On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out-Confufion worse confounded.

Here lies a fhe fun, and a he moon here,
She gives the beft light to his fphere,
Or each is both, and all, and fo

They unto one another nothing owe.

DONNE.

Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope?

Though God be our true glass through which
we fee

All, fince the being of all things is he,
Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive
Things in proportion fit, by perfpective
Deeds of good men; for by their living here,
Virtues, indeed remote, feem to be near.

Who would imagine it poffible that in a very few lines fo many remote ideas could be brought together?

Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve,

Why this reprieve?

Why

Why doth my fhe advowfon fly

Incumbency?

To fell thyself dost thou intend
By candle's end,

And hold the contraft thus in doubt,
Life's taper out?

Think but how foon the market fails,
Your fex lives fafter than the males;
And if to measure age's fpan,

The fober Julian were th' account of man,

Whilft you live by the fleet Gregorian.

CLEIVELAND.

OF enormous and difgufting hyperboles, thefe may be examples:

By every wind that comes this way,

Send me at least a figh or two,

Such and fo many I'll repay

As fhall themselves make winds to get to you.

In tears I'll waste these eyes,

By Love fo vainly fed;

COWLEY.

So luft of old the Deluge punished.

COWLEY.

All arm'd in brass the richest drefs of war, (A difinal glorious fight) he fhone afar.

The

The fun himself started with fudden fright,
To fee his beams return fo difmal bright.

COWLEY.

An univerfal confternation:

His bloody eyes he hurls round, his fharp paws Tear up the ground; then runs he wild about, Lashing his angry tail and roaring out.

Beafts creep into their dens, and tremble there; Trees, though no wind is ftirring, shake with

fear;

Silence and horror fill the place around;

Echo itself dares scarce repeat the sound.

COWLEY.

THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural.

Of his Mistress bathing.

The fish around her crowded, as they do
To the false light that treacherous fishes fhew,
And all with as much ease might taken be,

As fhe at first took me :

For ne'er did light so clear

Among the waves appear,

Though every night the fun himself fet there.

COWLEY.

The

The poetical effect of a lover's name upon

glafs:

My name engrav'd herein

Doth contribute my firmness to this glafs; Which, ever fince that charm, hath been As hard as that which grav'd it was.

DONNE.

THEIR conceits were fentiments flight and trifling.

On an inconftant woman:

He enjoys the calmy funfhine now,
And no breath ftirring hears,
In the clear heaven of thy brow,
No fmalleft cloud appears.

He fees thee gentle, fair and gay,

And trufts the faithlefs April of thy May.

COWLEY.

Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire:

Nothing yet in thee is feen,

But when a genial heat warms thee within,

A new

A new-born wood of various lines there grows;
Here buds an L, and there a B,

Here spouts a V, and there a T,
And all the flourishing letters ftand in rows.

COWLEY.

As they fought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allufions. were to things high or low, elegant or grofs; whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little.

Phyfick and Chirurgery for a Lover.

Gently, ah gently, madam, touch

The wound, which you yourself have made;

That pain muft needs be very much,

Which makes me of your hand afraid.

Cordials of pity give me now,

For I too weak of purgings grow.

COWLEY.

The World and a Clock.

Mahol, th' inferior world's fantastic face,
Thro' all the turns of matter's maze did trace;
Great Nature's well-fet clock in pieces took;
On all the springs and smallest wheels did look

Of