SUCKLING. MONTROSE. — DENHAM. Nick of time. 257 The Goblins "High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.1 The Goblins. Epilogue. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all." My Dear and only Love I'll make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword.3 Ibid. SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Cooper's Hill. Line 165. Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream 1 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Line 189. POPE: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53. SHEFFIELD: Essay on Poetry. 2 That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all. NAPIER: Montrose and the Covenanters, vol. ii.p p. 566. 8 I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. SCOTT: Legend of Montrose, chap. xv. 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 Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.1 On Mr. John Fletcher's Works. RICHARD CRASHAW. Circa 1616–1650. The conscious water saw its God and blushed.2 Epigram. Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me. And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend! Ibid. 2 Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed).- Epigrammationa Sacra. Aquæ in vinum versæ, p. 299. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames.2 To Althea from Prison, ii. Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. 1 See Browne, page 218. Ibid. 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, To Althea from Prison, iv 1618-1667. ABRAHAM COWLEY. 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, Wit, eloquence, and poetry; Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine. On the Death of Mr. William Harvey. His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, From Anacreon, ii. Drinking. Fill all the glasses there, for why 1 For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, Ibid. POPE: Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303. A mighty pain to love it is, Hope, of all ills that men endure, From Anacreon, vii. Gold. The Mistress. For Hope. The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand The great sea beheld and fled. Davideis. Book i. Line 25. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, The monster London laugh at me. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, The fairest garden in her looks, Line 41 Book ii. Line 95. Of Solitude, xi. Ibid. vii. The Garden, i. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 8 Ibid. ii. 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 Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. See Bacon, page 167. GRAY: The Bard, i. 2. |