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An universal consternation :
THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural.
Of his Mistress bathing.
As she at first took me:
The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass :
My name engrav’d herein
Which, ever since that charm, hath been
Donne. THEIR conceits were sentiments fight and trifling.
On an inconftant woman : He enjoys the calmy sunshine now,
And no breath stirring hears, In the clear heaven of thy brow,
No smallest cloud appears.
-He sees thee gentle, fair and gay,
Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire :
Nothing yet in thee is seen,
Here buds an L, and there a B,
Here spouts a V, and there a T,
As they fought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allusions were to things high or low, elegant or gross : whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little.
Phyfick and Chirurgery for a Lover.
That pain muft needs be very much,
Cordials of pity give me now,
The World and a Clock.
Thro' all the turns of matter's maze did trace ;
A coal-pit has not often found its poet ; but, that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun:
The moderate value of our guilıless ore
Death, a Voyage :
THEIR thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly absurd, and such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding.
A Lover neither dead nor alive :
Ah, sottilh soul, said I,
Fool, to that body to return
A Lover's heart, a hand grenado:
Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self fame room;
Of both our broken hearts :
Shall out of both one new one make :
The poetical Propagation of Light:
At every glance a constellation flics,
In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament:
Then from their beams their jewels' lustres rise :
THEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of dress, and therefore miss the notice and the praise which are often gained by those who think less, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts.
That a Mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expressed : Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand, Than woman can be plac'd by Nature's hand; And I must needs, I'm sure, a loser be, To change thee as thou’rt there, for very thee.
. That prayer and labour should co-operate, are thus taught by Donne : In none but us are such mix'd engines found, As hands of double office; for the ground We till with them; and them to heaven we raise; Who prayerless labours, or, without this, prays, Doth but one half, that's none.
By the same author, a common topick, the danger of procrastination, is thus illustrated :
That which I should have begun In my youth's inorning, now late must be done ; * And I, as giddy travellers must do, Which stray or sleep all day, and having lost Light and strength, dark and tir'd, must then ride poft.
All that man has to do is to live and die; the sum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines :
· Think in how poor a prison thou didst lie;
After enabled but to suck and cry,