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On his being arriv'd to the age
How foon hath Time, the fubtle thief of youth,
Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow,
It shall be ftill in ftricteft measure even
To that fame lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Task-master's eye.
When the affault was intended to the City.
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on thefe defenfelefs doors may feize, If deed of honor did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on fuch gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and feas, Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy fpear against the Muses' bower :
The houfe of Pindarus, when temple' and tower
Of fad Electra's poet had the power
To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare.
To a virtuous young Lady.
Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
To the Lady Margaret Ley.
Daughter to that good Earl, once President
And left them both, more in himfelf content,
Till fad the breaking of that Parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Cheronea, fatal to liberty,
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.
Though later born than to have known the days
Madam, methinks I fee him living yet;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,
On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises.
A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galafp?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and grasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or afp, When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and king Edward
On the fame.
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
When ftrait a barbarous noife environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, affes, apes, and dogs:
As when thofe hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the fun and moon in fee. But this is got by cafting pearl to hogs; That bawl for freedom in their fenfelefs mood,
And ftill revolt when truth would fet them free. 10
For who loves that, must first be wife and good;
To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs.
Harry, whofe tuneful and well-meafur'd fong
To after-age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air could'st humour beft our tongue.
Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing
On the religious memory of
Mrs. CATHARINE THOMSON, my christian friend, Deceas'd 16 Decem. 1646.
When faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy just foul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load
Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth fever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor
Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod ; But, as faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and faith, who knew them best, Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.