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Smiths (who before could only make

But his par life who without grief can sce; The spade, the plow-share, and the rake)

W'ho pever thinks his cnd too near, Arts, in most cruel wife

But says to fame, Thou art nine heir ; Man's life t' epitomize !

That man extends life's natural brevity

This is, this is the only way Then men (fond men, alas !) ride post to th' grave,

To out-live Nofior in a day. And cut those threads which yet the Fates would

fave;
Then Charon sweated at his trade,
And had a larger ferry made ;

AN ANSWER
Then, then the silver hair,

AN INVITATION TO CAMBRIDGE, requent before, grew rare.

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ICHOLS, my better self! forbear;
Then Revenge, married to Ambition,
Bogat biack War; then Asarice crept on ;
Then linits to each field were strain'd,

The school-boys' sin will light on me, And Terminus a god-head gain'd,

I fall, in mind ar leat, a trualt be.
To men, before, was found,

Tell me not how

your

mind Besides thc fca, no bound.

With dainties of philosophy;

In Ovid's nut I shall not find
In what plain, or what river, hath not heen

The taste once pleasld me.
War's story writ in blood (lad flory!) seen?
This truth too well our England knows :

() tell me not of logic's diverse cheer! 'Twas civil slaughter dy'd her rose;

I Mall begin to loathe our crambo here.
Nay, then her lily too

Tell me not how the waves appear
With blood's lofs paler grew.

of Cam, or how it cuts the learned shire;

I shall contemn the troubled Thames Such griess, cay world than these, we now should feel,

On her chic holiday: even when her strcanis Did not just Charles filence the rage of feel;

Are with rich folly gilded; when He to our land bleft Peace doth bring,

The quondam dung-boat is made gay, All neighbour countries envying.

Jutlike the bravery of the meu,

Ardi graces with fresh paint that day ;
Happy who did remain
Unborn will Charles's reign!

When tl'city lines with flags and pageants the re,

and fatin doublets, seeni not twice a year. Where, dreaming chemicks! is your pain and

Why do I itay then? I would meet con?

Thee there, but plummers hang upon my fect; How is your oil, how is your laheur loft! Our Charles, blert alchemist! (though itrange,

'Tis my chief wish to live with thee,

But not till I deserve thy company :
Believe it, future times !) did change

Jill then we'll scorn to let that toy,
The iron-age of old

Some forty miles, divide our hearts;
Into an age of gold.

Write to me, and I shall enjoy

Friendship and wit, thy better parts. Though envious Fortune larger hindrance briga,

We'll casily fee each other; Love hath wings. O DE VI.

WTON THE SHCRTNESS OF MAN'S LIFE.

MISCELLANI E S.

ARK that swist arrow! how it cuts the air,

MARW it out-rur. thy following eye?

Τ Η Ε Μ Ο Τ Τ Ο.
" Tentanda via c, &c"

Use all persuafions now and tiy
If thou canst call it back, or say it there.

That way it went; but thou thalt find

No tract is left behind.
Fool! 'tis thy life, and the fond arcler thcu.

Of all the time thou'lt fhot away,

l'll bid hee fitch but yeiter.lay, And it shall be too hard a talk to do.

Besides reperiance, what can find

That it bath lule babind?
Our life is carried with too strong a tice;

A doubtful cloud our fubitance bears,

And is the horse of all our years
Lach day coth on a winged whirlwind ride.

We and our glass run out, and muit
Luih render up cur duit.

And make the age to come my own?
I fall, like bcafis or common people, die,

Unless you write niy elegy;
Wlif others great, by being born, are grown;

Their mothers' labour, not their own.
In this scale guid, in th' cher fame does lie,

The weiht of that mounts this fo high. Thefe men are Fortune's je wels, mouldid bright;

Brought forth with their own fire and light: lil, ler vulgar sinne, for either look,

Out of myself it must be strook.
Yet I muit on; What sound is 't strikes nuine ear?

Sure I Came's trumpet hear;

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All things that are but writ or printed there, Nor ought the language of that man be less, In his unbounded breait engraven are.

Who in his breast had all things to express. There all the sciences together meet,

We say that learning 's endless, and blame Fate And every art does all her kindred greet,

For not allowing life a longer date : Yet justle not, nor quarrel; but as well

He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find, Atree as in some common principle.

He found them not so large as was his mind; So, in an army govern'd right, we see

But, like the brave Pellaan youth, did moan
(Though out of several countries rais'd it he) Because that art had no more worlds than one;
That al their order and their place maintain, And, when he saw that he through all had past,
The English, Dutch, the Frenchman, and the He dy'd, lest he should idle grow at last.

Dane;
So thousand divers species fill the air,
Yet neither crowd nor mix confus’dly there;
Beasts, houses, trees, and men, together lie,

ON THE DEATH OF MR. JORDAN. Yet enter undisturb'd into the eye.

And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate Thrut into th' noile and business of a state.

ENCE, and make rocm for me, all you who - All virtues, and some cuft ms of the court, Other men's labour, are at least his sport; Whilst we, who can no action undertake,

Only to read the cpitaph on this tomb!

Here lies the master of my tender years,
Whom idleness itself might learned make;
Wo hear of nothing, and as yet scarce know,

The guardian of my parents' hope and fears; Whether the Scots in England be or no;

Whofe government ne'er stood me in a tear; Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay,

All wecping was reserv'd to spend it here. Yet see his nimble Pegasus fly away.

Come hither, all who his rare virtues knew, "Tis Nature's fault, who did thus partial grow,

And mourn with me: he was your tutor too. And her cftate of wit on one befrow;

Let's join our sighs, till they fly far and thew

His native Belgia what she's now to do. Winst we, like younger brothers, get at best But a small stock, and must work out the rest. The league of grief bids her with us lament; How could he answer 't, should the state think fit By her he was brought forth and hither sent To question a monopoly of wit?

In payment of all min we there had lost,

And all the Englin ilond those wars have cost. Such is the man whom we require the same

Wisely did Nature this learn'd man divide; We lint the North; untouch'd, as is his fame.

Mis birth was thcirs, his death the mournful pride He is too good for wif, and ought to be As far from danger, as from fear he's free,

Of England; and, i' avoid the envious strisc Thole men alone (and those are useful too)

Of other lands, all Europe had his life, Whose valour is the only art they know,

But we in chief; our country soon was grown Were for fad war and bloody battle bom;

A debtor more to him, than he to's own..
Let them the state defend, and he adorn.

He pluckt from youth the follies and the crimes,
And built up men against the future times;
For decds of age are in their causes then,
Avd though he taught but boys, he made the men.
Houce 'twas a master, in those ancient days
When men fought knowledge first, and by it praise,

Was a thing full of reverence, profit, fame;
SIR HENRY WOOTTON. Father itself was but a second name.

He fcorn'd the profit; his instructions all

Were, like the science, free and liberal, Who when he spoke, all things would He deferv'd honours, but despis'd them too, filent be?

As much as those who have them others do. Who had so many languages in store,

He knew not that which compliment they call; T12: only fame thall speak of himn in more; Could Hatter none, but himse I least of all. Whom England now no more return'd must see; So true, fo faithful, and so just, as he Hii's gine to heaven on his fourth embally. Was nought on earth but his own memory; On earth he travel'd often ; not to say

His memory, where all things written were, H' had been abroad, or pass loose time away. As sure and fixt as in Fate's books they are. In whatever and he chanc'd to come,

Thus he in arts so vast a treasure gain'd, H:red the men and manpers, bringing home Whilst still the use came in, and stock remain'd: Thir wisuunn, learning, and their piety,

And, having purchas'd all that man can know, As if he went to conquer, not to see

He labour'd with't to enrich others now; So well he understood the most and best

Did thus a new and harder task fustain, Of for gues, that Babel fent into the West;

Like those that work in mines for others' gain : Spoke them so truly, that he had (you'd swear) He, though more nobly, had much more to do, Nit only liv'd, but been porn every where. To search the vein, dig, purge, and mint it too. Juilly each nation's speech to him was known, Though my excuse would be, I must confefs, Who for the world was made, not us alone ; Much better had his diligence been lefs ;

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