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El. B. By hoarie Nereus wrincled looke,
And the Carpathian wizards hooke,
2 Bro. By scalie Tritons windinge shell,
And ould sooth-saying Glaucus spell,
El. B. By Lewcotheas lovely hands,
And hersonne that rules the strands,
By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feete,
And the songs of Sirens sweete,
By dead Parthenopes deare tombe,
And fayer Ligeas golden combe,
Wherewith she sitts on diamond rocks,
Sleekinge her soft allureinge locks,
By all the mimphes of nightly daunce,
Vpon thy streames with wille glaunce,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head,
From thy corall paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlonge wave, .
Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen, and save. -

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The invocations, assigned to the Brothers in the receding lines, are recited by the Spirit alone in all other copies of the poem. It is probable, that at Ludlow Castle, this part of the poem was sung; the four first lines perhaps as a troo; the rest by each performer separately. Ver. 893. Thick set with agate, and the azur'd sheene. Shakespeare has the “azur'd vault,” Tempest, A. v. S. i. And Greene, the “atur'd skye.” Never too late, 1616, P. ii. p. 46. But Milton's own word is azurn. See the Note on Com. v. 893. Ver. 897. Thus I rest my printles feete Ore the couslips head. Ver, 907. Of vinblest inchaunters vile, Ver. 911. Thus I sprinkle on this brest. Stage-direction after v. 937. “Songe ends.” Ver. 938. El. Br. Come, Sister, while Heav'n lends vs grace, Let vs fly this cursed place, &c. Dem. I shal be your faithfull guide Through this gloomie covert wide, &c. Wer, 951. All the swaynes that neere abide, With jiggs and rural daunce resorte; Wee shall catch them at this sporte,

&c. El. B. Come, let vs hast, the starrs are high, But night sitts monarch yet in the mid skye, The Spirit again is the sole speaker of the nineteen preceding lines in the printed copy. Stage-direction. “The Sceane changes, then is presented Ludlowe towne, and the President's Castle; then come in Countrie daunces and the like, &c. towards the end of these sports the demon with the 2 brothers and the ladye come in.” Then

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Now my taskeis smoothly done,
I can flye, or I can run
Quickly to the earthe's greene end,
Where the bow’d welkin slow doeth bend,
And from thence can soare as soone
To the corners of the Moone.

Mortalls, that would follow me,
Love vertue; she alone is free :
She can teach you how to clyme
Higher than the sphearie chime!
Or if vertue feeble were,
Heven itselfe would stoope to her.

The Epilogue, in this manuscript, has not the thirty-six preceding lines, which are in the printed copies. Twenty of then, however, as we have seen, open the drama. Like the Cambridge manuscript, this manuscript does not exhibit what, in the printed copies, relates to Adonis, and to Cupid and Psyche. The four charming verses also, which follow v. 983 in the printed copy, are not in the *i;

SONNETS. I.

TO THE NIGHTING ALE.

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still:
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fin,
While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Portend success in love; O, if Jove's will
Have link'd that amorous power to thy softlar,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove migh;
As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why -
Whether the Muse, or Love, call thee his thate,
Both them I serve, and of their trainami.

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Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth [green,
Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fix’d, and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be
sure [friends
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, -
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and
pure.

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Daughter to that good earl, once president
Of England's council and her treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till sad the breaking of that parliament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty,
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.
Though later born than to have known the days,
Wherein your father flourish'd, yet by you,
Madam, methinks, I see him living yet ;
So well your words his noble virtues praise,
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honour'd Margaret.

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Ver. 1. Daughter to that good earl, She was the daughter of sir James Ley, whose singular learning and abilities raised him through all the great posts of the law, till he came to be made earl of Malborough, and lord higi, treasurer, and lord president of the council to king James I. He died in an advanced age; and Milton attributes his death to the breaking of the parliament; and it is true that the parliament was dissolved the 10th of March 1628–9, and he died on the 14th of the same month. He left several sons and daughters; and the lady Margaret was married to captain Hobson of the Isle of Wight. It appears from the accounts of Milton's life, that in 1643 he used frequently to visit this lady and her husband; about which time we may suppose this sonnet to have been composed. Ver. 1. A book was terit of late call'd Tetrachordon,] This elaborate discussion, unworthy in many respects of Milton, and in which much acuteness of argument, and comprehension of reading, were idly thrown away, was received with contempt, or rather ridicule, as we learn om Howel's Letters. A better proof that it was treated with neglect, is, that it was attacked

by two nameless and obscure writers ouly; one

XII. , , on THE SAME.

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When straight a barbarous noise environs me
Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs:
As when those hinds that were transform'd to
frogs -
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,
Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee.
But this is got by casting pearl to hogs;
That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
And still revolt when truth would set them
free.
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
For who loves that, must first be wise and good;
But from that mark how far they rove we see,
For alk this waste of wealth, and loos of blood.

XIII.

To M.R. H. LAWES ON THE PUBLISHING Biri Arrse

Harry, whose tuneful and well measur’d song
First taught our English music how to span
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas ears, committing short and long;
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the
throng, -
With praise enough for Envy to look wan;
To after age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air could'st humour bestour
tongue. o:
Thou honourst verse, and verse must lend her
To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire,
That tun'st their bappiest lines in hymn of
story. .
Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing
Met in the milder shades of Purgatory.

XIV. ON THE RELIGIOUs MEMORY of MRs. CATHE

RINE Thomson', my Christian friend, deceased 16 Decemb. 1646.

When Faith and Love, which parted from the never, Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth sever.

of whom Milton calls,a Serving-man turned Sk licitor : Our author's divorce was on Platonio principles. He held, that disagreement of mind was a better cause of separation than adultery of frigidity. Here was a fair opening for the laughers. This and the following Sonnet were written soon after 1645. For this doctrine Milton was summoned before the Iords. But they not aP. proving his accusers, the presbyterian clergy, * thinking the business too speculative, he was quickly dismissed. On this occasion Milton commenced hostilities against the Presbyterians. * Mrs. Catherine Thomson, I find in theat. counts of Milton's life, that, when he was first

Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endea-
vour,
Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod,
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on,and Faith, whoknew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple
beams
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes
Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee
rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

XV. TO THE LORD General FAir FAx.

FAIRFAx, whose name in arms through Europe
rings,
Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze
And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings;
Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Their Hydra heads, and the false North dis-
plays
Her broken league to imp their serpent-wings.
Oyet a nobler task awaits thy hand,
(For what can war,but endless war still breed?)
Till truth and right from violence be freed,
And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand
Of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed,
While avarice and rapine share the land.

. XVI. 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 plough'd, • And on the neck of crowned fortune proud Hast rear'd God’s trophies, and his work pursued, [imbrued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much remains To conquer still ; peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war: new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

XVII. To siR HENRY van E, THE YouNgER.

YANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
. The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, re-
The fierce Epirot and the African bold; [pell’d

made Latin secretary, he lodged at one Thomson's next door to the Bull-head tavern at Charing-Cross. This Mrs. Thomson was in all probability one of that family. NEHWTON,

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liament which began in 1653, and was active in settling the protectorate of Cromwell. In consequence of his services, he was made president of Cromwell's council; where he appears to have signed many severe and arbitrary decrees, not only against the royalists, but the Brownists, fifth-monarchy men, and other sectarists. He continued high in favour with Richard Cromwell. Henry Lawrence, the virtuous som, is the author of a work entitled Of our Communion and Warre with Angels, &c. Printed Anno Dom. 1646. 4°, 139 pages. The dedication is “To my Most deare and Most honoured Mother, the lady Lawrence.” He is perhaps the same Henry Lawrence, who printed A Vindication of the Scriptures and Christian Ordinances, 1649. Lond. 49. 'Son of William Skinner, esq. and grandson ef sir Vincent Skinner; and his mother was Bridget, one of the daughters of the famous sir Edward Coke, lord chief justice of the King's Bench.

Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask

Content though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII. on his deceased WIFE.

METhought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband
gave, o:
Rescu'd from death by force, theugh pale and
Mine, as whom wash’d from spot of child-bed
taint
Purification in the old Law did save,
“And such, as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil'd; yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O, as to embrace me she inclin'd,
I wak'd; she fled; and day brought backmy
night.

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Title. “To a Lady.” Ver, 7. And at thy blooming vertue fret their spleen. Ver. 13. Opens the dore of blisse that hour of night, All in Milton's own hand-writing. .

SoNN. x. Title, as printed in this edition. SoNN. xi.

Title, as printed in this edition. Ver. 1. I writt a book of late call'd Tetra" chordon, And weav'd it close, both matter,form, and style: It went off well about the town awbile, Numbering good wits, but now is seldom por’d on. Ver, 10. Those barbarvus names.

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