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Nick of time.
The Goblins “High characters,” cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
The Goblins. Epilogue.
MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612–1650.
He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
To gain or lose it all.” My Dear and only Love
And famous by my sword.8
SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615–1668.
Cooper's Hill. Line 165.
1 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
POPE: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53.
SHEFFIELD: Essay on Poetry.
NAPIER: Montrose and the Corenanters,
vol. ii. p. 566.
Scort : Legend of Montrose, chap. rů
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
The Sophy. A Tragedy. But whither am I strayed ? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.
On Mr. John Fletcher's Works.
RICHARD CRASHAW. Circa 1616–1630.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
Whoe'er she be,
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
Ibid. Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
Life that dares send
1 Poets are sultans, if they had their will ;
ORRERY : Prologues (according to Johnson).
Pope: Prologue to the Satires, line 197. 2 Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed). - Epigrammationa Sacra. Aquæ in vinum versa, p. 299.
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress.
In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health. The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can, — “Here lies a truly honest man!” Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton.
RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618–1658.
Oh, could you view the melody
Of every grace
And music of her face,
In her bright eye
Orpheus to Beasts.
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.
To Althea from Prison, ii.
1 See Browne, page 218.
The mind, the music breathing from her face. – BYRON: Bride of Aby. dos, canto i. stanza 6.
2 See Shakespeare, page 103.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
That for an hermitage;
And in my soul am free,
Enjoy such liberty. To Althea from Prison, io
ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618–1667.
What shall I do to be forever known,
The Motto. His time is forever, everywhere his place.
Friendship in Absence. We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poetry;
On the Death of Mr. William Harvey.
On the Death of Crashaw. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
From Anacreon, ij. Drinking. Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I ? Why, man of morals, tell me why?
1 For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Pope: Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303. Ibid. ii.
A mighty pain to love it is,
Is but a barb’rous skill;
The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.
Davideis. Book i. Line 25. When Israel was from bondage led,
Led by the Almighty's hand
From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled.
Line 41 An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.?
Book ii. Line 95. The monster London laugh at me.
Of Solitude, xi. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.
Ibid. vii. The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books.
The Garden, i. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.8
1 One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. - SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1.
2 Loose his beard and hoary hair
GRAY: The Bard, i. 2. 8 See Bacon, page 167.