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Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
In first obedience, and their state of good.
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.
AN EPITAPH ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER.
THIS rich marble doth inter
The honour'd wife of Winchester,
A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
Added to her noble birth,
More than she could own from earth.
To house with darkness, and with death.
Been as complete as was her praise,
In giving limit to her life.
20 nature's chime] Jonson's Epithal. vol. vii. 2. " To do their offices in nature's chime.'
Her high birth, and her graces sweet
The virgin quire for her request
He at their invoking came,
But with a scarce well-lighted flame;
Ye might discern a cyprus bud.
And now with second hope she goes,
But whether by mischance or blame
Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree:
19 He] See Ov. Metam. x. 4.
Adfuit ille quidem: sed nec solennia verba,
Fax quoque, quam tenuit, lacrymoso stridula fumo, Usque fuit, nullosque invenit motibus ignes.' Jortin. 33 womb] Browne's Brit. Past. b. ii. s. 1. ed. 1616. 'Where never plowshare ript his mother's wombe To give an aged seede a living tombe.'
Pluck'd up by some unheedy swain,
After this thy travail sore
That to give the world increase,
And some flowers, and some bays,
For thy hearse, to strew the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy virtuous name;
Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sitt'st in glory,
Next her, much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdess,
Who after years of barrenness,
47 Lady] Cyınbeline, act iv. sc. 2.
'Quiet consummation have,
The highly favour'd Joseph bore
To him that serv'd for her before,
And at her next birth much like thee
SONG. ON MAY MORNING.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
1 star] Of the bright morning star.' Hen. More's Poems,
1 harbinger] Shakesp. Mids. N. Dream, act iii. sc. ult.
'And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.'
2 dancing] Spenser's F. Q. i. v. 2.
'At last the golden oriental gate
Of greatest heaven gan to open faire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET W. SHAKESPEARE.*
WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
10 welcome] Chaucer's Knight's Tale, ver. 1511.
* These lines were prefixed to the folio ed. of Shakespeare's Plays in 1632, but without Milton's name or initials. It is, therefore, the first of his pieces that was published. Warton. 11 unvalued] Invaluable. Rich. III. act i. sc. 4.
'Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,' Todd.