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, If Jonson's learned sock be on, And ever, against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce Line 131. In notes, with many a winding bout Line 135. The hidden soul of harmony. Line 144. SONNETS. 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 R ENOWNED 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. HENRY VAUGHAN. 1614-1695. I 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. Parti. Canto i. Line 51. He could distinguish, and divide Parti. Canto i. Line 67. For rhetoric, he could not ope Whatever sceptic could inquire for, Parti. Canto i. Line 81. Parti. Canto i. Line 131. He knew what's what, and that's as high Parti. Canto i. Line 149. Such as take lodgings in a head That's to be let unfurnished.* Parti. Canto i. Line 161. And prove their doctrine orthodox, By Apostolic blows and knocks. Part i. Canto i. Line 199. * Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high.-FULLER. Holy and Profane States. B. v. ch. xviii. |