In solemn troops, and sweet societies, Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, 180 185 190 II. SONNETS, 1642–1658. III. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. (Nov. 1642.) CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, Guard them, and him within protect from harms: The great Emathian conqueror bid spare Of sad Electra's poet had the power IV. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. (1644?) LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth G ΙΟ 5 Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues 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 sure, Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, Hast gain'd thy entrance, virgin wise and pure. V. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY. (1644?) DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days VI. ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY (1645.) A BOOK was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, IQ 5 ΙΟ 5 A title page is this!' and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, II When thou taught'st Cambridge, and King Edward Greek. VII. ON THE SAME. I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs When straight a barbarous noise environs me As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5 Which after held the sun and moon in fee. VIII. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON THE PUBLISHING HIS AIRS. (Feb. 9, 1645-6.) HARRY, whose tuneful and well measur'd song ΙΟ 5 With praise enough for Envy to look wan; To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air could'st humour best our tongue. Thou honour'st Verse, and Verse must lend her wing To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story. Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing, Met in the milder shades of Purgatory. IX. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF MRS. CATHARINE THOMSON, Deceased December 16, 1646. WHEN Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth sever. Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; ΤΟ 5 Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes X. TO MR. LAWRENCE. LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Help waste a sullen day; what may be won 5 |