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Glorice lata Via.
Though life be short, and man doth, as the sun,
His journey finish in a little space,
And great the glories of a virtuous race,
Nor can night's shadow, or the Stygian deep,
eye; The more oppress'd, the more she strives to peep,
And raise her rose-bound golden head on high : When epicures, the wretch, and worldly slave, Shall rot in shame, alive and in the grave.
Nec in una sede morantur.
The awful sceptre, though it can compel
By powerful might great'st monarchs to obey, Love where he listeth liketh best to dwell,
And take abroad his fortune as he may:
Ne might, or gold, can win him thence away, Whereto he is through strong affection led, Be it a palace, or the simplest shed.
But, Venus' infant! dread of all beneath!
Imperious fear from my sweet saint remove, And with thy soft ambrosial kisses breathe
Into her bosom meek and mildest love
With melting pity from thy queen above: That she may read, and oft remember this, And learn to love, who most beloved is.
Ad generosissimum et opt. spei juvenem Nobilen
D. C. M. in Italiam nuperrime profectum.
The Spartan virgins, ere they had compos'd
Their garlands of the fairest flowers to sight, The wholesom'st herbs they herewithal inclos'd,
And so their heads full jollily they dight, In memory of that same leach, they write, Who first brought simples, and their use to light.
So ye, brave lord, who like the heavenly sphere
Delight in motion, and about to roam, Must learn to mix in travel far and near
With pleasure profit, that, returning home, Your skill and judgment more may make you
known Than your French suit, or lock so largely grown.
For who's he, that's not ravish'd with delight
Far countries, courts, and cities strange to see? To have old Rome presented to his sight,
Troy walls, or Virgil's sweet Parthenope? Yet nothing worth, unless ye herewith find The fruits of skill, and bettering of your mind.
Rura mihi et Silentium.
[From 11 stanzas.] Wert thou thy life at liberty to choose,
And, as thy birth, so, hadst thy being free, The city thou should'st bid adieu, my Muse,
And from her streets, as her infection flee;
Where chaos and confusion we see
Thy solitary Academe should be
Some shady grove upon the Thames' fair side; Such as we may near princely Richmond see,
Or where along doth silver Severn slide,
Or Avon courts fair Flora in her pride. There shouldst thou sit at long-desired rest, And think thyself above a monarch blest.
There might'st thou sing thy sweet Creator's praise,
And turn at quiet o’er some holy book,
Or tune the accent of thy harmless lays
Unto the murmur of the gentle brook,
Whiles round about thy greedy eye doth look, Observing wonders in some flower by, This bent, that leaf, this worm, that butterfly.
Or, wouldst thoú music to delight thine ear,
Step but aside unto the neighbour spring, Thou shalt a thousand wing'd musicians hear,
Each praising in his kind the heavenly king.
Here Philomel doth her shrill treble sing; The trush a tenor ; off a little space, Some mateless dove doth murmur out the base.
Nor princes' richest arras may compare
While thousand colours in a night are blown:
Here's a light crimson, there a deeper one, A maiden's blush, here purples, there a white, Then all commingled for our more delight.
Withal, as in some rare limn’d book, we find
Here painted lectures of God's sacred will: The daisy teacheth lowliness of mind,
The camomile, we should be patient still,
The rue, our hate of vice's poison ill, The woodbine, that we should our friendship
hold, Our hope the savory in the bitterest cold.
Yet, love the city, as the kindly nurse
Of all good arts, and fair civility; , Where, though with good be intermixt the worse,
That most disturb our sweet tranquillity,
Content thyself, till thine ability
The Author's Conclusion.
[From 23 stanzas.] As then the sky was calm and fair,
The winds did cease, and clouds were fled,
bed : At whose approach the harlot' strew
Both mead and mountain with her flowers, While Zephyr sweetest odours threw
About the fields and leavy bowers.
1“ Flora, sometime a famous harlot Rome, and after “ goddess of flowers.”