d'una, El cantar che di mezzo l' emispero Traviar ben può la faticosa Luna;
E degli occhi suoi avventa sì gran fuoco
PER certo i bei vostr' occhi, Donna mia,
Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Scosso mi il petto, e poi n' uscendo poco
GIOVANE piano, e semplicetto amante,
Poichè fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
L'ebbi fedele, intrepido, costante,
Di pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono.
S'arma di se, e d' intero diamante,
Tanto del forse e d' invidia sicuro,
Di timori, e speranze al popol use,
Quanto d' ingegno e d' alto valor vago,
E di cetra sonora, e delle Muse.
Sol troverete in tal parte men duro
Ove Amor mise l' insanabil ago.
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. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower :
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,
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
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Killed with report that old man eloquent,
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 Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs; As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs Railed at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. But this is got by casting pearl to hogs, That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE
BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate Lord,
To force our consciences that Christ set free,