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When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,
UPON THE CIRCUMCISION.
Ye flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright,
Sore doth begin
His infancy to seize!
20 And that great covenant which we still transgress Entirely satisfied, And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, And seals obedience first with wounding smart 25 This day, but O ere long Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more near his heart. • Philip. ii. 7. In our translation, He made himself of no reputation, but Milton's expression, Emptied his glory, is nearer the original
AT A SOLEMN MUSIC.
BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Hear'n's joy,
ON THE MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER.
This rich marble doth inter
6. Concent; from the Italian concento, harmony.
14. Rev. vii. 9.
scale of notes in every key.
A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir,
26. Lucina, the goddess said by the ancients to be present
at births.--Atropos, one of the fates.
And those pearls of dew she wears,
SONG.-ON MAY MORNING.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
63. Syrian shepherdess, Rachel. See Gen. xxix. 9.
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
ON SHAKSPEARE. 1630. What needs my Shakspeare for his honour'd bones The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid Under a starry-sointing pyramid ? Dear son of Memory, great heir of Fame,
5 What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th’ shame of slow-endeavouring Art Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart 10 Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And so sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie,
15 That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER. Who sickened in the time of his vacancy, being forbid
to go to London by reason of the plague. HERE lies old Hobson ;* Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt, Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
# Hobson is reckoned among the most celebrated Cambridge characters. He was the first who set up an establishment for hack horses, and his resolution in obliging whoever came to hire to take the one which stood next him, gave birth to the well. known saying of Hobson's choice, this or none. He made a consjderable fortune, and there is a picture of him at Cambridge, for which a very considerable sum has been repeatedly offered and refused. When I was there, it was in the Norwich waggonoffice, to the walls of which I was told it belonged by an inalienable right,