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Nature to thee does reverence pay,

But the vast ocean of unbounded day
Ill omens and ill fights removes out of thy way. In th' empyræan heaven does stay.

Thy rivers, lakes, and springs, below,
At thy appearance, Grif irself is bid

From thence took first their risc, thithes at lai: To fhake his wings and rouze his head :

must flow.
And cloudy Care has oftca took
A gentle beamy smile, reflc éted from thy look.
At thy appearance, Fear itself grows bold;

Thy sun-fhine meits away his cold.

Encourag'd at the sight of thee,
To the chcek colour comes, and firmness to the

Ev’n Lust, the master of a harden'd face,

HILOSOPHY, the great and only heir Blushes, if thou be'st in the place,

Of all that human knowledge which has been To Darkness' curtains he retires;

Unforfeited by man's rebellious fin,
In sympathizing night he tolls his smoky fires. Though full of years he do appear

(Philofophy, I say, and call it He; When, Goddess! thou lift'it up thy waken'd head, For, whatsoe'er the painter's fancy be, Out of the morning's purple bed,

It a male-virtuc seems to me) Thy quire of birds about thee play,

Has still been kept in nonage till of late, And all the joysul world falutes the rising day.

Nor manag'd or enjoy'd his vast estate. The ghosts, and monster-spirits, that did presume

Three or four thousand years, one would have A body's privilege to assume,

thought, Vanish again in vifibly,

To ripeness and perfection might have brough: And bodies gain again their visibility.

A science so well bred and nurst,

And of such hopeful parts too at the firft: All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, But, oh! the guardians and the tutors, thea Is but thy several lıveries;

(Some negligent and fome anıbitious mien) Thon the rich dye on them bcftow'lt,

Would ne'er consent to act him free, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou

2 Or his own natural powers to let him fee go'lt.

Lest that should put an end to their authority, A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'ft;

That his own business he might quite forget, A crown of lludrer gnid thou bcar'it;

They' amus'd him with the sports of wanton wit; The virgin-lilies, in their white,

With the desserts of poetry they fed him, Are clad but with the lawn of alnuot naked light. Irftead of folid mcats e' increase his force; The violet, Spring's little infart, stands

Instead of vigorous exercise, they led him Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands:

into the pleasant labyrinths of ever-fresh discourse; On the fair tulip thou dost doat;

Inftead of carrying him to see
Thou cloath's it in a gay and party-colour'd coat. The riches which do hoarded for him lie

In Nature's endless treasury,
With fiame condens'd thou do'st thy jewels fix,

They chose his eye to entertain And solid colours in it mix :

(His curicus but not covetous eye) Flora herself envies to see

With painted scenes and pagearts of the brain. Flowers fairer than her own, and duralle as she.

Some few exalted spirits this latter age has show, Ah, Goddess! would thou could'st thy hand | That labeur’d to affert the liberty withhold,

(From guardians who were not usurpers grown! And be lefs liberal :o gold !

or this oli minor ftill, captiv'd Philofophy; Didst thou less value to it give,

But it was rebellion call’d, to fight Of how much care, alas! mighe'st thou poor man For such a long-opprefied right. relicve!

Bacon at last, a mighty man, arose,

(Whem a wise king, and Nature, chose, To me the fun is more delightful fur,

Lord chancellor of both their jaws And all fair days much fairer are.

And boldy undertnok the injur'd pupil's cause. But few, ah! wondrous fw, there be, Who do not gold prefer,() Goddess ev'n to thee. Authority-which did a buy boast, Through the soft ways of heaven, ard air, and íea, Though, 't was but air condens’d, and Italia

about, Which open all their porcs to thee,

Like some old giant's more gigantic ghost, Like a clear river thou dost glide,

To terrify the learned rout And with thy living stream through the close

With the plain magic of true Reacon's lightchannels slide.

He chac'd out of our fight;
But, where firm bodies thy free course oppose, Nor fuffer'd living men to be misled
Gently thy source the land o'crflows;

Ly the vain shadows of the dead :

2 Takes there possession, and does make, To graves, from whence it rose, the conquer'd Of colours mingled light, a thick and standing lake. phantom fled.


Hebroke that monflrous God which stood Countrics, where yet, instead of Nature, we in midf of ch' orchard, and the whole did claim; Her images ard idols worship'd fee : Which with a ulclefs fcythe of wood,

These large and wealthy regions to subdue, And fomething else not worth a name

Though Learning has whole armies at command, (Both vatt for the w, yet ncither fit

Quarter'd about in every land, Or to defend, or to beget;

A better troop ihe ne'er together drew : Ridiculous and senseleis tcrrors!) made

M M inks, like Gideon's little band, Children and superstitious men afraid.

God with delign has pick'd out you, The orchard's open now, and free,

To do those noble wonders by a few : Bacon has broke the scare-crow dcity :

When the whole host •he law, They are" Come, enter, all that will,

(laid he) Behold the ripen'd fruit, come gather now your “ Too many to v'ercome for me;"

And now he chooses out his mien, Yet ftill, methinks, we fain would be

Much in the way that he did then; Catching at the forbidden tree

Not those many whom he found We wculd be like the Deity

Idly' extended on the ground, When truth and falsehood, good and evil, we, To drink with their dejected head Without the feufco'aid, within ourselves would fee; The stream, just so as by their mouths it fled : For 'tis God only who can find

No; but those sew who took the waters up, All Nature in his niind.

And made of their laborious hands the cup. From words, which are but pictures of the thought | Thus you prepar'd, and in the glorious fight

Their wondrous pattern too you take; Though we our thoughts from them perversely drew)

Their old and empty pitchers first they brake, To things, the mind's right object, he it brought: And with their hands then lifted up the light. Like fooliha birds, to painted grapes we flew;

lo! found too the trumpets here ! He fought and gather'd for our ule the true:

Aready your victorious lights appear; And, when on heaps the chosen bunches lay,

Now scenes of heaven already we clpy, He preil them wildly the mechanic way,

And crowds of golden werlds on high, Till all their juice did in one vellel juin,

Which from the fracious plains of earth and sea Ferment into a nourishment divine,

Could never yet discover'd be,

Dy failors' or Chaldians' watchful cye.
Tie thirsty foul's refrething wine.
Who to the life an exa& piece would make,

Nature's great works no distance can obscure, Muit not from others' work a copy take;

No smallness berncar objecis can secure; No, no: from Rubens or Vandyke;

Y' have taught the curious light to press Mach less content himself to make it like

Into the privatist recess Th' ideas and the images which lic

Of her imperceptible litileness! In his own fancy or his memory.

V have land to read her smallest hand, No, he before his light must place

And well begun her decpell sense to understand! The natural and living face ;

Mischief and true dishonour fall on those The real objcct muít command

Who would to laughter or to scorn expose Euch judgment of his eye and motion of his hand. So virtuous and fo noble a delign,

So human for its use, for knowledge so divine. From these and all long errors of the way,

The things which these proud men despise, and call In which our wandering predecessors went,

Impertinent, and vain, and small, And, like th' old Hebrews, many years did stray,

Thote smallest things of nature let me know, In deferts but of small extent,

Rather than all their greatest actions do! Bacon, like Moses, lcd us forth at lait :

Whoever would deposed Truth advance The barren wilderness he past;

Into the throne ufurp'd from it, Did on the very border itand

Must fcel at first the blows of Ignorance, Of the blest promis'd land;

And the sharp points of envious Wit. And from the mountain's top of his exalted wit,

So, when, by various turns of the celestial dance, Saw it himself, and shew'd us it.

In many thousand years it life did never to one man allow

A star, so long unknown, appears, Time to discover worlds and conquer too;

Though heaven itself more beauteous by Nor can fo fhort a line sufficient be

grow, To fathom the vait depths of Nature's fea.

It troubles and alarms the world below; The work he did we ought t' admire;

Does to the wife a flar, to fools a meteor, show. And were unjust if we should more require From his few years, divided ’twixt th' excess With courage and success you the bold work of bow affliction and high happiness:

begin; For who on things remote can fix his fight,

Your cradle has not idle beon : That's always in a triumph or a fight?

None e'er, but Hercules and you, would be

At tive years age worthy a history. From

you, great champions! we exped to get and ne'er did Fortune better yet These spacious countries, but discover'd yct; Th' historian to the story fit:

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As you from all old errors free

There are seven, eight, nine-stay-chere are And purge the body of Philosophy;

behind So from all modern follies he

Ten plays at least, which wait but for a wind, Has vindicated Eloquence and Wit.

And the glad news that we the enemy miss; His candid style like a clear stream does Nide, And those are all your own, if you spare this. And his bright fancy, all the way,

Some are but new trimm'd up, others quite new; Does like the sun-fhine in it play ;

Some by known shipwrights built, and others too It does, like Thames, the best of rivers! glide. By that great author made, whoe'er he be, Where the God does not rudely overturn,

That styles himself “ Person of Quality;" But gently pour, the crystal urn,

All these, if we miscarry here to-day, And with judicious hand does the whole current Will rather till they rot in th' harbour stay; guide:

Nay, they will back again, though they were
'T has all the beauties Nature can impart,
And all the comely dress, without the paint, of Ev'n to their last fafe roadi, the tyring-room.

Therefore again I say, if you be wise,
Let this for once pafs free; let it suffice
That we, your sovereign power here to avow,
Thus humbly, ere we pass, Irike fail to you.







has run,

STAY, gentlemen; what I have said was all SIR FRANCIS DRAKE'S SHIP, But forc'd submission, which I now recall

Ye're all but pirates now again; for here

Does the true sovereign of the feas appear,

The sovereign of these narrow seas of wit;

"Tis his own Thames; he knows and governs it.

'Tis his dominion and domain; as he 'O this great thip, which round the globe Pleases, 'tis either shut to us, or free.

Not only, if his passport we obtain, And match'd in race the chariot of the sun,

We fear no little rovers of the main: This Pythagorean ship (for it may claim

But, if our Neptune his calm visage show,
Without presumption so deserv'd a name,

No waye shall dare to rise or wind to blow.
By knowledge once, and transformation now)
lo her new shape, this facred port allow.
Drake and his ship could not have wish'd from Face
A more bleft ftation, or more bleit eftate;

For lo! a seat of endless reft is given
To her in Oxford, and to him in heaven.


Hæret lateri lethalis arundo."-VIRG.

AVE often with'd to love; what shall I do?


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Which coast about, to all they meet with foes, And I a double talk must bear,
And upon which nought can be got but blows, First to wooe him, and then a mistress too.
The merchant-ships so niuch their passage doubt, Come at last and strike, for shame,
That, though full-freighted, none dares venture If thou art any thing besides a name ;

l'll think thee else no God to be, And trade decays, and scarcity ensues:

But poets rather Gods, who first created thee. Just so the timorous wits of late refute,

I ask not one in whom all beauties Though laded, to put forth upon the stage,


Let me but love, whate'er she be,
Affrighted by the critics of this age.

She cannot seem desorm'd to me;
It is a party numerous, watchful, bold;
They can from nought, which fails in fight, And I would have her seem to others fo.

Desire takes wings and strait does fly,
Nor do their cheap, though mortal, thonder spare; It stays not dully to enquire the Why.
They shoot, alas! with wind-guns charg'd with air.

That happy thing, a lover, grown, But ycı, gentlemen-critics of Argier,

I shall not sce with others' eyes, scarce with mine For your own interest I'd advise ye here, To let this little forlorn-hope go by

If the be coy, and scorn my noble fire;
Safe and untouch'd, “ That must not be" If her chill heart I cannot move;
(you'll cry.)

Why I'll enjoy the very love,
If ye be wise, it must; I'll tell you why. And make a mistress of my own defire.





Flames their most vigorous heat do hold,

I am thy llave then; let me know, And purest light, if compass'd round with cold: Hard master! the great task I have to do :

So, when iharp winter means most harm, Who pride and scorn do undergo. The springing plants are by the snow itself kept in tempelts and rough seas thy galleys row;

They pant, and groan, and ligh; but find

Their sighs increase the angry wind.
But do not touch my heart, and so begone;
Strike deep thy burning arrows in !

Like an Egyptian tyrant, some
Lukewarmncis I account a fin,

Thou wearielt out in building but a tomb ;
As great in love as in religion.

Others, with sad and tedious art,
Come arm'd with flames; for I would prove Labour i'th' quarries of a flony heart :
All the extremities of mighty Love.

of all the works thou dost affign, Th' excess of heat is but a fable;

To all the several flaves of thine,
We know the torrid zone is now sound habitable. Employ me, mighty Love! to dig the mine.
Among the woods and forests thou art found,

There boars and Lions thou doft tame;
Is not my heart a nobler game?

Let Venus, men; and beasts Diana wound !
Thou dost the birds thy subjects make;

me Thy nimble feathers do their wings o’ertake: From loving and enjoying thee?

Thou all the spring their fongs dolt hear; Thou canst not those exceptions make,
Make me love too, I'll fing to thee all the year! Which vulyar, fordid mortals take
What service can mute fishes do to thee?

That my fate's too mean and low;

"Twere pity I fvuld love thee fo, Yet against them thy dart prevails,

If that dull cause could hinder me
Piercing the armour of their scales;

In loving and enjoying thee.
And till thy fea-born mother lives i' th' saa.
Dost thou deny only to me

It does not me a whit difplease,
The no-great privilege of captivity ?

That the rich all honours seize : I beg or challenge here thy bow;



all titles make your own, Either thy pity to me, or else thine anger, show. Are valiant, learned, wise, alone :

But, if you claim o'er women too Come! or l'll teach the world to scorn that bow :

The power which over men ye do; I'll teach them thousand wholesomc arts

If you alone must lovers be ;
Both to resist and cure thy darts,

For that, Sirs, you must pardon me.
More than thy skilful Ovid e'er did know.
Music of lighs thou shalt not hear,

Rather than lose what does so near
Nor drink one wretched lover's tasteful tear: Concern my life and being here,
Nay, unless soon thou woundeit me,

I'll some such crooked ways invent,
My verses shall not only wound, but murder, thee. As you, or your forefathers, went :

I'll fatter or oppose the king,
Turn Puritan, or any thing;

Ili force my mind to arts to new :

Grow rich, and love as well as you.

But rather thus let me remain, CAME, I saw, and was undone ;

As man in paradise did reign;

When perfect love did so agree run;

With innocence and poverty, A pointed pain pierc'd deep my heart;

Adain did no jointure give; A swift cold trembling seiz'd on every part;

Himself was joindure to his Eve : My head turn'd round, nor could it bear

Untouch'd with avarice yet, or pride, The poison that was enter'd there.

The rib came freely back this lide. So a destroying-angel's breath

A curse upon the man who taught Blows-in the plague, and with it hasty death :

Women, that love was to be bought; Such was the pain, vid so begin,

Rather doat only on your gold, To the poor wretch, when Legion enter'd in.

And that with greedy avarice hold, * Forgive me, God!" I cry'd; “fur I

For, if wo:n:n too submit « Flatter'd myself I was to die.”

To that, and stil herself for it, But quickly to my coft I found,

Fond lover! you a mistret have 'Twas cruel Love, not Death, had made the of her that's but

your felk w-flave. wound;

What should those poets mean of old, Death a more generous rage does use;

That made their God to wooe in gold? Quarter to all he conquers does refus: :

Of all men, sure, they had no cause Whill Love with barbarous mercy faves

To bind love to such cultly laws; The vanquilh'd lives, to make them llaves.


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And yet I scarcely blame them now;

In vain did Nature bid eriem ftuy', For who, alas! would not allow,

When Orpheus had his song begunThat women should such gifts receive,

They call'd their wondering roots away, Could they, as he, be what they give.

And bade them filent to him run.

How would those learned trees have follow'd you! li huu, my dear, thyself mouldst prize,

You would have drawn them and their poet too. Alas! what value would suihce?

But who can blame them now? for, since you're The Spaniard could not do't, though he Should to both Indies jointure thee.

gone, Thy beauties therefore wrong will take,

They're here the only fair, and shine alone :

You did their natural rights invade ; is the u shouldst any bargain maku; To give all, will befit thee well;

Wherever you did walk or fit,

The thickelt boughs could make no fhade, But not at under-rates to foll.

Although the sun had granted it : Beitow thy beauty then on me,

The faireft flowers could please no more, near you, Freely, as naiure gave 't to thee;

Than painted flowers, set next to them, could do. 'Tis an exploded popish thought

Whene'er then you come hither, that shall be To think that heaven may be bought.

The time, which this to others is, to me. Prayers, hymns, and praises, are the way,

The little joys which here are now, And those my thankful Muse shall pay :

The name of punishments do bear; Thy body, in my versc enthrin'd,

When by their fight they let us know Shall grow inimortal as thy mind.

How we depriv'd of greater are : I'll fix thy title next in fame

'Tis you the best of feasons with you bring; To Sacharissa's well-fung name.

This is for beasts, and that for men, the Spring
So faithfully will I declare
What all thy wond'rous bcauties are,
That when, at the last great aliize,
All women shall together sise,
Men itrait shall cast their eyes on thee,
And know at first that thou art ihc.

HILST what I write I do not see,


Ah, foolish Muse! which doft so high aspire,

And know'st her judgment well,

Eow much it does thy power excel, THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must Yet dar'lt be icad by, thy jult doom, the fire. say

Alas! thou think'it thyself secure, The trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay, Because thy form is innocent and pure : sis ever they were wont to be;

Like hypocrites, which scem unfpotted here; Nay, the birds' rural music too

But, when they fadly come to die, Is as melodious and as free,

And the last fire their truth must try, As if they sung to pleasure you :

Scrawlid o'er like thee, and blottc,, they appear. I saw a rose-bud ope this morn-I'll swear The bluthing morning open'd not more fair.

Go then, but reverently go,

And, since thou needs must fin, confess it too : How could it be so fair, and you away? Confess 't, and with humility clothe thy shame; How could the trees be beauteous, flowers fo gay? For thou, who elle must burned be Could they remember but last year,

An heretic, is die pardon thce,
How you did them, they you, delight, May'st like a martyr then enjoy the flame.
The sprouting leaves which saw you here,

But, if her wisdom grow severe,
And callid their fellows to the fight,
Would, looking round for the same fight in vain, if her large mercies cruelly’it restrain;

And fufier not her goodness to he there;
Creep back into their silenc barks again.

Be not discourag'd, but require Where'er you walkid, trees were as reverend made,

A more gentle ordeal fire, As when of old Gods dwelt in every fhade,

And bid her by Love's flames read it again. Is 't pofiible they should not know,

Strange power of heat! thou yet dost show What loss of honour they sustain,

like winter-earth, naked or cloath'd with snow. That thus they smile and flourish row, But as, the quickening fun approaching ncar, And still their former pride retain ?

The plants arise up by degrees; Dull creatures ! 'tis not without cause that she, A sudden paint adorns the trees, Who fied the God of Wit, was made a trec. And all kind Nature's characters appear. In ancient times, sure, they much wiser were, So, nothing yet in thee is seen ; When they rejoic'd the Thracian verse to hcar; But, when a genial hcat warms thee within,

v , poetry.


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