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In solemn songs at king Alcinous' feast,
While sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest
Are held, with his melodions harmony,
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wandering Muse, how thou dost stray!
Expectance calls thee now another way:
Thou know'st it must be now thy holy bent
To keep in compass of thy predicament :
Then quick about thy purposed business come,
That to the next I may resign my room.
Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments his ten sons,

whereof the eldest stoop for Substance with his canons, which ENS,
thus speaking, explains :-
Good luck befriend thee, son ! for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth;
Thy drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy
Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie;
And, sweetly singing round about thy bed,
Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head.
She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldst still
From eyes of mortals walk invisible;
Yet there is something that doth force my fear,
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sybil old, bow-bent with crooked age,
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in Time's long and dark prospective glass
Foresaw what future days should bring to pass ;
Your son, said she, --nor can you it

prevent, Shall subject be to many an accident ; O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king, Yet every one shall make him underling ; And those that cannot live from him asunder, Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under, In worth and excellence he shall out-go them, Yet being above them, he shall be below them ; So From others he shall stand in need of nothing. Yet on his brother shall depend for clothing. To find a foe it shall not be his hap, And peace shall lull him in her flowery lap; Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door


Devouring War shall never cease to roar;
Yea it shall be his natural property
To harbour those that are at enmity.
What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not
Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot? 90
The next, QUANTITY and QUALITY spake in prose; then RELATION

was called by his name.
Rivers, arise! whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Ouse, or gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who, like some Earth-born giant, spreads
His thirty arms along the indented meads;
Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath ;
Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death ;
Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tyne, or ancient hallowed Dee;
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythian's name,
Or Medway smooth, or royal towered Thame.

[The rest was prose.]

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[Composed 1629 )


This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring ;
For so the holy Sages once did sing,

That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.



That glorious form, that light unsufferable,
And that far beaming blaze of majesty,
Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council-table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid aside; and here with us to be,

Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.


Say, heavenly Muse ! shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now, while the Heaven, by the sun's team untrod,

Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?



See, how from far, upon the eastern road
The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet :
Oh, run! prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessèd feet;
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,

And join thy voice unto the angel quire,
From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.




It was the winter wild,
While the Heaven-born child

All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies :
Nature in awe to him
Had doffed her gaudy trim,

With her great Master so to sympathize :
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.


Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle air

To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,

The saintly veil of maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

40 III.

But he, her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyed Peace;

She, crowned with olive green, came swiftly sliding
Down through the turning sphere,
His ready harbinger,

With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ;
And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.



No war, or battle's sound,
Was heard the world around :

The idle spear and shield were high up hung,
The hooked chariot stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;

The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ;
And kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.


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But peaceful was the night,
Wherein the Prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth began :
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,

Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.



The stars, with deep amaze,
Stand fixed in steadfast gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence ;
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warned them thence ;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.



And, though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,

The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
And hid his head for shame,
As his inferior flame

The new enlightened world no more should need;
He saw a greater sun appear
Than his bright throne, or burning axle-tree could bear.


The shepherds on the lawn,
Or e'er the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then
That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with them befow :
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.



When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger strook,
Divinely-warbled voice
Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

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Nature that heard such sound,
Beneath the hollow round

Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling,
Now was almost won
To think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its last fulfilling :
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.

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