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And so attend ye toward her glittering state;
green Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me as I sing,
And touch the warbled string.
Nymphs and Shepherds dance no more
Trip no more in twilight ranks,
A better soyl shall give ye thanks.
Though Syrinx your Pans Mistress were,
Such a rural Queen
Anno ætatis 17.
On the Death of a fair Infant
dying of a Cough.
FAIREST flower no sooner blown but
Soft silken Primrose fading timelesie, Summers chief honour if thou hadît out-lasted, Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie; For he being amorous on that lovely die
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss But kill'd alas, and then bewayld his fatal bliss.
For since grim Aquilo his charioter
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
3. So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr, Through middle empire of the freezing aire He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr, There ended was his quest, there ceast his care. Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place.
But then transform’d him to a purple flower Alack that fo to change thee winter had no power.
5. Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed, Hid from the world in a low delved tombe; Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
Oh no? for something in thy face did shine Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.
6. Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest (If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear) Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest Whether above that high first-moving Spheare Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.)
Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight And why from us foquickly thou didst take thy flight.
7. Wert thou fome Starr which from the ruin'd roofe Of shak’t Olympus by mischance didst fall; Which carefull yove in natures true behoofe Took
up, and in fit place did reinstall? Or did of late earths Sonnes besiege the wall
Of Theenie Heav'n, and thou some goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head.
8. Or wert thou that just Maid who once before 50 Forsook the hated earth, O tell me footh And cam'ft again to visit us once more? Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth ! Or that crown’d Matron sage white-robed truth? Or any
other of that heav'nly brood [good. Let down in clowdie throne to do the world some
9. Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoast, Who having clad thy self in humane weed, To earth from thy præfixed seat didît poast, And after short abode flie back with speed, As if to Thew what creatures Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire.
But oh why didst thou not stay here below
To turn Swift-rushing black perdition hence,
away the slaughtering pestilence, To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart But thou canst best perform that office where thou
Then thou the mother of so sweet a child
This if thou do he will an off-spring give, That till the worlds last-end shall make thy name
Anno Ætatis 19.
At a Vacation Exercise in the Colledge,
part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.
AIL native Language, that by sinews weak
before : Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask, That now I use thee in my latter talk :