FPISTLES. TO THE COUNTESS OF BEDFORD. ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY. THIS twilight of two years, not past, nor next, I sum the years and me, and find me not Debtor to the old, nor creditor to the new: That cannot say, my thanks I have forgot; Nor trust I this with hopes; and yet scarce true * This bravery is; since these times showed me you. In recompense I would show future times such. Verse embalms virtue; and tombs or thrones of rhymes Preserve frail transitory fame, as much * Var. -scarce true, This bravery is since these times showed me, you. Mine are short-lived; the tincture of your name Creates in them, but dissipates as fast, New spirit; for strong agents with the same Force, that doth warm and cherish us, do waste; So my verse, built of your just praise, might want And, made of miracle, now faith is scant, When all (as truth commands assent) confess I cannot tell them, nor myself, nor you, But leave, lest truth be endangered by my praise, And turn to God, who knows I think this true, And useth oft, when such a heart missays, He will best teach you, how you should lay out And clear those doubts; hide from you, and show you good, And so increase your appetite and food. O THE COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON. [ADAM, N to God's image, Eve to man's was made, Nor find we that God breathed a soul in her; nons will not church-functions you invade, Nor laws to civil office you prefer. ho vagrant transitory comets sees, Wonders because they 're rare; but a new star Whose motion with the firmament agrees, Is miracle; for there no new things are. In woman so perchance mild innocence As such a star the Magi led to view The manger-cradled infant, God below, By virtue's beams (by fame derived from you) May apt souls, and the worst may virtue know, If the world's age and death be argued well By the sun's fall, which now towards earth doth bend, Then we might fear that virtue, since she fell So low as woman, should be near her end. But she 's not stooped, but raised; exiled by men, She gilded us, but you are gold; and she Elixir-like, she makes not clean, but new. Though you a wife's and mother's name retain, 'Tis not as woman, for all are not so; But virtue, having made you virtue, is fain To adhere in these names, her and you to show. Else, being alike pure, we should neither see, So for our sakes you do low names abide. Taught by great constellations, (which, being framed Of the most stars, take low names Crab and Bull, When single planets by the gods are named) You covet not great names, of great things full. So you, as woman, one doth comprehend, * Far. vale. |