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Why, as we pass, do those on Xanthus' shore,
As gods behold us, and as gods adore?
But that, as well in danger as degree,
We stand the first; that when our Licians see
Our brave examples, they admiring say,
“Behold our gallant leaders! These are they
Deserve the greatness; and unenvy'd stand:
Since what they act, transcends what they com-
mand.”
Could the declining of this fate (oh, friend)
Qur date to immortality extends?
Or if death sought not them who seek not death,
Would I advance 2 or should my vainer breath
With such a glorious folly thee inspire :
But since with Fortune Nature doth conspire,
Since age, disease, or some less noble end,
Though not less certain, doth our days attend;
Since ’tis decreed, and to this period lead
A thousand ways, the noblest path we’ll tread ;
And bravely on, till they, or we, or all,
A common sacrifice to honour fall.

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It is not thou, but we are blind, And our corporeal eyes (we find) Dazzle the optics of our mind.

Love to our citadel resorts,
Through those deceitful sally-ports,
Our sentinels betray our forts.

What subtle witchcraft man constrains,
To change his pleasure into pains,
And all his freedom into chains?

May not a prison, or a grave,
Like wedlock, honour's title have 2
That word makes free-born man a slave,

How happy he that loves not lives! Him neither hope nor fear deceives, To Fortune who no hostage gives.

How unconcern'd in things to come!
If here uneasy, finds at Rome,
At Paris, or Madrid, his home.

Secure from low and private ends,
His life, his zeal, his wealth attends
His prince, his country, and his friends.

Danger and honour are his joy;
But a fond wife, or wanton boy,
May all those generous thoughts destroy.

Then he lays-by the public care, Thinks of providing for an heir; Learns how to get, and how to spare.

Nor fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night,
The Trojan hero did affright,
Who bravely twice renew'd the fight.

Though still his foes in number grew, Thicker their darts and arrows fiew, Yet left alone, no fear he knew.

But Death in all her forms appears, From every thing he sees and hears, For whom he leads, and whom he bears",

Love, making all things eise his foes, Like a fierce torrent, overflows Whatever doth his course oppose.

This was the cause the poets sung
Thy mother from the sea was sprung,
But they were mad to make thee young.

Her fathermother son art thou:
From our desires our actions grow;
And from the cause th’ effect must flow.

Love is as old as place or time; Twas he the fatal tree did climb, Grandsire of father Adam's crime.

Well may'st thou keep this world in awe;
Religion, wisdom, honour, law,
The tyrant in his triumph draw.

'Tis he commands the powers above ; Phoebus resigns his darts, and Jove His thunder, to the god of Love.

* His father and son.

To him doth his feign'd mother yield;
Nor Mars (her champion)'s flaming shield
Guards him when Cupid takes the field.

He clips Hope's wings, whose airy bliss
Much higher than fruition is;
But less than nothing, if it miss.

When matches Love alone projects
The cause transcending the effects, -
That wild-fire's quench'd in cold neglects : *

Whilst those conjunctions prove the best,
Where Love's of blindness dispossest,
By perspectives of interest.

Though Solomon with a thousand wives,
To get a wise successor strives,
But one (and he afool) survives.

Old Rome of children took no care,
They with their friends their beds did share,
Secure to adopt a hopeful heir.

Love drowsy days and stormy mights
Makes; and breaks friendship, whose delights
Feed, but not glut, our appetites.

Well-chosen friendship, the most noble Of virtues, all our joys makes double, And into halves divides our trouble.

But when th’ unlucky knot we tie, Care, avarice, fear, and jealousy, Make friendship languish till it die.

The wolf, the lion, and the bear, When they their prey in pieces tear, To quarrel with themselves forbear:

Yet timorous deer, and harmless sheep, When love into their veins doth creep, That law of Nature cease to keep.

Who then can blame the amorous boy,
Who the fair Helen to enjoy,
To quench his own, set fire on Troy

Such is the world's preposterous fate, Amongst all creatures, mortal hate Love (though immortal) doth create.

But love may beasts excuse, for they Their actions not by reason sway, But their brute appetites obey.

But man's that savage beast, whose mind, From reason to self-love declin'd, Delights to prey upon his kind.

on MR..ABRAH.MM. COWLEY'S DEATH, AND BURIAL AMONGST THE ANCIENT POETS.

Old Chaucer, like the morning star,
To us discovers day from far;
His light those mists and clouds dissolv’d,
Which our dark nation long involv'd :
But he descending to the shades,
Darkness again the age invades.

Next (like Aurora) Spenser rose, Whose purple blush the day foreshows; The other three, with his own fires, Phoebus, the poets' god, inspires; By Shakespear's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines, Our stage’s lustre Rome's outshines: These poets near our princes sleep, And in one grave their mansion keep. They liv'd to see so many days, Till time had blasted all their bays: But cursed be the fatal hour That pluck'd the fairest, sweetest flower That in the Muses' garden grew, And amongst wither'd laurels threw. Time, which made them their fame outlive, To Cowley scarce did ripeness give. Old mother Wit, and Nature, gave Shakespeare and Fletcher all they have ; In Spenser, and in Jonson, Art Of slower Nature got the start; But both in him so equal are, None knows which bears the happiest share t To him no author was unknown, Yet what he wrote was all his own; He melted not the ancient gold, Nor, with Ben Jonson, did make bold To plunder all the Roman stores Of poets, and of orators: Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, He did not steal, but emulate | And when he would like them appear, Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear t He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jason brought the golden fleece; To him that language (though to none Of th' others) as his own was known. On a stiff gale (as Flaccus sings) The Theban swan extends his wings, When through th' etherial clouds he flies : To the same pitch our swan doth rise; Old Pindar's flights by him are reach'd When on that gale his wings are stretch'd; His fancy and his judgment such, Each to the other seem'd too much, His severe judgment (giving law) His modest fancy kept in awe : As rigid husbands, jealous are, When they believe their wives too fair. His English streams so pure did flow, As all that saw and tasted know : But for his Latin vein, so clear, Strong, full, and high it doth appear, That were immortal Virgil here, Him, for his judge, he would not fear: Of that great portraiture, so true A copy, pencil never drew. My Muse her song had ended here, But both their Geniistraight appear: Joy and amazement her did strike, Two twins she never saw so like. 'Twas taught by wise Pythagoras, One soul might through more bodies pass. Seeing such transmigration there, She thought it not a fable here. Such a resemblance of all parts, Life, death, age, fortune, nature, arts; Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell, And show the world this parallel : Fixt and contemplative theirlooks,

Still turning over Nature's books:
Their works chaste, moral, and divine,
Where profit and delight combine;
They, gilding dirt, in noble verse
Rustic philosophy rehearse.
When heroes, gods, or god-like kings,
They praise, on their exalted wings
To the celestial orbs they climb,
And with th' harmonious spheres keep time:
Nor did their actions fall behind
Their words, but with like candour shin'd;
Each drew fair characters, yet none
Of these they feign'd, excels their own.
Both by two generous princes lov’d,
Who knew, and judg’d what they approv'd,
Yet having each the same desire,
Both from the busy throng retire.
Their bodies to their minds resign'd,
Car'd not to propagate their kind:
Yet though both fell before their hour,
Time on their offspring hath no power,
Nor fire nor Fate their bays shall blast,
Nor Death's dark yeil their day o'ercast.

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The wheel that governs all : From thence the change in church and state, And all the mischief bears the date

From Haberdashers' Hall.

Did we force Ireland to despair,
Upon the king to cast the war,
To make the world abhor him,
Because the rebelsus'd his name 2
Though we ourselves can do the same,
• While both alike were for him.

Then the same fire we kindled here
With what was given to quench it there,
And wisely lost that nation:
To do as crafty beggars use,
To maim themselves, thereby t” abuse
The simple man's compassion.

Have I so often past between
Windsor and Westminster, unseen,
And did myself divide:
To keep his excellence in awe,
And give the parliament the law 2
For they knew none beside.

Did I for this take pains to teach
Our zealous ignorants to preach,
And did their lungs inspire; -
Gave them their texts, show'd them their parts,
And taught them all their little arts,
To fling abroad the fire *

Sometimes to beg, sometimes to threaten,
And say the cavaliers have beaten,
To stroke the people's ears?
Then straight when victory grows cheap,
And will no more advance the heap,
To raise the price of fears.

And now the books, and now the bells,
And now our act the preacher tells,
To edify the people;
All our divinity is news,
And we have made of equal use
The pulpit and the steeple.

And shall we kindle all this flame
Only to put it out again,
And must we now give o'er,
And only end where we begun
In vain this mischief we have done,
If we can do no more.

If men in peace can have their right,
Where's the necessity to fight,
That breaks both law and oath:
They’ll say they fight not for the cause
Nor to defend the king and laws. -
Butus against them both.

Either the cause at first was ill,
Or being good, it is so still;
And thence they will infer,
That either now or at the first
They were deceiv'd ; or, which is worst,
That we ourselves may err,

But plague and famine will come int. For they and we are near of kin,

TO FIVE MEMBERS OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.

And cannot go asunder: But while the wicked starve, indeed The saints have ready at their need

God’s providence, and plunder.

Princes we are if we prevail,
And gallant villains if we fail:
When to our fame 'tis told,
It will not be our least of praise,
Since a new state we could not raise.
To have destroy'd the old.

Then let us stay and fight, and vote,
Till London is not worth a groat;
Oh'tis a patient beast !
When we have gall'd and tir'd the mule,
And can no longer have the rule,
We'll have the spoil at least.

TO THE FIPE J/EMBERS

of the HONOURABLE HOUSE OF COMMONS, the numble petition or the poets.

Arren so many concurring petitions
From all ages and sexes, and all conditions,
We come in the rear to present our follies
To Pym, Stroude, Haslerig, Hampden, and
Holles.
Though setform of prayer be an abomination,
Set forms of petitions find great approbation:
Therefore, as others from th’ bottom of their
souls, -
So we from the depth and bottom of our bowls,
According unto the bless'd form you havetaught
us,
Wethankyou first for theills you have broughtus:
For the good we receive we thank him that gave
And you for the confidence only to crave it. [it,
Next in course, we complain of the great viola-
Of privilege (like the rest of our nation); [tion
But 'tis none of yours of which we have spoken,
Which never had being until they were broken;
But ours is a privilege ancient and native,
Hangs not on an ordinance, or power legislative.
And first, 'tis to speak whatever we please,
Without fearof a prison or pursuivant's fees.
Next, that we only may lye by authority ;
But in that also you have got the priority.
Next, an old custom, our fathers did name it
Poetical licence, and always did claim it.
By this we have power to change age into youth,
Turn nonsense to sense, and falsehood to truth ;
In brief, to make good whatsoever is faulty;
This art some poet, or the Devil, has taught ye:
And this our property you have invaded,
And a privilege of both houses have made it.
But that trust above all in poets reposed,
That kings by them only are made and deposed,
This though you cannot do, yet you are willing:
But when we undertake deposing or killing,
They're tyrants and monsters; and yet then the
hoet
Takes full revenge on the villains that do it:
And when we resume asceptre or crown,
We are modest, and seek not to make it our own.
But is 't not presumption to write verses to you,

Who make better poems by far of the two

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Do you not know not a fortnight ago,
How they bragg'd of a Western Wonder *

When a hundred and ten slew five thousand men,
With the help of lightning and thunder

There Hopton was slain again and again,
Or else my author did lye ; [living,

With a new Thanksgiving, for the dead who are
To God, and his servant Chidleigh.

But now on which side was this miracle try'd,
I hope we at last are even ; graves,

For sir Ralph and his knaves are risen from their
To cudgel the clowns of Devon.

And there Stamford came, for his honour was Of the gout three months together ; [lame But it prov’d when they fought, but a running For his heels were lighter than ever. [gout

For now he outruns his arms and his guns, And leaves all his money behind him ;

But they follow after; unless he takes water, At Plymouth again they will find him.

What Reading hath cost, and Stamford hath Goes deep in the sequestrations ! [lost, These wounds will not heal, with your new great Nor Jepson's declarations. [seal.

Now, Peters and Case, in your prayer and grace
Remember the new Thanksgiving;

Isaac and his wife, now dig for your life,
Or shortly you'll dig for your living.

.4 SECOND JWESTERN WOWDER.

You heard of that wonder, of the lightning and
thunder,
Which made the lye so much the louder:
Now list to another, that miracle's brother,
Which was done with a firkin of powder.

O what a damp it struck through the camp !
But as for honest sir Ralph,

It blew him to the Wies, without beard or eyes,
But at least three heads and a half.

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