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Traviar ben puo la faticofa Luna,
ER certo i bei voftr'occhi, Donna mia
Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poco
IOVANE piano, e femplicetto amante
De penfieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ;
Tanto del forfe, e d' invidia ficuro,
Di timori, é fperanze al popol ufe Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, E di cetra fonora, e delle mufe:
Sol troverete in tal parte men duro
Ove amor mife l'infanabil ago.
OW foon hath time the futtle theef of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth yeer!
My hasting dayes flie on with full career, But my late spring no bud or bloffom fhew'th. Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near,
And inward ripenes doth much less appear, That som more timely-happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow,
It shall be still in ftrictest measure eev'n, To that fame lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task Masters eye.
APTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whofe chance on these defenceless dores may sease,
If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms,
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call Fame on fuch gentle acts as these, And he can spred thy Name o're Lands and Seas, What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses Bowre,
The great Emathian Conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when Temple and Towre Went to the ground: And the repeated air
Of fad Electra's Poet had the
To fave th' Athenian Walls from ruine bare.
ADY that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wifely haft fhun'd the broad way and the
And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth, Chosen thou hast, and they that overween, And at thy growing vertues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fixt and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, And Hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be
fure [friends Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastfull Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night,
Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure.
AUGHTER to that good Earl, once President Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee. And left them both, more in himself content, Till the fad breaking of that Parlament Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Charonea, fatal to liberty
Kill'd with report that Old man eloquent, Though later born, then to have known the dayes Wherin Father flourisht, yet by you,
Madam, me thinks I fee him living yet; So well your words his noble vertues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to poffefs them, Honour'd Margaret.
BOOK was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov❜n close, both matter, form and stile; The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while, Numbring good intellects; now feldom por❜d on. Cries the ftall-reader, blefs us! what a word on
A title page is this! and fome in file
Stand spelling fals, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder Sirs then Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? [fleek Those rugged names to our like mouths grow That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not Learning wors then Toad or Afp; When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and King Edward Greek.
XII. On the fame.
DID but prompt the
age to quit their cloggs By the known rules of antient libertie, When strait a barbarous noise environs me Of Owles and Cuckoes, Affes, Apes and Doggs. As when thofe Hinds that were transform'd to Raild at Latona's twin-born progenie [Froggs Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. But this is got by cafting Pearl to Hoggs; That bawle for freedom in their fenceless mood, And still revolt when truth would fet them free. Licence they mean when they cry libertie; For who loves that, must first be wife and good; But from that mark how far they roave we fee For all this waft of wealth, and loss of blood.
XIII. To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.
ARRY whose tuneful and well measur❜d Song
First taught our English Musick how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas Ears, committing short and long; Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan; To after age thou fhalt be writ the man,