So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, 175 180 185 Thus sang the uncouth swain to the caks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; SONNETS. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. 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 fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, 5 First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate 9 Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; 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 mate, ON HIS HAVING ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth 98 5 That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even IO To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. CAPTAIN, or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may If ever deed of honour did thee please, harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms 5 That call fame on such gentle acts as these, seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower: ΙΟ The great Emathian conqueror bid spare Went to the ground; and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, 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 fixed, and zealously attends 5 To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10 sure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Passes to bliss at the mid-hour of night, Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY. DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council and her Treasury, Who lived in both, unstained with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, 5 Killed with report that old man eloquent; Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father flourished, yet by you, 10 Madam, methinks I see him living yet: So well your words his noble virtues praise ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES. A BOOK was writ of late called Tetrachordon, And woven close, both matter, form, and style; Cries the stall-reader, ' Bless us! what a word on Stand spelling false, while one might walk to End Green. Why, is it harder, sirs, than Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek ΙΟ That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, |