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To the first edition of the author's poems, printed in 1645, was prefixed the following advertisement of

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The STATIONER to the READER.

T is not any private respect of gain, gentle Reader, for the flightest pamphlet is now-a-days more vendible than the works of learnedeft men; but it is the love I have to our own language, that hath made me diligent to collect and set forth fuch pieces both in profe and verse, as may renew the wonted honor and esteem of our English tongue: and it's the worth of these both English and Latin poems, not the florish of any prefixed encomiums, that can invite thee to buy them, though these are not without the highest commendations and applause of the learnedest Academics, both domestic and foreign; and amongst those of our own country, the unparallel'd atteftation of that renown'd Provost of Eton, Sir Henry Wotton.. I know not thy palate how it relishes fuch dainties, nor how harmonious thy foul is; perhaps more trivial airs may please thee better. But howfoever thy opinion is spent upon these, that encouragement I have already received from the most ingenious men in their clear and courteous entertainment of Mr. Waller's late choice pieces, hath once more made me adventure into the world, presenting it with these ever-green, and not to be blasted laurels. The Author's more peculiar excellency in these studies was too well known to conceal his papers, er to keep me from attempting to folicit them from

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The STATIONER to the READER. him. Let the event guide itself which way it will, I fhall deferve of the age, by bringing into the light as true a birth, as the Muses have brought forth since our famous Spenfer wrote; whose poems in these English ones are as rarely imitated, as fweetly excell'd. Reader, if thou art eagle-ey'd to cenfure their worth, I am not fearful to expose them to thy exactest perusal.

Thine to command,

HUMPH. MOSELEY.

POEMS on feveral OCCASIONS.

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On the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a cough*.

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Faireft flower no fooner blown but blafted, Soft filken primrose fading timelesly, Summer's chief honor, if thou hadft out-lafted Bleak Winter's force that made thy bloffom dry; For he being amorous on that lovely dye

That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.

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*This elegy was not inferted in the first edition of the author's poems printed in 1645, but was added in the fecond edition printed in 1673. It was compos'd in the year 1625, that being the 17th year of Milton's age. In fome editions the title runs thus, On the death of a fair Infant, a nephew of his, dying of a cough: but the fequel fhows plainly that the child was not a nephew, but a niece, and confequently a daughter of his fifter Philips, and probably her first child.

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For fince grim Aquilo his charioteer
By boiftrous rape th' Athenian damfel got,
He thought it touch'd his deity full near,
If likewife he fome fair-one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot

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Of long-uncoupled bed, and childlefs eld, Which 'mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach was

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So mounting up in icy-pearled car,

Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far:
There ended was his queft, there ceas'd his care.
Down he defcended from his fnow-foft chair,

But all unwares with his cold kind embrace Unhous'd thy virgin foul from her fair biding-place.

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Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For fo Apollo, with unweeting hand,
Whilome did flay his dearly-loved mate,
Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand,
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;

But then transform'd him to a purple flower:
Alack that fo to change thee Winter had no power.

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Yet can I not perfuade me thou art dead,

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Or that thy corfe corrupts in earth's dark womb,
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,

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Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;

Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom?

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ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. Oh no! for fomething in thy face did shine Above mortality, that fhow'd thou waft divine..

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Refolve me then, oh Soul moft furely bleft,
(If fo it be that thou these plaints doft hear),
Tell me bright Spirit where'er thou hoverest,
Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in th' Elyfian fields (if fuch there were)

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Oh fay me true, if thou wert mortal wight, And why from us fo quickly thou didst take thy flight..

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Wert thou fame ftar which from the ruin'd roof
Of flak'd Olympus by mifchance didst fall;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late earth's fons befiege the wall

Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou fome Goddess fled
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?

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Or wert thou that just Maid who once before

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Forfook the hated earth, O tell me footh,

And cam'st again to visit us once more?

Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth?

Or that crown'd matron fage white-robed Truth?
Or any other of that heav'nly brood

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Let down in cloudy throne to do the world fome good?

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