Then let this truth reciprocally run, The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun. Death, a Voyage: No family Ere rigg'd a foul for heaven's difcovery, TH HEIR thoughts and expreffions were fometimes grofsly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding, A Lover neither dead nor alive: Then down I laid my head, I Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed foul to a ftrange fomewhere fled: Ah, fottifh foul, faid I, When back to its cage again I faw it fly: And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou houldft come to live it o'er again in me? COWLEY. A Lover's A Lover's heart, a hand grenado. Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room, "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts: Shall out of both one new one make; From her's th' allay; from mine, the metal take. COWLEY. The poetical Propagation of Light: The Prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall; Then from those wombs of stars, the Bride's bright eyes, At every glance a conftellation flies, And fowes the court with stars, and doth prevent In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament: First her eye kindles other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels luftres rife; And from their jewels torches do take fire, And all is warmth, and light, and good defire. DONNE. THEY THEY HEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of dress, and therefore mifs the notice and the praise which are often gained by thofe, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That a mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed: Thou in my fancy doft much higher ftand, Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand; And I must needs, I'm fure, a loser be, To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee. That prayer and labour fhould co-operate, are thus taught by Donne: In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found, Who prayerlefs labours, or without this, prays, By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated: -That which I fhould have begun In my youth's morning, now late must be done; Which stray or fleep all day, and having loft Light and strength, dark and tir'd must then ride poft. All that Man has to do is to live and die; the fum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines: Think in how poor a prison thou didst lie Think, when 'twas grown to most, 'twas a poor A province pack'd up in two yards of skin, VOL. 1. E THEY THEY were fometimes indelicate and difgufting. Cowley thus apoftrophifes beauty: -Thou tyrant, which leav'ft no man free! Thou fubtle thief, from whom nought fafe can be! Thou murtherer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which would'ft damn me. Thus he addreffes his Mistress: Thou who, in many a propriety, So truly art the fun to me, Add one more likenefs, which I'm fure you can, And let me and my fun beget a man. Thus he reprefents the meditations of a Lover: Though in thy thoughts fearce any tracts have been So much as of original fin, Such charms thy beauty wears as might Defires in dying confeft faints excite. Thou with ftrange adultery Doft in each breaft a brothel keep; The |