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Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED
TO THE CITY.
CAPTAIN, or Colonel, or Knight in arms!
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Of sad Electra's poet had the power
VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.
LADY! that in the prime of earliest youth
green, And with those few are eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly truth;
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure, Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.
Daughter to that good Earl, once president
Of England's council, and her treasury,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
Killed with report that old man eloquent.
Wherein your father flourished, yet by you,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet;
That all both judge you to relate them true,
ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES.
A BOOK was writ of late called “Tetrachordon,"
And woven close, both matter, form, and style;
Numb'ring good intellects; now seldom pored on.
A title page is this !” and some in file
End Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon,
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, 10
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek!
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
Of owls and cuccoos, asses, apes and dogs:
Railed at Latona's twin-born progeny,
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs ;
And still revolt when Truth would set them free.
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
But from that mark how far they rove we see
TO MR. H. LAWES ON HIS AIRS.
HARRY! whose tuneful and well-measured song
First taught our English music how to span
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honourest verse, and verse must lend her wing
To honour thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire,
That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woved sing
10 ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF
MRS. CATHARINE THOMSON,
Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God,
Of death, called life; which us from life doth sever.
Stayed not behind, nor in the grave were trod ;
Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams 10
And azure-wings, that up they flew so drest,
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX.
Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings;
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Her broken league to imp their serpent wings.
(For what can war, but endless war still breed ?)
Till truth and right from violence be freed,
Of public fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed,
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL. CROMWELL! our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed,
Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ;
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
To conquer still; Peace hath her victories
No less renowned than War: new foes arise
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
TO SIR HENRY VANE, THE YOUNGER.
VANE! young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The fierce Epirot and the African bold, -
The drift of hollow states hard to be spelled;
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,
What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done: The bounds of either sword to thee we owe :
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
AVENGE, O Lord! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;