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In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, unfor
tunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height,
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
• Pulla magis atque myrto. Warton.
dead] Phillisides is dead. Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sid. ney's death, by L. B. v. 8 (Todd's Spenser, viii, 76), and
Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs, and lawrel faire.' 10 Who] • Neget quis carmina Gallo. Virg. Ecl. x. 3.
Peck. watery] See Theod. Prodrom. Dos. et Rhod. Am. p. 254, ed. Gaulm.
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,
coy excuse, may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my
passes turn, And bid fair
peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.
Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd 25 Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battning our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
14 melodious] Cleveland's Obsequy on Mr. King, 'I like not tears in tune.' Todd.
17 sweep] E qui Calliopea alquanto surga,' Dante Purg. i. 9.
19 Muse] 'Gentle Muse—he passes." See Jortin's Tracts, i. p. 341.
nurs'd] Compare Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 85.
Through many a hill and dale, &c.' 26 orening] Middleton's Game at Chess.
Like a pearl, Dropp'd from the opening eyelids of the morn.' And Crashaw's Translation of Marino, . The lids of day.'
Warton, Todd. 9 Battning] Drayton's Ecl. ix.
. Their battening flocks on grassie leas to hold.' Warton.
Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright, 30
But, О the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep,
83 Temper'd] On this word see P. Fletcher's Purple Isl. c. ix. st. 3. Par. Lost, vii. 598. Warton.
37 thou art gone] Browne's Sheph. Pipe (ec). 4). "But he
50 Where] Spenser's Astrophel, st. 22, Ah, where were ye the while his shepheard peares, &c.
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood,
74 blaze] So P. Reg. iii. 47.
• For what is glory but the blaze of fame.' Warton. 75 blind] Spenser's R. of Rome. st. xxiv. If the blind Furie which warres breedeth oft. Warton. 77 touched] Virg. Ecl. vi. 3.
Peck. 9 foil] See Shakes. Henry IV. act. i. s. 2. Warton.
5 fountain] Hom. Od. xiii. 408. Kprvn'Apɛdovon. Virg, Ecl. x. 4. Æn. jii. 694. Warton.
higher] 'I'll tune my reed unto a higher key. Browne's Brit. Past. iv. 41.