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The real object must command Each judgment of his eye and motion of his hand.
From these and all long errours of the way
In which our wandering predecessors went,
And, like th' old Hebrews, many years did stray
In deserts, but of small extent,
Bacon, like Moses, led us forth at last:
The barren wilderness he past;
Didon the very border stand
Of the blest Promis'd land;
And from the mountain's top of his exalted wit,
Saw it himself, and show'd us it.
But life did never to one man allow
Time to discover worlds, and conquer too;
Nor can so short a line sufficient be
Tofathom the vast depths of Nature's sea.
The work he did we ought to admire;
And were unjust if we should more require
From his few years, divided 'twixt th' excess
of low affliction and high happiness:
For who on things remote can fix his sight,
That’s always in a triumph or a fight?
From you, great champions! we expect to get
These spacious countries, but discover'd yet;
Countries, where yet, instead of Nature, we
Her images and idols worship'd see:
These large and wealthy regions to subdue,
Though Learning has whole armies at command,
Quarter'd about in every land,
A better troop she ne'er together drew :
Methinks, like Gideon's little band,
God with design has pick'd out you,
To do those noble wonders by a few :
When the whole host he saw, “They are” (said
“Too many to o'ercome for me:”
And now he chooses out his men,
Much in the way that he did then ;
Not those many whom he found
ldly extended on the ground,
To drink with their dejected head
The stream, just so as by their mouths it fled:
No ; but those few who took the waters up,
And made of their laborious hands the cup.
Thus you prepard, and in the glorious fight
Their wondrous pattern too you take;
Their old and empty pitchers first they brake,
And with their hands then lifted up the light.
Io! sound too the trumpets here !
Already your victorious lights appear;
New scenes of Heaven already we espy,
And crowds of golden worlds on high,
Which from the spacious plains of earth and sea
Could never yet discover'd be, -
By sailors' or Chaldeans' watchful eye.
Nature's great works no distance can obscure,
No smallness her near objects can secure;
Y’ have taught the curious sight to press
Into the privatest recess
Of her imperceptible littleness!
Y” have learn'd to read her smallest hand,
And well begun her deepest sense to understand!
Mischief and true dishonour fall on those
Who would to laughter or to scorn expose
So virtuous and so noble a design,
So human for its use, for knowledge so divine.
The things which these proudmendespise, and call
Impertinent, and vain, and small,
Those smallest things of Nature let me know,
Rather than all their greatest actions do
Whoever would deposed Truth advance
Into the throne usurp'd from it,
Mustfeel at first the blows of Ignorance,
And the sharp points of envious Wit.
So, when, by various turns of the celestial dance,
In many thousand years .
A star, so long unknown, appears,
Though Heaven itself more beauteous by it grow,
It troubles and alarms the world below,
Does to the wise a star, to fools a meteor, show.
With courage and success you the bold work
Your cradle has not idle been :
None e'er, but Hercules and you, would be
At five years age worthy a history:
And ne'er did Fortune better yet
Th’ historian to the story fit:
As you from all old errours free
And purge the body of Philosophy;
So from all modern follies he
Has vindicated Eloquence and Wit.
His candid style like a clean stream does slide,
And his bright fancy, all the way,
Does like the sun-shine in it play;
It does, like Thames, the best of rivers' glide,
Where the god does not rudely overturm,
But gently pour, the crystal urn,
And with judicious hand does the whole current
'T has all the beauties Nature can impart,
And all the comely dress, without the paint, of
How would those learned trees have follow'd you ! You would have drawn them and their poet too.
But who can blame them now? for, since you're
gone, They're here the only fair, and shine alone; You did their natural rights invade; Wherever you did walk or sit, The thickest boughs could make no shade, Although the Sun had granted it: The fairest flowers could please no more, near you, Than painted flowers, set next to them, could do.
hene'er then you come hither, that shall be he time, which this to others is, to me.
The littlejoys which here are now,
The name of punishments do bear;
When by their sight they let us know
How we depriv'd of greater are:
"Tis you the best of seasons with you bring;
This is for beasts, and that for men, the Spring.
WHILST what I write I do not See,
I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Ah, foolish Muse! which dost so high aspire,
And know'st her judgment well,
How much it does thy power excel,
Yet dar'st be read by, thy just doom, the fire.
Alas! thou think'st thyself secure,
Because thy form is innocent and pure:
Like hypocrites, which seem unspotted here;
But, when they sadly come to die,
And the last fire their truth must try, Scrawl'do'er like thee, and blotted, they appear.
Go then, but reverently go, And, since thou needs must sin, confess it too: Confess’t, and with humility clothe thy shame; For thou, who else must burned be An heretic, if she pardon thee, May'st, like a martyr, then enjoy the flame.
But, if her wisdom grow severe,
And suffer nother goodness to be there;
If her large mercies cruelly it restrain;
Be not discourag'd, but require
A more gentle ordeal fire, And bid her by Love's flames read it again.
Strange power of heat! thou yet dost show
Like winter-earth, naked, or cloath’d with snow:
But as, the quickening Sun approaching near,
The plants arise up by degrees;
A sudden paint adorns the trees,
And all kind Nature's characters appear:
So, nothing yet in thee is seen; But, when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an A, and there a B, Here sprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
Still, silly Paper! thou wilt think, That all this might as well be writ withink:
Oh, no; there's sense in this, and mystery— Thou now may’st change thy author's name, And to her hand lay noble claim ;
For, as she reads, she makes, the words in thee.
Yet, if thine own unworthiness Will still that thou art mime, nother's, confess, Consume thyself with fire before her eyes, And so her grace or pity move: The gods, though beasts they do not love, Yet like them when they're burnt in sacrifice.
Five years ago (says story) I lov'd you, For which you call me most inconstant now. Pardon me, madam, you mistake the man, For I am not the same that I was them; No flesh is now the same 'twas then in me, And that my mind is chang’d, yourself may see. The same thoughts to retain still, and intents, Were more inconstant far; for accidents Must of all things most strangely inconstant prove, If from one subject they to another move; My members then the father members were, From whence these take their birth which now are here. If then this body love what th' other did, *Twere incest; which by Nature is forbid. You might as well this day inconstant name, Because the weather is not still the same That it was yesterday—or blame the year, 'Cause the spring flowers, and autumn fruit, does bear. The world's a scene of changes; and to be Constant, in Nature were inconstancy; For *twere to break the laws herself has made: Our substances themselves do fleet and fade; The most fix’d being still does move and fly, Swift as the wings of Tilne 'tis measur’d by. To imagine them that love should never cease (Love, which is but the ornament of these) Were quite as senseless, as to wonder why Beauty and colour stays not when we die.
'Tis very true, I thought you once as fair
As women in th’ idea are;
Whatever here seems beauteous, seem'd to be
But a faint metaphor of thee:
But then, methoughts, there something shin'd,
Which cast this lustre o'er thy skin;
Nor could I chuse but count it the Sun's light,
Which made this cloud appear so bright-
But, since I knew thy falsehood and thy pride.
And all thy thousand faults beside,
A very Moor, methinks, plac'd near to thee,
White as his tecth would seem to be.
So men (they say) by Hell's delusions led,
Have ta'en a succubus to their bed;
Believe it fair, and themselves happy call,
Till the cleft foot discovers all:
Then they start from 't, half ghosts themselves
And devil, as 'tis, it does appear.
So, since against my will I found thee foul,
Deform'd and crooked in thy soul,
My reason straight did to my senses show,
That they might be mistaken too:
Nay, when the world but knows how false you
There’s not a man will think you fair;
Thy shape will monstrous in their fancies be,
They'll call their eyes as false as thee.
Be what thou wilt, Hate will present thee so
As Puritans do the pope, and Papists Luther do.
Ixpert I must confess, when souls mix 'tis an happiness; But not complete till bodies too combine, And closely as our minds together join : But half of Heaven the souls in glory taste, Till by love in Heaven, at last, Their bodies too are plac'd.
In thy immortal part, Man, as well as I, thou art; But something 'tis that differs thee and me; And we must one even in that difference be. I thee, both as a man and woman, prize; For a perfect love implies Love in all capacities. Can that for true love pass, When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in Love's likeness be; His wonder is, one, and variety: For he, whose soul nought but a soul can move, Does a new Narcissus prove, And his own image love.
That souls do beauty know, Tis to the bodies' help they owe; lf, when they know’t, they straight abuse that trust, * And shut the body from 't, 'tis as unjust As if I brought my dearest friend to see My mistress, and at th' instant he should steal her quite from me.
Love in her sunny eyes does basking play; Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair; Love does on both her lips for ever stray, And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there: In all her outward parts Love's always seen; But oh! he never went within.
within, Love's foes, his greatest foes, abide, Malice, Inconstancy, and Pride: So, the Earth's face trees, herbs, and flowers, do dress, With other beauties numberless; But at the centre darkness is, and Hell; there wicked spirits, and there the damned, dwell.
with me, alas! quite contrary it fares; Darkness and death lie in my weeping eves, Despair and paleness in my face appears. and grief, and fear, Love's greatest enemies;
So men, who once have cast the truth away,
Forsook by God, do strange wild lusts obey;
So the vain Gentiles, when they left to adore
One deity, could not stop at thousands more:
Their zeal was senseless straight, and boundless,
They worship'd many a beast and many a stone.
Ah, fair apostate! couldst thou think to flee
From truth and goodness, yet keep unity ? .
I reign'd alone; and my blest self could call
The universal monarch of her all.
Mine, mine, her fair East-Indies were above,
Where those sums rise that cheer the world of
Where beauties shine like gems of richest price;
Where coral grows, and every breath is spice:
Mine too her rich West-Indies were below,
Where mines of gold and endless treasures grow.