And this great Prince of knowledge is by Fate 20 25 Pace dully on, oft' tire, and often stay, 'Tis Nature's fault, who did thus partial grow, And her eftate of wit on one beftow: 30 Whilft we, like younger brothers, get at best Such is the man whom we require, the fame 35 40 42 TO THE BISHOP OF LINCOLN, UPON HIS ENLARGEMENT OUT OF THE TOWER. PARDON, my Lord! that I am come fo late My thoughts a while, like you, imprison'd lay; And none are heard, whilst all would speak aloud. When of your freedom men the news did hear, 5 ΙΟ 'Twas like the fpeech which from your lips does fall, As foon as it was heard it ravish'd all. So eloquent Tully did from exile come; 16 Thus long'd-for he return'd, and cherish'd Rome, Nor did your fate differ from his at all, For the whole world without a native home, But like a melting woman suffer'd he, He, who before outdid humanity : 25 Nor could his fp'rit conftant and stedfast prøve, That some straight envy'd your affiiction too: 30 35 40 In ills their bus'nefs and their glory find. So tho' less worthy stones are drown'd in night, 45 That would be more oppress'd than help'd by day. Fortune, henceforth, will more of Prov'dence have, And rather be your friend than be your slave. 54 TO A LADY WHO MADE POSIES FOR RINGS, I I. LITTLE thought the time would ever be That I fhould wit in dwarfish pofies fee. As all words in few letters live, To womankind epitomiz'd in you. II. If, as the Ancients did not doubt to sing, ΤΟ 'Tis faid that conj'rers have an art found out When we behold your magic here. You by your rings do pris'ners take, And chain them with your mystic spells, And the strong witchcraft full to make, Love, the great devil, charm'd to those circles dwells. IV. They who above do various circles find, 25 Say like a ring th' equator heav'n does bind. (Which then more heav'n than 'tis will be) 'Tis thou must write the posy there, For it wanteth one as yet, 30 Tho' the fun pass thro' it twice a-year, The fun who is esteem'd the god of wit. V. Happy the hands which wear thy facred rings, They'll teach thofe hands to write myfterious things. Let other rings, with jewels bright, Caft around their costly light, 35 Let them want no noble stone By Nature rich, and Art refin'd, Yet fhall thy rings give place to none, But only that which must thy marriage bind. TO SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT, UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT, finifhed before his voyage to America. METHINKS heroic poefy till now Like fome fantastic Fairy-land did show; 40 |