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Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one,
ARCADES. He's here stuck in a slough and overthrown.
Part of an Intertainment presented to the Countess 'Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known, 5 Death was half glad when he had got him down;
Donager of Derby at Harefield, by some noble per For he had, any time this ten years full,
sons of her family, who appear on the scene in Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull. pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of state,
with this Song
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry, Show'd him his room where he must lodge that Too divine to be mistook : night, 15 This, this is she
5 Pull'd off his boots, and took away the light: To whom our vows and wishes bend; If any ask for him, it shall be said,
Here our solemn search hath end.
Fame, that, her high worth to raise,
10 Of detraction from her praise;
Less than half we find expressid,
Envy bid conceal the rest.
15 Shooting her beams like silver threads ; ANOTHER ON THE SAME.
This, this is she alone,
Sitting like a goddess bright,
In the centre of her light. HERE lieth one, who did most truly prove
Might she the wise Latona be,
20 That he could never die, while he could move;
Or the tower'd Cybele,
Mother of a hundred gods;
5 Made of sphere-metal, never to decay
Juno dares not give her odds: Until his revolution was at stay.
Who had thought this clime had held
25 Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime
A deity so unparallel'd ? 'Gainst old truth) motion number'd out his time: And, like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight,
As they come forward, the Genius of the Wood His principles being ceas'd, he ended straight. 16 uppears, and turning towards them, speaks. Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath
GENIUS. Nor were it contradiction to affirm,
STAY, gentle Swains; for, though in this disguise, Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes; Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd, 15
Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quicken'd; Of that renowned flood, so often sung, Nay,' quoth he, on his swooning bed out-stretch'd, Divine Alpheus, who by secret sluice
I know, this quest of yours, and free intent,
35 His leisure told him that his time was come, To the great mistress of yon princely shrine, And lack of load made his life burdensome, 24
Whom with low reverence I adore as mine;
And with all helpful service will comply,
And lead ye, where ye may more near behold 40 He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon he spent his date,
What shallow-searching Fame hath left untold;
Which I full oft, amidst these shades alone, In course reciprocal, and had his fate
30 Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas,
Have sat to wonder at, and gaze upon : Yet (strange to think) his rain was his increase :
For know, by lot from Jove, I am the Power
Of this fair wood, and live in oaken bower, 45 His letters are deliver'd all and gone,
To nurse the saplings tall, and curl the grove Only remains this superscription.
With ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.
Of noisome winds, and blasting vapours chill: Hobson was a carrier, and the first man in this island * This poem is only part of an Entertainment, or who let out hackney-horses. He lived in Cam- Mask, the rest probably being of a different nature, bridge ; and observing that the scholars rid hard, or composed by a different hand. This Countess his manner was, to keep a large stable of horses, Dowager of Derby, to whom it was presented, must with boots, bridles, and whips, to furnish the gentle have been Alice, daughter of Sir John Spencer of men at once, without going from college to college Althorp, Northamptonshire, and widow of Ferdito borrow, as they have done since the death of this nando Stanley, the fifth Earl of Derby. And as worthy man: I say, Mr. Hobson kept a stable of Harefield is in Middlesex, and, according to Cainforty good cattle, always ready and fit for travelling: den, lieth a little to the north of Uxbridge, we may but when a man came for a horse, he was led into conclude, that Milton made this poem while he the stable, where there was great choice; but he resided in that neighbourhood with his father at obliged him to take the horse which stood next to Horton near Colebrooke. It should seem too, that the stable-door, so that every customer was alike it was made before the Mask at Ludlow, as it is a well served, according to his chance, and every horse more imperfect essay. And Frances, the second ridden with the same justice. From whence it daughter of this Countess-dowager of Derby, being became a proverb, when what ought to be your married to John Earl of Bridgewater, before whom election was forced upon you, to say, Hobson's choice. was presented the Mask at Ludlow, we may conThis memorable man stands drawn in fresco at an ceive in some measure how Milton was induced to inn (which he used) in Bishopsgate-street, with a compose the one after the other. The alliance behundred pound bag under his arm, with this in- tween the families naturally and easily accounts scription upon the said bag,
for it : and in all probability, the Genius of the wood in this poem, as well as the attendant Spirit in the Mask, was Mr. Henry Lawes, who was the great
master of music at that time, and taught most of The fruitful mother of a hundred more." the young nobility,
And from the boughs brush off the evil dew, 50 Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: 6
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Number my ranks, and visit every sprout
Without the meed of some melodious tear. With puissant words, and inurmurs made to bless : Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 15 But else in deep of night, when drowsiness 61 That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Hath lock'd up mortal sense, then listen I
Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. To the celestial Syrens' harmony,
Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse : That sit upon the nine infolded spheres,
So may some gentle Muse
And, as he passes, turn,
For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill,
Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. And keep unsteady Nature to her law,
70 Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd 25 And the low world in measur'd motion draw
Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, After the heavenly tune, which none can hear We drove afield, and both together heard Of human mold with gross, unpurged ear ;
What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, And yet such music worthiest were to blaze Battening our flocks, with the fresh dews of night, The peerless height of her immortal praise, 75 Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, 36 Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
Tow'ard Heaven's descent had slop'd his west'ring If my inferior hand or voice could hit
wheel. Inimitable sounds: yet, as we go,
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, Whate'er the skill of lesser gods can show,
Temperd to th' oaten flute; I will assay, her worth to celebrate,
80 Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fawns with cloven heel And so attend ye toward her glittering state ; From the glad sound would not be absent long; 35 Where ye may all, that are of noble stem,
And old Damætas lov'd to hear our song. Approach, and kiss her sacred vesture's hem.
But, О the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Now thou art gone, and never must return!
Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and desert 1
caves, O'er the smooth enameli'd green,
wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown; Where no print of step hath been,
85 And all their echoes mourn:
The willows, and hazel copses green,
Shall now no more be seen,
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. Of branching elm star-proof.
As killing as the canker to the rose,
45 Follow me;
Or taint-worm to the weanling-herds that graze, I will bring you where she sits,
Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, Clad in splendour, as befits
When first the white-thorn blows;
Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear.
Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless All Arcadia hath not seen.
For neither were ye playing on the steep,
Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, By sandy Ladon's lified banks;
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : 55 On old Lycæus, or Cyllene hoar,
Ay me! I fondly dream! Trip no more in twilight ranks;
Had ye been there--for what could that have done? Though Erymanth your loss deplore, 100
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, A better soil shall give ye thanks.
The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, From the stony Mænalus
Whom universal Nature did lament,
60 Bring your flocks, and live with us;
When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, Here ye shall have greater grace,
His gory visage down the stream was sent, To serve the Lady of this place.
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore ? Though Syrinx your l'an's mistress were,
Alas! what boots it with incessant care Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
To tend the homely, slighted shepherd's trade, 65 Such a rural Queen
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
Were it rot better done, as others use,
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind) In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, on the Irish seas, 1637: and by occasion foretells
And think to burst out into sudden blaze, the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height.
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise, YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Phæbus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears ; Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere,
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, I coine to pluck your berries harsh and crude;
Nor in the glist'ring foil,
Set off to' the world, nor in broad rumour lies; 80
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove • This poem was made upon the unfortunate and As he pronounces lastly on each deed, untimely death of Mr. Edward King, son of Sir Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed. 81 John King, Secretary for Ireland, a fellow colle- O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, gian and intimate friend of Milton, who, as he was Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds, going to visit his relations in Ireland, was drowned | That strain I heard was of a higher mood : Aug. 10, 1637, in the 25th year of his age. This But now my oat proceeds, poem is with great judgment made of the pastoral And listens to the herald of the sea kind, as both Mr. King and Milton had been de-That came in Neptune's plea;
90 signed for holy orders and the pastoral care, which He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, gives a peculiar propriety to several passages in it. What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? 125
And question'd every gust of rugged winds, Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good And sage Hippotades their answer brings,
To all that wander in that perilous flood. 185 That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and The air wy3 calm, and on the level brine
rills, Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
While the still morn went out with sandals gray, It was that fatal and perfidicus bark,
100 He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: That sank so low that sacred head of thine.
And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, Next Camus, reverend sire,.went footing slow, And now was dropp'd into the western bay; 191 His mantle nairy, and his bonnet sedge,
At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge 103 To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Like that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. Ah! who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, 110 (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE How well could I have spar'd for thee, young swain, UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT. Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? 115
BECAUSE you have thrown off your Prelate-Lord, Of other care they little reck'ning make,
And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast,
To seize the widow'd whore Plurality And shove away the worthy bidden guest;
From them whose sin ye en vied, not abhorr'd; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how
Dare ye for this abjure the civil sword
5 to hold
To force our consciences that Christ set free, A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs;
And ride us with a classic hierarchy, t
121 What recks it them? What need they? They are
Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ? +
Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent, sped;
Would have been held in high estecm with Paul, And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Must now be named and printed Heretics 11 Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call: 1 The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,
But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread :
Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent;
That so the Parliament 15 Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw
May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door 130
Clip your phylacteries, though balk your ears,
And succour our just fcars, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
When they shall read this clearly in your charge, Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past,
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large.' 20 That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, 139
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, Lib. I. That on the green-turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Quis multa gracilis te prier in rosa, rendered almost Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
word for word without rhyme, according to the The tufted crow-loe, and pale jessamine,
Latin measure, as near as the language will perThe white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet,
mit. The glowing violet,
145 The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine,
WHAT slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, And every flower that sad embroidery wears :
Pyrrha? for whom bind'st thou Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
In wreaths thy golden hair, And daffodillies fill their caps with tears, 150
Plain in thy neatness ? O, how oft shall he '5 To strew the Laureat herse where Lycid lies.
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
10 Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;
Hopes thee, of flattering gales Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied,
Unmindful. Hapless they Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old,
To whom thou' untried seem'st fair! Me, in my Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount,
vow'd Looks tow'rú Namancos and Bayona's hold;
Picture, the sacred wall declares to' have hung Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth;
My dank and dropping weeds And, 0 ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
To the stern god of sea. Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,
165 For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,
* This poem is supposed to have been made Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; when the Directory was established, and disputes So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
ran high between the Presbyterians and Indepen. And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
dents in 1615, the latter pleading for a toleration, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore and the former against it. Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: 171 In the Presbyterian form of government there So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, (waves, are congregational, classical, provincial, and nas Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the tional assemblies. Where other groves and other streams along.
# It is not known who is meant by A. S. Mr. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
175 Samuel Rotherford was Professor of Divinity at And hears th' unexpressive nuptial song,
St. Andrew's, and one of the Scotch commissioners In the blessid kingdoms meek of joy and love. to the Westminster assembly. There entertain him all the saints above,
Mr. Thomas Edwards, author of the Gangrene. In solemu troops, and sweet societies,
Either Mr. Alexander Henderson or Mr. That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, 180 George Gillespie, both commissioners to the West. And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still ;
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate 9
Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh;
As thou, from year to year, hast sung too late
TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.
hill of heavenly truth;
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at thy g?owing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee but pity' and ruth. Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10 And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure
[friends Thou, when the Bridegroom, with his feastful
Passes to bliss, at the mid hour of night,
ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE
HOW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
That I to manhood am arriv'd so near ;
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
It shall be still in strictest measure even 10
To that same lot, however mean or high, (ven; Toward which Time leads me, and the Will of Hea
is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
And left them both, more in himself content,
5 Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days
Wherein your father flourish'd, yet by you, 10
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
That all both judge you to relate them true,
On the Detraction which followed upon the woriting
certain Treatises.t A BOOK was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,
And woven close, toth matter, form, and style ; WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED The subject new : it walk'd the Town awhile,
TO THE CITY. CAPTAIN, or Colonel, or Knight in arms, (seize, Manuscript, To the Lady Margaret Ley. She was
• We have given the title which is in Milton's Whose chance on these defenceless doors may If deed of honour did thee ever please,
the daughter of Sir James Ley, whose singular
learning and abilities raised him through all the Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms 5
great posts of the law, till he came to be made Ear! That call Fame on such gentle acts as these,
of Marlborough, and Lord High Treasurer, and
Lord President of the Council to King James L. And he can spread thy name o'er land and seas,
He died in an advanced age, and Milton attributes Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower:
his death to the breaking of the parliament; and
it is true that the parliament was dissolved the 10th The great Emathian conqueror bid spare 10
of March, 1628.9, and he died on the 14th of the The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
same month, He left several sons and daughters; Went to the ground, and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power
and the Lady Margaret was married to Captain
Hobson of the Isle of Wight. It appears from the To save th' Athenian walls from ruin bare.
accounts of Milton's life, that in the year 1643. be used frequently to visit this lady and her husband,
and about that time we may suppose that this son • In the manuscript after the title, is added net was composed. 1642. It was in November that year that the King + When Milton published his book of Divorce, marched with his army as near as Brentford, and he was greatly condemned by the Presbyterian put the city in great consternation.
ministers, whose advocate and champion he had
Numb'ring good intellects; now seldom por'd on. Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, 5 Cries the stan reader, Bless us! what a word on 5 Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trods A title page is this! and some in file
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile- Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Love led them on; and Faith, who knew them best Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp.
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple Those rugged names to our like mouths grow
10 And azure wings, that up they flew so dress'd, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp; And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek,
Before the Judge: who thenceforth bid thee rect, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. When thou taugh'st Cambridge, and king Ed.
TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX.
ON THE SAME.
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs :
And still revolt when truth would set them free.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; 11
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe
rings, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze
And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings; Thy firm, unshaken virtue, ever brings
5 Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydrı heads, and the false North displays
Her broken league, to imp their serpent wings. yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,
(For what can war but endless wir still breed?)
Till truth and right from violence be freed, 11
Of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed,
TO Mr. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS, 1645.5
First taught our English music how to span
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
[wing Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, 10
That tun'st their happiest lines in hyin, or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
To conquer still; Peace hath her victories 10
No less renown'd than War: new foes arise
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thom.
son, my Christian Friend, deceased 16th of December, 1646.4
TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER. WHEN faith and love, which parted from thee
never, Had ripend thy just soul to dwell with God,
VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load
(pell'a Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever.
The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, reThe fierce Epirot, and th' African bold, Whether to setile peace, or to unfold
5 been before. He published his Tetrachordon, or
The drift of hollow States hard to be spellid; Expositions upon the four chief places in Scripture,
Then to advise how War may, best upheld, which treat of marriage, or nullities in marriage, In all her equipage : besides to know
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, in 1645.
9 * “ We may suppose, (says Dr. Newton) that
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, these were persons of note and eminence among
What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few
have done : the Scotch ininisters who were for pressing and enforcing the covenant." Mr. George Gillespie, The bounds of either sword to thee we owe; here wrongously named Galasp, was one of the
Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans Scotch commissioners to the Westminster assembly,
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son. But who the other persons were is not known. It appears from this sonnet, and the verses on the counts of Milton's life, that when he was first made forcers of conscience, that Milton treats the Presby- Latin Secretary, he lodged at one Thomson's, next terians with great contempt.
door to the Búll-head tavern at Charing-cross. + This Gentleman was the first Professor of the This Mrs. Thomson, therefore was, in all probabilGreek tongue in the University of Cambridge, and ity, one of that family." was highly instrumental in bringing that language ** This sonnet appears, from the manuscript, to into repute. He was afterwards made one of the have been addressed to Gen. Fairfax, at the siege tutors to Edward VI.
of Colchester, which was carried on in the summer, # This Mr. Henry Lawes was a gentleman of 1648. the king's chapel, and one of his band of music, + In the Author's manuscript is this inscription : and an intimate friend of Milton.
To the Lord General Cromwell, May 1652. On the “Who this Mrs. Thomson was, (says Dr. New. proposals of certain ministers at the committee for ton) we cannot be certain; but I find in the ac- propagation of the Gospel.