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The måze of fools, thou shalt no treasure spend,
The Acidalian queen amidst thy bays
Shall twine her myrtles, grant thee pleasant days; With walls and ports encircle Neptune's shore ; She did make clear thy house, and, with her light, To new-found worlds thy feets make hold their of churlish stars put back the dismal spight; course,
The Hymenean bed fair brood shall grace, And find of Canada the unknown source ;
Which on the Earth continue shall their race;
GRzat Atlas' nephew shall the works of peace, Of thine estate, but errouss in the same,
The springs of plenty, tillage, trade, increase ; By harmless justice, graciously reform;
And arts, in time's gulphs lost, again restore Delighting more in calm than roaring storm, To their perfection; nay, tind many more, Thou shalt govern in peace, as did thy sire;
More perfect artists : Cyclops in their forge Keep safe thine own, and kingdoms new acquire
Shall mould those brazen Typhons, which disgorgo Beyond Alcides' pillars, and those bounds
From their hard bowels metal, flame, and smoke,
Wheel, where in spacious gires the fume doth range;
The world's vast chambers doth the sound rebound;
The Stygian porter leaveth off to bark, Son of the lion ! thou of loathsome bands
Black Jove, appallid, doth shroud him in the dark; Shalt free the Earth, and whate'er thee with. Many a Typhis, in adventures tossid,
By new-found skill shall many a maiden coast stands
With thy sail-winged Argoses find out,
Which, like the Sun, shall run the Earth about; To Truth and Justice whilst thou trophies rears,
And far beyond his paths score wavy ways, Armies shall fall dismay'd with panic fears.
To Cathay's lands by Hyperborean seas; As when Aurora in sky's azure lists
He shall endue thee, both in peace and war, Makes shadows vanish, doth disperse the mists,
With 'wisdom, which than strength is better far; And in a twinkling with her opal light
Wealth, honour, arms, and arts shall grace thy states: Night's horrours checketh, putting stars to flight:
Thus Heavens ordain, so do decree the Fates. More to infame thee to this noble task, To thee he here resigns his sword and casque. A wall of flying castles, armed pines, Shall bridge thy sea; like Heaven with steel that | how the fair queen with the golden maids, shines
The sun of night, thy happy fortunes aids ! To aid Earth's tenants by foul yokes opprest, Though turban'd princes for a badge her wear, And fill with fears the great king the west: To them she wains, to thee would full appear; To thee already Victory displays
Her hand-maid Thetis daily walks the round Her garlands twind with olive, oak, and bays; About thy Delos, that no force it wound; Thy triumphs finish shall all old debates :
Then when thou left'st it, and abroad didst stray, Thus Heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates. Dear pilgrim, she did strew with Aowers thy way;
And, turning foreign force and counsel vain,
Thy guard and guide return'd thee home again; SUN.
To thee she kingdoms, years, bliss did divine,
Quailing Medusa's grim snakes with her shine. Wealth, wisdom, glory, pleasure, stoutest hearts,
Beneath thy reign Discord (fell mischief's forge, Religion, laws, Hyperion imparts
The bane of people, state and kingdom's scourge,) To thy just reign, which shall far, far surpass
Pale Envy (with the cockatrice's eye,
Which seeing kills, but seen doth forth with die,)
Malice, Deceit, Rebellion, Impudence, So darken shall the lustre of these days:
Beyond the Garamants shall pack them hence, For in fair Virtue's zodiac thou shalt ron, And in the Heaven of worthies be the Sun.
With every monster that thy glory hates :
Thus Heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates.
That heretofore to thy heroic mind
O do not think it strange: times were not come, Why should not he, since of more pure a frame,
But, wretch! what wish I? to the winds 1 send When on this northern region thou shouldst lend These plaints and pray'rs: Destinies cannot lend Thy cheerful presence, and, charg'd with renown,
Thee more of time, por Heavens consent will thos Set on thy brows the Caledonian crown.
Thou leave their starry world to dwell with us; Thy virtues now thy just desire shall grace,
Yet shall they not thee keep amidst their spheres Stern chance shall change, and to desert give place. Without these lamentations and tears. Let this be known to all the Fates admit
Thou wast all virtue, courtesy, and worth ; To their grave counsel, and to every wit
And, as Sun's light is in the Moon set forth, That courts Heaven's inside: this let Sybils know, World's supreme excellence in thce did shine: And those mad Corybants who dance and glow Nor, though eclipsed now, shalt thou decline, On Dindimus' high tops with frantic fire :
But in our memories live, wbile dolphins streams Let this be knowu to all Apollo's choir,
Shall haunt, while eaglets stare on Titan's beams, And people: let it not be hid from you,
Whilst sways upon their crystal tombs shall sing, What mountains noise, and floods proclaim as true. Whilst violets with purple paint the spring. Wherever fame abroad his praise shall ring, A gentler shepherd Blocks did never feed All shall observe, and serve this blessed king.
On Albion's bills, nur sing to oaten reed.
While what she found in thee my Muse would blaze, The end of king Charles's entertainment Grief doth distract her, and cut short thy praise. at Fdinburgh, 1633.
How oft haye we, environ'd by the throng
Some Chloris' name grav'o in each virgin tree;
And, finding favours fading, the next day
What we had carv'd we did deface away. ON THE DEATH OF SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER. Woful remembrance! Nor time nor place
Of thy abodement shadows any trace; In sweetest prime and blooming of bis age, But there to mc thou shin'st: late glad desires, Dear Alcon, ravish'd from this mortal stage, And ye once roses, how are ye turn'd briars! The shepherds mourn'd, as they bim lov'd before. Contentments passed, and of pleasures chief, Among the rout, bim Idmon did deplore;
Now are ye frightful horrours, hells of grief! Idmon, who, whether Sun in east did rise,
When from thy native soil love had thee driven, Or dive in west, pour'd torrents from his eyes (Thy safe return prefigurating) a Hearen Of liquid crystal; under hawthorn shade,
Of flattering hopes did in my fancy move;
The populous city holds him, amongst barms
Shall him approaching know, and first be blest Before the fields with golden ears it crown; With his aspect; I first shall hear his voice, Nor doth the verdánt fruits the gardener pull; Him find the same he parted, and rejoice But thou art cropt before thy years were full. To learn his passed perils; know the sports
With thee, sweet youth! the glories of our fields of foreign shepherds, fawns, and fairy courts. Vanish away, and what contentments yields. No pleasure like the fields, an happy state The lakes their silver look, the woods their shades, | The swains enjoy, secure from what they hate : The springs their crystal want, their verdure meads, Free of proud cares they innocently spend The years their early seasons, cheerful days; The day, nor do black thoughts their ease offend; Hills gloomy stand, now desolate of rays:
Wise Nature's darlings, they live in the world Their amorous wbispers zephyrs not us bring, Perplexing not themselves how it is burl'd. Nor do air's choristers salute the spring;
These hillocks Phæbus loves, Ceres these plains, The freezing winds our gardens do deflow'r. These shades the Sylvans; and here Pales strains Ah Destinies, and you whom skies embow'r, Milk in the pails; the maids which hauut the springs To his fair spoils his spright again yet give, Dance on these pastures; here Amintas sings: And, like another phenix, make him live! (stems, | Hesperian gardens, Tempe's shades, are here, The herbs, though cut, sprout fragrant from their Or what the eastern Inde and west hold dear. And make with crimson blush our anadems : Come then, dear youth! the wood-nymphs twine The Sun, when in the west he doth decline,
thee boughs Heaven's brightest tapers at his funerals shine ; With rose and lily to impale thy brows,” His face, when wash'd in the Atlantic seas, Thus ignorant I mus'd, not conscious yet Revives, and cheers the welkin with new rays: Of what by Death was done, and ruthless Pate:
Amidst these trances Fame thy loss doth sound, Phil. Learn I pray this, like to thee,
And say, I love as I do me.
For I 'm split on beauty's shelf.
All good hath left this age, all tracks of shame: To me a sacred altar, and a tomb
Mercy is banished, and pity dead; To famous Alcon. Here, as days, months, years
Justice, from whence it came, to Hear'n is filed; Do circling glide, I sacrifice will tears;
Religion, maim'd, is thought an idle name. Here spend my remnant time, exil'd from mirth,
Faith to distrust and malice hath giv'n place; Till Death at last turn monarch of my earth.
Envy, with poison'd teeth, hath friendship torn; Shepherds on Forth, and you by Doven rocks,
Renowned knowledge is a despis'd scorn; Which use to sing and sport, and keep your flocks, Now evil't is, all evil not t' embrace. Pay tribute here of tears! ye never had
There is no life, save under servile bands; To aggravate your moans a cause more sad:
To make desert a vassal to their crimes, And to-their sorrows bither bring your mands,
Ambition with avarice joins hands : Charged with sweetest flow'rs, and with pure hands;
O ever shameful, o most shameless times ! Fair nymphs, the blushing hyacinth and rose
Save that Sun's light we see, of good here tell, Spread on the place his relics doth enclose;
This Earth we court so much were very Hell. Weave garlands to his inemory, and put Over his hearse a verse in cypress cut: Virtue did die, goodness but harm did give, After the noble Alcon ceas'd to live:
Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Friendship an earthquake suffer’d; losing him
Is this the justice which on Earth we find?
Is this that firm decree which all doth bind?
And they who thee, poor idol virtue! love,
Ply like a feather toss'd by storm and wind.
Or why should pride bumility make thrall,
And injuries the innocent oppress?
Heav'ns! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time PHILLIS AND DAMON.
When good may have, as well as bad, their prime,
Who do in good delight,
That sov'reign justice ever doth reward;
And though sometime it smite,
Yet it doth them regard :
For ov'n amidst their grief
They find a strong relief,
And death itself can work them no despite.
And do in it grow old,
In midst of mirth are charg'd with sin's annoy,
Which is in conscience scroll'd;
And when their life's frail thread is cut by time, Pall. Like to what, dear shepherd, say?
They punishment find equal to each crime.
And I shall not ask again;
Look how in May the rose,
At sulphur's azure fumes,
In a short space her crimson blush doth lose,
And, all amaz'd, a pallid white assumes.
So time our best consumes,
Makes youth and beauty pass, Dam. Like to thee, fair cruel May,
And what was pride turns horrour in our glass.
BUILDING NEAR THE STATUE OF MEDEA.
Now Daphnis' arms did grow
Which like gold waves did flow,
In leafy twigs was stretched in the air; That is Medea ! there
The grace of either foot
Transform'd was to a root;
A tender bark enwraps her body fair.
Sore wailing stood, and from his blubber'd eyne What other may'st thou hope for, what desire,
Did show'rs of tears-upon the rind distil,
Which, water'd thus, did bud and turn more green.
THE BEAR OF LOVE.
IN woods and desert bounds
A beast abroad doth roam; Of sleeping Mars put on the horrid arms;
So loving sweetness and the honey-comb, Where gazing in a glass
It doth despise the arms of bees and wounds: To see what thing she was,
I, by like pleasure led,
Whilst therewith I am fed,
And how those eyes afflict and wound my heart.
THE BOAR'S HEAD.
FIVE SONNETS FOR GALATEA.
Amidst a pleasant green
Strepton, in vain thou bring'st thy rhymes and songs, The head of a wild boar hung on a tree :
Deck'd with grave Pindar's old and wither'd flow'rs; And, driven by Zephyrs' breath,
In rain thou count'st the fair Europa's wrongs, Did fall, and wound the lovely youth beneath ;
And her whom Jove deceir'd in golden show'rs. On whom yet scarce appears
Thou hast slept never under myrtle's shed; So much of blood as Venus' eyes shed tears.
Or, if that passion hath thy soul oppress'd, But, ever as she wept, her anthem was,
It is but for some Grecian mistress dead, “ Change, cruel change, alas!
Of such old sighs thou dost discharge thy breast; My Adon, whilst thou liv’d, was by thee slain ;
How can true love with fables hold a place? Now dead, this lover must thou kill again?” Thou who with fables dost set forth thy love,
Thy love a pretty fable veeds must prove:
O no! thou learn'st thy love in lovers' books.
II. ASCALAPHUS, tell me,
No more with candid words infect mine ears; So may night's curtain long time cover thee, Tell me no more bow that you pine in anguish; So ivy ever may
When sound you sleep, no more say that you lanFrom irksome light keep thy chamber and bed ;
guish; And, in Moon's liv'ry clad,
No more in sweet despite say you spend tears. So may'st thou scorn the choristers of day
Who hath such hollow eyes as not to see, When plaining thou dost stay
How those that are hair-brain'd boast of Apollo, Near to the sacred window of my dear,
And bold give out the Muses do them follow, Dost ever thou her hear
Though in love's library, yet no lovers be. To wake, and steal swift hours from drowsy sleep? | If we, poor souls! least favour but them show, And, when she wakes, doth e'er a stolen sigh creep That straight in wanton lines abroad is blaz'd; Into thy listening ear?
Their names doth soar on our fame's overthrow; If that deaf god doth yet her careless keep, Mark'd is our lightness, whilst their wits are prais'd. In louder notes my grief with thine express, In silent thoughts who can no secret cover, Till by thy shrieks she think on my distress. He may, say we, but not well, be a lover.
TO THAUMANTIA, SINGING,
Is it not too, too much
Thou late didst to me prove
A basilisk of love,
And didst my wits bewitch ?
Unless, to cause more harm, When you accuse our chastity's best part,
Made syren too thou with thy voice me charmi Nam'd cruelty, ye seem not half too wise;
Ah ! though thou so my reason didst controul, Yea, ye yourselves it deem most worthy praise,
That to thy looks I could not prore a mole;
Yet do me not that wrong,
UPON A GLASS.
Where love bis wealth doth show,
But take this glass, and thy fair hair behold.
If whiteness thou wouldst see more white than snow, And watchful eyes drive out in dewy moans,
And read on wonder's book, And, when the Sun brings to the world his light, Take but this glass, and on thy forehead look. To waste the day in tears and bitter groans;
Wouldst thou in winter see a crimson rose, If it be love, to dim weak reason's beam
Whose thorns do hurt each heart? With clouds of strange desire, and make the mind Look but in glass how thy sweet lips do close. Io hellish agonies a Hear'n to dream,
Wouldst thou see planets which all good impart, Still seeking comforts where but griefs we find; Or meteors divine ? If it be love, to stain with wanton thought
But take this glass, and gaze upon thine eyne. A spotless chastity, and make it try
No-planets, rose, snow, gold, cannot compare More furious flames than his whose cunning wrought with you, dear eyes, lips, brows, and amber hair! That brazen bull, where he intomb'd did fry; Then sure is love the causer of such woes, Be ye our lovers, or our mortal foes.
OF A BEE.
As an audacious knight,
Come with some foe to fight,
So this proud bee, at home perhaps a king,
Did buzzing fly about,
O champion strange as stout !
Who hast by nature found
OF THE SAME.
O do not kill that bee
That thus hath wounded thee!
Sweet, it was no despite,
He deemed them a rose.
What wouldst thou further crave?
He wanting wit, and blinded with delight, Brother to death, in silent darkness born,
Would fain have kiss'd, but mad with joy did bite,
OF A KISS.
Ah! of that cruel bee
I found that both they hurt and sweeten'd me:
Tbis by the sting they have,
Couldst thou at once both please and wound myheart? VOL V.