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On his being arriv'd to the age of 23.
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year !
But my late spring no bud or blossom Mew'th.
5 That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or flow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
All is, if I have grace to use it fo,
When the assault was intended to the City.
Whose chance on these defenseless doors may seize,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower :
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To a virtuous young Lady. Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hath shunn'd the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen,
That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth
5 Chofen thou haft; and they that overween, And at thy growing 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,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feaftful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Of England's Council, and her Treasury,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein
father florish’d, yet by you, Madam, methinks I see him living yet ; So well
words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to possess them, honor'd Margaret.
XI. On the detraction which followed upon my writing
And woven close, both matter, form and stile ;
Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us ! what a word on
5 A title-page is this! and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile
End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
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 asp,
XII. On XII.
On the same.
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs :
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ;
And still revolt when truth would set them free. 10
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ;
But from that mark how far they rove we see
To Mr. H. L Awes on his Airs.
Harry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song
First taught our English music how to span
With Midas' ears, committing short and long ;
With praise enough for envy to look wan;
Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing
To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,
That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
On the religious memory of Mrs. CATHARINE Thomson, my christian friend,
Deceas d 16 Decem. 1646.
Had ripen’d thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5
Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest