That pain must needs be very much, For I too weak of purgings grow, The World and a Clock. COWLEY. Mahol, th' inferior world's fantastic face, COWLEY. A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun: The moderate value of our guiltless ore Makes no man atheift, and no woman whore ; Had he our pits, the Perfian would admire The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun. No family Ere rigg'd a foul for heaven's difcovery, With whom more venturers might boldly dare DONNE. Their thoughts and expreffions were fometimes grofsly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding. A Lover neither dead nor alive: Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed foul to a strange somewhere fied: Ah, fottifh foul, faid I, When back to its cage again I faw it fly: Fool to refume her broken chain ! And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death fhould a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou fhouldft come to live it o'er again in me? A Lover's heart, a hand grenado. COWLEY. Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room, 'Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazin. Then fhall Love keep the afhes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts: Shall out of both one new one make; From her's th' allay, from mine, the metal take. The poetical Propagation of Light: COWLEY. The Prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall, D 2 And And fowes the court with ftars, and doth prevent Then from their beams their jewels luftres rife; DONNE. THEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs, and therefore mifs the notice and the praife which are often gained by those, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That a miftrefs beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed : Thou in my fancy doft much higher ftand, To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee. That prayer and labour fhould co-operate, are thus taught by Donne : In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found, As hands of double office; for the ground We till with them; and them to heaven we raise; Both but one half, that's none. By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated: That which I should have begun. In my youth's morning, now late muft be done; Which flray or fleep all day, and having loft Light and ftrength, dark and tir'd muft then ride poft. All that man has to do is to live and die; the fum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines: Think in how poor a prifon thou didst lie; After enabled but to fuck and cry. Think, when 'twas grown to moft, 'twas a poor inn, A province pack'd up in two yards of fkin, And freely flies: this to thy foul allow, Think thy fhell broke, think thy foul hatch'd but now. THEY were fometimes indelicate and difgufting. Cowley thus apoftrophifes beauty: -Thou tyrant, which leav'ft no man free! Thou subtle thief, from whom nought fafe can be! Thou murtherer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which would't damn me. Thus he addreffes his Mistress: Thou who, in many a propriety, So truly art the fun to me, Add one more likenefs, which I'm fure you can, Thus he represents the meditations of a Lover: Such charms thy beauty wears as might Thou with ftrange adultery Doft in each breaft a brothel keep; Hither with cryftal vials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are love's wine, And try your mistrefs' tears at home; For all are false, that tafte not just like mine. D 3 Dor་"- This is yet more indelicate : As the fweet fweat of rofes in a still, As that which from chaf'd musk-cat's pores doth trill Such are the fweet drops of my miftrefs' breaft. DONNE THEIR expreffions fometimes raise horror, when they intend perhaps to be pathetic : As men in hell are from difcafes free, Free from their known formality: COWLEY. THEY were not always ftrictly curious, whether the opinions from which they drew their illuftrations were true; it was enough that they were popular Bacon remarks, that fome falfehoods are continued by tradition, becaufe they fupply commodious allufions. It gave a piteous groan, and fo it broke; In vain it fomething would have spoke : COWLEY. IN forming defcriptions, they looked out not for images, but for conceits. Night has been a common fubject, which poets have contended to adorn. Dryden's Night is well known; Donne's is as follows: Thou feeft me here at midnight, now all reft. Time's dead low-water; when all minds divefst To-morrow's bufinefs, when the labourers have Such reft in bed, that their laft church-yard grave, Subject to change, will fcarce be a type of this, Now when the client, whofe last hearing is To |