And looks commercing with the skies, Line 39. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Line 49. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Line 105. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Line 25. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, Or sweetest Shakspere, Fancy's child, Line 131. And ever, against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Line 135 The hidden soul of harmony. SONNETS. Line 144. As ever in my great task-master's eye. Sonnet vii. Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. Sonnet xxii. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Sonnet xxii. But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night. Under a star-y pointing pyramid. Dear son of memory, great heir of fame. Sonnet xxiii. Epitaph on Shakspere. BASSE-VAUGHAN-L'ESTRANGE. 151 WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648. RENOWNED Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakspere in your threefold, fourfold tomb. On Shakspere. I HENRY VAUGHAN. 1614-1695. SEE them walking in an air of glory My days which are at best but dull and hoary, They are all gone. Dear beauteous death; the jewel of the just. Ibid. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, Ibid. Besides, 't is known he could speak Greck As naturally as pigs squeak. Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Part i. Canto i. Line 51. He could distinguish, and divide Parti. Canto i. Line 67. For rhetoric, he could not ope And prove their doctrine orthodox, By Apostolic blows and knocks. Parti. Canto i. Line 199. * Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high.-FULLER. Holy and Profane States. E. v. ch. xviii. |