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The tree of life, when it in Eden stood,
Nor will it thrive too everywhere:
Of temperance and innocence,
Any diseases passage find,
They must not think here to assail
Before they can prevail :
Scarce any plant is growing here,
Let cities boast, that they provide
-staj and shield] i. e. bread and physic; the former, to sustain man's life, and the latter, to guara it against disease and sickness.
Where does the wisdom and the power divine
Than when we with attention look
We all, like Moses, should espy
Upon the flowers of heaven we gaze ;
Though these perhaps do more, than they,
The life of mankind sway, 1-flowers of heaven--stars of earth] A poetical conversion, much to the taste of Mr. Cowley ; but the prettier and easier, because many plants and powers are of a radiate form, and are called stars, not in the poet's vocabulary only, but in that of the botanist and Aorist : as, on the other hand, the stars of heaven
- Blushing in bright diversities of day," as the poet says of the garden's bloomy bed, very naturally present themselves under the idea, and take the name, of flowers.
Although no part of mighty nature be
We nowhere art do so triumphant see,
As when it grafts or buds the tree : In other things we count it to excel, If it a docile scholar can appear To nature, and but imitate her well; It overrules, and is her master here, It imitates her Maker's power divine, And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine : It does, like grace, the fallen tree restore To its blest state of Paradise before : Who would not joy to see His conquering hand O’er all the vegetable world command? And the wild giants of the wood receive
What law He's pleased to give ? He bids th' ill-natured crab produce The gentler apple's winy juice;
The golden fruit, that worthy is
pear; He bids the rustic plum to rear
A noble trunk, and be a peach.
Now wonders at herself, to see
Methinks I see great Diocletian walk
T'entice him to a throne again.
—that worthy is Of Galatea's purple kiss] An idea, conceived, and expressed, in the best manner of Shakespeare.
If I, my friends (said he) should to you show
carry me away : And trust me not, my friends, if
I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I trod, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself almost