VII. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23. How foon hath Time, the fubtle thief of youth, It shall be still in ftrictest measure even To that fame lot, however mean or high, 5 10 Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-master's eye. VIII. When the affault was intended to the City. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenfeless doors may feize, If deed of honor 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 such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and feas, Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms. 5 Lift Lift not thy fpear against the Mufes' bower: To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. To a virtuous young Lady. Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth The better part with Mary and with Ruth To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, green, 10 5 10 And hope that reaps not fhame. Therefore be fure Thou, when the bridegroom with his feaftful friends Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night, Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wife and pure. X. To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President And left them both, more in himself content, Till fad the breaking of that Parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Charonea, fatal to liberty, 5 Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days XI. 10 On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, Stand fpelling falfe, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Thofe rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek, That would have made Quintilian ftare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and king Edward Greek. XII. On XII. On the fame. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs Which after held the fun and moon in fee. That bawl for freedom in their fenfelefs mood, And still revolt when truth would fet them free. 10 For who loves that must first be wife and good; XIII. To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs. Harry, whofe tuneful and well-measur'd fong To after-age thou shalt be writ the man, That with fmooth air could'st humour beft our tongue. Thou Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing XIV. On the religious memory of ΤΟ Mrs. CATHARINE THOMSON, my chriftian friend, Deceas'd 16 Decem. 1646. When faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy juft foul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst refign this earthly load 5 Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth fever. Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor Stay'd not behind, nor in the grave were trod: But, as faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow'd thee up to joy and blifs for ever.. Love led them on, and faith, who knew them best, Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew fo drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. VOL. XII. N XV. To |