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El. B. By hoarie Nereus wrinoled looke,

Now my taske is smoothly done,
And the Carpathian wizards hooke,

I can flye, or I can run 2 Bro. By scalie Tritons windinge shell,

Quickly to the earthe's greene end,
And ould sooth-saying Glaucus spell, Where the bow'd welkin slow doeth bend,
EI. B. By Lewcotheas lovely hands,

And from thence can soare as sooue
And her sonne that rules the strands,

To the corners of the Moone. 2 Bro. By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feete,

Mortalls, that would follow me,
And the songs of Sirens sweete,

Love vertue; she alone is free:
El. B. By dead Parthenopes deare tombe,

She can teach you how to clyme
And fayer Ligeas golden combe,

Higher than the sphearie chime !
Wherewith she sitts on diamond rocks, Or if vertue feeble were,
Sleekinge her soft allureinge locks,

Heven it selfe would stoope to her. * Dem. By all the nimphes of nightly daunce,

Vpon thy streames with wilie glaunce, | The Epilogue, in this manuscript, has not the
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head,

thirty-six preceding lines, which are in the From thy corall paven bed,

printed copies. Twenty of them, however, as And bridle in thy headlonge wave,

we have seen, open the drama. Like the Till thou our summons answered have,

Cambridge manuscript, this manuscript does Listen, and save.

not exhibit what, in the printed copies, relates

to Adonis, and to Cupid and Psyche. The four The invocations, assigned to the Brothers in the

charming verses also, which follow v. 983 in preceding lines, are recited by the Spirit alone the printed copy, are not in the manuscript. in all other copies of the poem. It is probable,

TODD. that at Ludlow Castle, this part of the poem was sung; the four first lines perhaps as a trio; the rest by each performer separately.

SONNETS. Ver. 893. Thick set with agate, and the azur'd

sheepe.

Shakespeare has the “azır'd vault,” Tempest,
A. v. S. i. And Greene, the “azur'd skye.

TO THE NIGHTINGALE. Never too late, 1616, P. ii. p. 46. But Milton's own word is azurn. See the Note on Com. | O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray v. 893.

Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still ; Ver. 897. Thus I rest my printles feete .

Thou with fresh bope the lover's heart dost fill, Ore the couslips head.

While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Ver. 907. Of vnblest inchaunters vile,

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, Ver. 911. Thus I sprinkle on this brest,

Pirst heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
STAGE-DIRECTION after v. 937. “ Songe ends." | Portend success in love; O, if Jove's will
Ver. 938. El. Br. Come, Sister, while Heav'n' Have link'd that amorous power tu thy soft lay,
lends vs grace,

Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Let vs fly this cursed place, &c.

Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; Dem. I sbal be your faithfull guide

As thou from year to year hast sung too late Through this gloomie covert wide, &c. For my relief, yet hadst no reason why :. Ver. 951. All the swaynes that neere abide,

Whether the Muse, or Love,call thee his mate, With jiggs and rural daunce resorte;

Both them I serve, and of their train am I. Wee shall catch them at this sporte, &c.

II. El. B. Come, let vs hast, the starrs are high,

But night sitts monarch vet in the Donna leggiadra, il cui bel nome honora · mid skye,

L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco; The Spirit again is the sole speaker of the nine Bene è colui d'ogni valore scarco teen preceding lines in the printed copy.

Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora; STAGE-DIRECTION. “ The Sceane changes, then / Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora is presented Ludlowe towne, anil the Presi.

De sui atti soayi giamai parco, dent's Castle; then come in Countrie daunces

Ei don', che son d'amor saette ed arco, and the like, &c. towards the end of these sports

La onde l'alta tua virtu s'infiora. the demon with the 2 brothers and the ladye Quando tu vaga parli, o lieta canti come in." Then

Che mover possa duro alpestre legno,

Guardi ciascun a gli occhi, ed a gli orecek " The Spiritt singes,”

L'entrata, chi di te si trouva jodegno;
Back, shepheards, back, &c.

Gratia sola di su gli vaglia, inanti

Che'l disio amoraso al cuor s'invecchi,
Then " 2 Songe presents them to their father
and mother.”
Noble Lord, and Lady bright, &c.

Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera
STAGE-DIRECTION after y. 975. They daunce, L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
the daunces al ended, the Demon singes or Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella

Che mal si spande a disusata spera

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Faor di sua natia alma primavera,

| L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante, Cosi Amor meco insù la lingua snella

De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, duono; Desta il fior novo di strania favella,

Quando rugge il gran mondo, e scocca il tuono," Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altera,

S'arma di se, e d'intero diamante : Canto, dal mio buon popol non inteso

Tanto del forse, e d'invidia sicuro, E'l bel Tarigi cangio col bel Arno.

Di tiinori, e speranze, al popol use, Amor lo volse, ed io a l'altrui peso

Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.

E di cetta sonora, e delle muse : Deh! foss'il mio cuor lento e'l duro seno

Sol troverete in tal parte men duro, A chi pianta dal ciel si buon terreno.

Ove Amor mise l'insanabil ago.

VII.
CANZONE.

ON HIS BEING ARRİVED TO THE AGE OP 23. RIDOnsi donne e giovani amorosi

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, M'accostandosi attorno, e perche scrivi,

Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota e straga

My hasting days fly on with full career, Verseggiando d' amor, e come tosi?

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana,

Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, E de pensieri lo miglior t'arrivi;

That I to manhood am arriv'd so near; Cosi mi van burlando, altri rivi

And inward ripeness doth much less appear, Altri lidi t'aspettan, ed altre onde

That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th. Nelle cui verdi sponde

Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma

It shall be still in strictest measure even L'immortal guiderdon d' eterne frondi

To that same lot, however mean or high, Perche alle spalle tue soverchia soma ?

Toward which Time leads me, and the Will of Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi

All is, if I hare grace to use it so, (Heaven : Dice mia Donna, e'l suo dir, é il mio cuore

As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. Questa e lingua di cui si vanta Amore.

VIII.

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WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE

CITY.

Diodati, e te'l dirò con maraviglia,

Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar soléa
E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridea

Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia.
Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia

M'abbaglian sì, ma sotto nova idea
Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea,

Portamenti alti honesti, e nelle ciglia
Quel sereno fulgor d'amabil nero,

Parole adorne di lingua piu d'una,

E'l cantar che di mezzo l'hemispero
Traviar ben puo la faticosa Luna,

E degli occhi suoi auventa si gran fuoco
Che l'incerar gli orecchi mi fia poco,

CAPTAIN, or colonel, or knight in arms, (seize,

Whose chance on these defenceless doors may
If deed of honour did thee ever please, [harms.
Guard them, and him within protect from
He can requite thee; for he knows the charins

That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and

seas,
Whatever clime the Sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses bower :

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare

The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground : and the repeated air

Of sad Electra's poet had the power
To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.

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Per certo i bei vostr'occhi, Donna mia

Esser non puo che non sian lo mio sole
Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole.

Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne sentì pria)

Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Che forse amanti nelle lor parole

Chiaman sospir; io non so che si sia:
Parte rinchiusa, e turbida si cela

Scosso mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco

Quivi d' attorno o s'agghiaccia, o singiela;
Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco

Tutte le potti a me suol far piovose .
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rose.

TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.
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

VI.

GIovane piano, e semplicette amante

Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voj del mio cuor l'humil dono
Farò divoto; io certo a prove tante,

pure.

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X.

XII.
TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY.

L' ON THE SAME.

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs DAUGHTER to that good earl, once president

By the known rules of ancient liberty, Of England's council and her treasury,

1 When straight a barbarous noise environs me Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,

Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs: And left them both, more in himself content,

| As when those binds that were transformd to Till sad the breaking of that parliament

frogs Broke him, as that dishonest victory

Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny, At Chæronea, fatal to liberty,

Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.

But this is got by casting pearl to bogs; Though later born than to have known the days, I That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, Wherein your father flourish'd, yet by you,

And still revolt when truth would set then Madam, methinks, I see him living yet ;

free. So well your words his noble virtues praise,

Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ; That all both judge you to relate them trve, For who loves that, must first be wise and good; And to possess them, honourd Margaret.

But from that mark how far they rove we see,

For all this waste of wealth, and loos of blood.
XI.

XIII.
ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON
MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES. .

TO MR. H. LAWES ON THE PUBLISRING IN

AIRS.
A BOOK was writ of late called Tetrachordon,
And woven close, both matter, form, and style; HARRY, whose tuneful and well measur'd song
The subject new : it walk'd the town awhile, First taught our English music how to span
Numbering good intellects; now seldom pord W ords with just note and accent, not to scan
. on.

With Midas ears, committing short and long; Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the A title page is this! and some in file

throng, Stand spelling false, while one might walk to With praise enough for Envy to look wan; Mile

(Gordon, To after age thou shalt be writ the man, Evd Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than That with smooth air could'st humour best our Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?

tongue.

[wing Those rugged names to our like mouths grow Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend ber sleek,

[gasp. ! To honour thee, the priest of Phebus' quire, That would have made Quintilian stare and That tun'st their bappiest lines in hymn or Thy age, like ours, O soul of sir John Cheek,

story.. Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, | Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higber • When thou taught'st Cambridge, and king Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing Edward, Greek.

Met in the milder shades of Purgatory. Ver. 1. Daughter to that good earl,] She was

XIV. the daughter of sir James Ley, whose singular ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS. CATHElearning and abilities raised him through all the

RINE THOMSON', my Christian friend, great posts of the law, till he came to be made

deceased 16 Decemb. 1646. earl of Malborough, and lord higà treasurer, and lord president of the council to king James When Faith and Love, which parted from thee 1. He died in an advanced age; and Milton at- 1

never, tributes his death to the breaking of the parlia- Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, ment, and it is true that the parliament was Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

issolved the 10th of March 1628-9, and he died | Of death, call'd life, which us from Life doth on the 14th of the same month. He left seve

sever. ral sons and daughters; and the lady Margaret was married to captain Hobson of the Isle of of whom Milton calls,a Serving-man turned Solo Wight. It appears from the accounts of Mil- licitor! Our author's divorce was on Platonic ton's life, that in 1643 he used frequently to vi-l principles. He held, that disagreement of mind sit this lady and her husband; about which was a better cause of separation than adultery or time we may suppose this sonnet to have been frigidity. Here was a fair opening for the laughcomposed.

ers. This and the following Sonnet were written Ver. 1. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachor. soon after 1645. For this doctrine Milton was don,] This elaborate discussion, unworthy in summoned before the Lords. But they not apmany respects of Milton, and in which much proving his accusers, the presbyterian clergy, or acuteness of argument, and comprehension of thinking the business too speculative, he was reading, were idly thrown away, was received quickly dismissed. On this occasion Milton with cuptempt, or rather ridicule, as we learn commenced hostilities against the Presbytefrom Howel's Letters. A better proof that it rians. was treated with neglect, is, that it was attacked 'Mrs. Catherine Thomson,] I find in the acby two nameless and obscure writers ouly; one counts of Milton's life, that, when he was first

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Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endea- | Whether to settle peace, or to unfold vour,

1 The drift of hollow states hard to be spellid; Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; Then to advise how war may, best upheld, But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever. In all her equipage : besides to know Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best Both spiritual power and civil, what each Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple

means, beams

What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,

have done: And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes | The bounds of either sword to thee we owe: Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans rest,

In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son. And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

XVIII.

ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT.
TO THE LORD GENERAL PAIRFAX. Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose

bones Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains co'd; rings,

Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,

When all our fathers worshipt stocks and • And all her jealous monarchs with amaze

stones, And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings; | Forget not: in thy book record their groans Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings

Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Victory home, though new rebellions raise

Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rull'd Their Hydra hcads, and the false North dis Mother with infant down the rocks. The plays

moans Her broken league to imp their serpent-wings. The vales redoubled to the hills, and they O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,

To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes (For what can war, but endless war still breed?) |

SOW Till truth and right from violence be freed,

O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth swa; And public faith cleard from the shameful brand The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed,

| A hundred fold, who, having learn'd thy way, While avarice and rapine share the land.

Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
· XVI.

XIX.
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.

• ON HIS BLINDNESS,
CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a
cloud

When I consider how my light is spent Not of war only, but detractions rude,

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

And that one talent which is death to bide, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more

plough'd, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud To serve therewith my Maker, and present. Hast rear's God's trophies, and his work pur My true account, lest he, returning, chide; sued,

[imbrued, “ Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?" While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent

And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, | That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much re “Either man's work, or his own gifts; who mains

best To conquer still; peace hath her victories Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best : his No less renown'd than war: new foes arise

state Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,

Help us to save free conscience from the paw And post o'er land and ocean without rest; Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw. They also serve who only stand and wait.” XVII.

XX.

bent

TO SIR AENRY VANE, THE YOUNGER.

TO MR. LAWRENCE. VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old, | LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Than whom a better senator ne'er held

Now that the fields are dank, and ways are The helm of Rorne, when gowns, not arms, re

mire, The fierce Epirot and the African bold; [pellid Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire

Help waste a sullen day, what may be won made Latin secretary, he lodged at one Thomson's next door to the Bull-head tavern at Char Ver. 1. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous ing-Cross. This Mrs. Thomson was in all pro- son, &c.] The virtuous father Henry Lawrence, bability one of that family. NEWTON, was member for Herefordshire in the Little Par

taint

From the hard season gaining? Time will run | Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire

The conscience, friend, to have lost them The frozen Earth, and clothe in fresh attire I overplied

The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. In liberty's defence, my noble task, What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, of which all Europe rings from side to side, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may This thought might lead me through the rise

world's vain mask To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice | Content though blind, had I no better guide. Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare

XXIII.
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.
XXL

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint

Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, TO CYRIACK SKINNER',

Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,

(faint. CYRIACK, whose grandsire, on the royal bench Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and Of British Themis, with no mean applause Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-Dea Pronounc'd, and in his volumes taught, our laws,

Purification in the old Law did save, Which others at their bar so often wrench; And such, as yet once more I trust to have To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,

In mirth that, after, no repenting draws; Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause,

Her face was veil'd; yet to my fancied sight And what the Swede intends, and what the Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd French.

So clear, as in no face with more delight. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know But O, as to embrace me she inclin'd, Toward solid good what leads the nearest I wak'd; she fled; and day brought back my way;

night, For other things mild Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show,

That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. | ORIGINAL VARIOUS. READINGS OF THE SONNETS,

FROM THE CAMBRIDGE MS.
XXII.

Sonn. vii.
. TO THE SAME.

Title. “On his dore when the Citty expected on CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though assault.” Then, as at present; with an addition clear

of the date 1642, afterwards expunged. To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

Ver. 3. If ever deed of honour did thee please. Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; As in the edit. 1645. The present reading oC.

Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear curs first in the edit. 1673. Of Sun, or Moon, or star, throughout the year, This sonnet is written in a female hand. Only Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not

the title, now prefix'd to it, is written by Milton Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer

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liainent which began in 1653, and was active in! Title. “ To a Lady." setting the protectorate of Cromwell. In con Ver. 7. And at thy blooming vertue fret their sequence of his services, he was made president

spleen. of Cromwell's council; where he appears to have Ver. 13. Opens the dore of blissę that hour of signed many severe and arbitrary decrees, not

night, only against the royalists, but the Brownists, All in Milton's own hand-writing. fifth-monarchy men, and other sectarists. He continued high in favour with Richard Cromwell.

SonN. X. Henry Lawrence, the virtuous son, is the author of a work entitled Of our Communion and

Title, as printed in this edition. Warre with Angels, &c. Printed Anno Dom. 1646. 49, 139 pages.

Sonn. xi. The dedication is “To my Most deare and Most honoured Mother, the Title, as printed in this edition. lady Lawrence.” He is perhaps the same Ver. 1. I writt a book of late callid Tetrao Henry Lawrence, who printed A Vindication

chordon, of the Scriptures and Christian Ordinances,

And weav'd it close, both matter, form, 1649. Lond. 4o. .

and style : Son of William Skipner, esq. and grandson of

It went off well about the town awbile, sir Vincent Skinner ; and his mother was Bridget,

Numbering good wils, but now is sel. one of the daughters of the famous sir Edward

dom por'd op. Coke, lord chief justice of the King's Bench. Ver. 10. Those barbarous names,

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