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<P>POEMS OF Mr. <HI>John Milton,</HI> BOTH ENGLISH and LATIN, Compos'd at &s;everal times.</P>
<P>Printed by his true Copies.</P>
<P>The SONGS were &s;et in Mu&s;ick by Mr. HENRY LAWES Gentleman of the KINGS Chappel, and one of His MAIESTIES Private Mu&s;ick.</P>
<Q><L>&mdash;Baccare frontem</L>
<L>Cingite, ne vati noceat mala lingua futuro,</L>
<BIBL>Virgil, Eclog. 7.</BIBL></Q>
<P>Printed and publi&s;h'd according to ORDER.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>Ruth Raworth</HI> for <HI>Humphrey Mo&s;eley,</HI> and are to be &s;old at the &s;igne of the Princes Arms in S. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard. 1645.</P>
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<P><FIGURE>
<P>Melpomene.</P>
<P>Erato.</P>
<P>IOANNIS MILTONI ANGLI EFFIGIES ANNO AETATIS viGe&s;s: Pri:</P>
<P>Urania.</P>
<P>Clio.</P>
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<BIBL>W. M. &s;culp</BIBL></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD><PB REF="3">
THE STATIONER TO THE READER.</HEAD>
<P>_IT is not any pri|vate re&s;pect of gain, Gentle <HI>Reader,</HI> for the &s;lighte&s;t Pamphlet is now adayes more vendible then the Works of learnede&s;t men; but it is the love I have to our own Language that hath made me diligent to collect, and &s;et forth
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&s;uch <HI>Peeces</HI> both in Pro&s;e and Vers, as may renew the wonted honour and e&s;teem of our Engli&s;h tongue: and it's the worth of the&s;e both Engli&s;h and Latin <HI>Poems,</HI> not the flouri&s;h of any prefixed <HI>encomions</HI> that can invite thee to buy them, though the&s;e are not without the highe&s;t Commendati|ons and Applau&s;e of the learned&s;t <HI>Academicks,</HI> both dome&s;tick and forrein: And amongst tho&s;e of our own Countrey, the unpa|rallel'd atte&s;tation of that renown|ed Provost of <HI>Eaton,</HI> Sir <HI>Henry Wootton:</HI> I know not thy palat how it reli&s;hes &s;uch dainties, nor how harmonious thy
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&s;oul is; perhaps more trivial Airs may plea&s;e thee better. But how&s;oever thy opinion is &s;pent upon the&s;e, that incouragement I have already received from the mo&s;t in|genious men in their clear and courteous entertainment of Mr. <HI>Wallers</HI> late choice Peeces, hath once more made me adven|ture into the World, pre&s;enting it with the&s;e ever-green, and not to be bla&s;ted Laurels. The Authors more peculiar excellency in the&s;e &s;tudies, was too well known to con|ceal his Papers, or to keep me from attempting to &s;ollicit them from him. Let the event guide it &s;elf which way it will, I &s;hall de|&s;erve
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of the age, by bringing into the Light as true a Birth, as the Mu&s;es have brought forth &s;ince our famous <HI>Spencer</HI> wrote; who&s;e Poems in the&s;e Engli&s;h ones are as rarely imitated, as &s;weetly excell'd. Reader if thou art Eagle-eied to cen&s;ure their worth, I am not fearful to expo&s;e them to thy exacte&s;t peru&s;al.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Thine to command HUMPH. MOSELEY.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="1" REF="5">
<HEAD>On the morning of CHRISTS Nativity. Compos'd 1629.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>THis is the Month, and this the happy morn</L>
<L>Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,</L>
<L>Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,</L>
<L>Our great redemption from above did bring;</L>
<L>For &s;o the holy &s;ages once did &s;ing,</L>
<L>That he our deadly forfeit &s;hould relea&s;e,</L>
<L>And with his Father work us a perpetual peace,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>That glorious Form, that Light un&s;ufferable,</L>
<L>And that &s;ar-beaming blaze of Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table,</L>
<L>To &s;it the mid&s;t of Trinal Unity,</L>
<L>He laid a&s;ide; and here with us to be,</L>
<L>For&s;ook the Courts of everla&s;ting Day,</L>
<L>And cho&s;e with us a dark&s;om Hou&s;e of mortal Clay,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB N="2" REF="6">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Say Heav'nly Mu&s;e, &s;hall not thy &s;acred vein</L>
<L>Afford a pre&s;ent to the Infant God?</L>
<L>Ha&s;t thou no vers, no hymn, or &s;olemn &s;trein,</L>
<L>To welcom him to this his new abode,</L>
<L>Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod,</L>
<L>Hath took no print of the approching light,</L>
<L>And all the &s;pangled ho&s;t keep watch in &s;quadrons bright?</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>See how from far upon the Ea&s;tern rode</L>
<L>The Star-led Wi&s;ards ha&s;te with odours &s;weet:</L>
<L>O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,</L>
<L>And lay it lowly at his ble&s;&s;ed feet;</L>
<L>Have thou the honour fir&s;t, thy Lord to greet,</L>
<L>And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire,</L>
<L>From out his &s;ecret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Hymn.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>IT was the Winter wilde,</L>
<L>While the Heav'n-born-childe,</L>
<L>All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies&punc;</L>
<L>Nature in aw to him</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="6">
Had doff't her gawdy trim,</L>
<L>With her great Ma&s;ter &s;o to &s;ympathize&punc;</L>
<L>It was no &s;ea&s;on then for her</L>
<L>To wanton with the Sun her lu&s;ty Paramour.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Onely with &s;peeches fair</L>
<L>She woo's the gentle Air</L>
<L>To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow&punc;</L>
<L>And on her naked &s;hame,</L>
<L>Pollute with &s;infull blame,</L>
<L>The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,</L>
<L>Confounded, that her Makers eyes</L>
<L>Should look &s;o neer upon her foul deformities.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>But he her fears to cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Sent down the meek-eyd Peace,</L>
<L>She crown'd with Olive green, came &s;oftly &s;liding</L>
<L>Down through the turning &s;phear</L>
<L>His ready Harbinger,</L>
<L>With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,</L>
<L>And waving wide her mirtle wand,</L>
<L>She &s;trikes a univer&s;all Peace through Sea and Land.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>No War, or Battails &s;ound</L>
<L>Was heard the World around:</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="7">
The idle &s;pear and &s;hield were high up hung&punc;</L>
<L>The hooked Chariot &s;tood</L>
<L>Un&s;tain'd with ho&s;tile blood,</L>
<L>The Trumpet &s;pake not to the armed throng,</L>
<L>And Kings &s;ate &s;till with awfull eye,</L>
<L>As if they &s;urely knew their &s;ovran Lord was by.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>But peacefull was the night</L>
<L>Wherin the Prince of light</L>
<L>His raign of peace upon the earth began:</L>
<L>The Windes with wonder whi&s;t,</L>
<L>Smoothly the waters ki&s;t,</L>
<L>Whi&s;pering new joyes to the milde Ocean,</L>
<L>Who now hath quite forgot to rave,</L>
<L>While Birds of Calm &s;it brooding on the charmed wave&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>The Stars with deep amaze</L>
<L>Stand fixt in &s;tedfa&s;t gaze,</L>
<L>Bending one way their pretious influence,</L>
<L>And will not take their flight,</L>
<L>For all the morning light,</L>
<L>Or <HI>Lucifer</HI> that often warn'd them thence;</L>
<L>But in their glimmering Orbs did glow,</L>
<L>Untill their Lord him&s;elf be&s;pake, and bid them go.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<PB N="5" REF="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>And though the &s;hady gloom</L>
<L>Had given day her room,</L>
<L>The Sun him&s;elf with-held his wonted &s;peed,</L>
<L>And hid his head for &s;hame,</L>
<L>As his inferiour flame,</L>
<L>The new-enlightn'd world no more &s;hould need;</L>
<L>He &s;aw a greater Sun appear</L>
<L>Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>The Shepherds on the Lawn,</L>
<L>Or ere the point of dawn,</L>
<L>Sate &s;imply chatting in a ru&s;tick row;</L>
<L>Full little thought they than,</L>
<L>That the mighty <HI>Pan</HI></L>
<L>Was kindly com to live with them below;</L>
<L>Perhaps their loves, or els their &s;heep,</L>
<L>Was all that did their &s;illy thoughts &s;o bu&s;ie keep.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>When &s;uch mu&s;ick &s;weet</L>
<L>Their hearts and ears did greet,</L>
<L>As never was by mortall finger &s;trook,</L>
<L>Divinely-warbled voice</L>
<L>An&s;wering the &s;tringed noi&s;e,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="missing" EXTENT="1 span">all their &s;ouls in blisfull rapture took&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="8">
The Air &s;uch plea&s;ure loth to lo&s;e,</L>
<L>With thou&s;and echo's &s;till prolongs each heav'nly clo&s;e&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>Nature that heard &s;uch &s;ound</L>
<L>Beneath the hollow round</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cynthia</HI>'s &s;eat, the Airy region thrilling,</L>
<L>Now was almo&s;t won</L>
<L>To think her part was don,</L>
<L>And that her raign had here its la&s;t fulfilling;</L>
<L>She knew &s;uch harmony alone</L>
<L>Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>At la&s;t &s;urrounds their &s;ight</L>
<L>A Globe of circular light,</L>
<L>That with long beams the &s;hame-fac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t night array'd,</L>
<L>The helmed Cherubim</L>
<L>And &s;worded Seraphim,</L>
<L>Are &s;een in glittering ranks with wings di&s;plaid.</L>
<L>Harping in loud and &s;olemn quire,</L>
<L>With unexpre&s;&s;ive notes to Heav'ns new-born Heir.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>Such Mu&s;ick (as 'tis &s;aid)</L>
<L>Before was never made,</L>
<L>But when of old the &s;ons of morning &s;ung,</L>
<L>While the Creator Great</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="8">
His con&s;tellations &s;et,</L>
<L>And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung,</L>
<L>And ca&s;t the dark foundations deep,</L>
<L>And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>Ring out ye Cry&s;tall &s;phears,</L>
<L>Once ble&s;s our human ears,</L>
<L>(If ye have power to touch our &s;en&s;es &s;o)</L>
<L>And let your &s;ilver chime</L>
<L>Move in melodious time;</L>
<L>And let the Ba&s;e of Heav'ns deep Organ blow,</L>
<L>And with your ninefold harmony</L>
<L>Make up full con&s;ort to th' Angelike &s;ymphony.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L>For if &s;uch holy Song</L>
<L>Enwrap our fancy long,</L>
<L>Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,</L>
<L>And &s;peckl'd vanity</L>
<L>Will &s;icken &s;oon and die,</L>
<L>And leprous &s;in will melt from earthly mould,</L>
<L>And Hell it &s;elf will pa&s;s away,</L>
<L>And leave her dolorous man&s;ions to the peering day.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>XV.</HEAD>
<L>Yea Truth, and Ju&s;tice then</L>
<L>Will down return to men,</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="9">
Th'enameld <HI>Arras</HI> of the Rainbow wearing,</L>
<L>And Mercy &s;et between,</L>
<L>Thron'd in Cele&s;tiall &s;heen,</L>
<L>With radiant feet the ti&s;&s;ued clouds down &s;tearing,</L>
<L>And Heav'n as at &s;om fe&s;tivall,</L>
<L>Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>XVI.</HEAD>
<L>But wi&s;e&s;t Fate &s;ayes no,</L>
<L>This mu&s;t not yet be &s;o,</L>
<L>The Babe lies yet in &s;miling Infancy</L>
<L>That on the bitter cro&s;s</L>
<L>Mu&s;t redeem our lo&s;s;</L>
<L>So both him&s;elf and us to glorifie:</L>
<L>Yet fir&s;t to tho&s;e ychain'd in &s;leep,</L>
<L>The wakefull trump of doom mu&s;t thunder through the deep,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>XVII.</HEAD>
<L>With &s;uch a horrid clang</L>
<L>As on mount <HI>Sinai</HI> rang</L>
<L>While the red fire, and &s;mouldring clouds out brake:</L>
<L>The aged Earth aga&s;t</L>
<L>With terrour of that bla&s;t,</L>
<L>Shall from the &s;urface to the center &s;hake;</L>
<L>When at the worlds la&s;t &s;e&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>The dreadfull Judge in middle Air &s;hall &s;pread his throne.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<PB N="9" REF="9">
<HEAD>XVIII.</HEAD>
<L>And then at la&s;t our bli&s;s</L>
<L>Full and perfect is,</L>
<L>But now begins; for from this happy day</L>
<L>Th'old Dragon under ground</L>
<L>In &s;traiter limits bound,</L>
<L>Not half &s;o far ca&s;ts his u&s;urped &s;way,</L>
<L>And wrath to &s;ee his Kingdom fail,</L>
<L>Swindges the &s;caly Horrour of his foulded tail.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>XIX.</HEAD>
<L>The Oracles are dumm,</L>
<L>No voice or hideous humm</L>
<L>Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> from his &s;hrine</L>
<L>Can no more divine,</L>
<L>With hollow &s;hreik the &s;teep of <HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lphos</HI> leaving.</L>
<L>No nightly trance, or breathed &s;pell,</L>
<L>In&s;pire's the pale-ey'd Prie&s;t from the prophetic cell.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="20">
<HEAD>XX.</HEAD>
<L>The lonely mountains o're,</L>
<L>And the re&s;ounding &s;hore,</L>
<L>A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;</L>
<L>From haunted &s;pring, and dale</L>
<L>Edg'd with poplar pale.</L>
<L>The parting Genius is with &s;ighing &s;ent,</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="10">
With flowre-inwov'n tre&s;&s;es torn</L>
<L>The Nimphs in twilight &s;hade of tangled thickets mourn.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="21">
<HEAD>XXI.</HEAD>
<L>In con&s;ecrated Earth,</L>
<L>And on the holy Hearth,</L>
<L>The <HI>Lars,</HI> and <HI>Lemures</HI> moan with midnight plaint,</L>
<L>In Urns, and Altars round,</L>
<L>A drear, and dying &s;ound</L>
<L>Affrights the <HI>Flamins</HI> at their &s;ervice quaint&punc;</L>
<L>And the chill Marble &s;eems to &s;weat,</L>
<L>While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted &s;eat.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="22">
<HEAD>XXII.</HEAD>
<L>Peor, <HI>and</HI> Baalim,</L>
<L>For&s;ake their Temples dim,</L>
<L>With that twi&s;e batter'd god of <HI>Pale&s;tine,</HI></L>
<L>And mooned <HI>A&s;htaroth,</HI></L>
<L>Heav'ns Queen and Mother both,</L>
<L>Now &s;its not girt with Tapers holy &s;hine,</L>
<L>The Libyc <HI>Hammon</HI> &s;hrinks his horn,</L>
<L>In vain the <HI>Tyrian</HI> Maids their wounded <HI>Thamuz</HI> mourn.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="23">
<HEAD>XXIII.</HEAD>
<L>And &s;ullen <HI>Moloch</HI> fled,</L>
<L>Hath left in &s;hadows dred,</L>
<L>His burning Idol all of blacke&s;t hue,</L>
<L>In vain with Cymbals ring,</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="10">
They call the gri&s;ly king,</L>
<L>In di&s;mall dance about the furnace blue,</L>
<L>The bruti&s;h gods of <HI>Nile</HI> as fa&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>I&s;is</HI> and <HI>Orus,</HI> and the Dog <HI>Anubis</HI> ha&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="24">
<HEAD>XXIV.</HEAD>
<L>Nor is <HI>O&s;iris</HI> &s;een</L>
<L>In <HI>Memphian</HI> Grove, or Green,</L>
<L>Trampling the un&s;howr'd Gra&s;&s;e with lowings loud:</L>
<L>Nor can he be at re&s;t</L>
<L>Within his &s;acred che&s;t,</L>
<L>Naught but profounde&s;t Hell can be his &s;hroud,</L>
<L>In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark</L>
<L>The &s;able-&s;toled Sorcerers bear his wor&s;hipt Ark.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="25">
<HEAD>XXV.</HEAD>
<L>He feels from <HI>Juda</HI>'s Land</L>
<L>The dredded Infants hand,</L>
<L>The rayes of <HI>Bethlehem</HI> blind his dusky eyn;</L>
<L>Nor all the gods be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Longer dare abide,</L>
<L>Not <HI>Typhon</HI> huge ending in &s;naky twine:</L>
<L>Our Babe to &s;hew his Godhead true,</L>
<L>Can in his &s;wadling bands controul the damned <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rew.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="26">
<HEAD>XXVI.</HEAD>
<L>So when the Sun in bed,</L>
<L>Curtain'd with cloudy red,</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="11">
Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave.</L>
<L>The flocking &s;hadows pale,</L>
<L>Troop to th'infernall jail,</L>
<L>Each fetter'd Gho&s;t &s;lips to his &s;everall grave,</L>
<L>And the yellow-skirted <HI>Fayes,</HI></L>
<L>Fly after the Night-&s;teeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="27">
<HEAD>XXVII.</HEAD>
<L>But &s;ee the Virgin ble&s;t,</L>
<L>Hath laid her Babe to re&s;t.</L>
<L>Time is our tedious Song &s;hould here have ending,</L>
<L>Heav'ns younge&s;t teemed Star,</L>
<L>Hath fixt her poli&s;ht Car.</L>
<L>Her &s;leeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending.</L>
<L>And all about the Courtly Stable,</L>
<L>Bright-harne&s;t Angels &s;it in order &s;erviceable.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>A Paraphra&s;e on <HI>P&s;alm</HI> 114.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">This and the following <HI>P&s;alm</HI> were don by the Author at fifteen yeers old.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHen the ble&s;t &s;eed of <HI>Terah</HI>'s faithfull Son,</L>
<L>After long toil their liberty had won,</L>
<L>And pa&s;t from <HI>Pharian</HI> fields to <HI>Canaan</HI> Land,</L>
<L>Led by the &s;trength of the Almighties hand,</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="11">
<HI>hovah</HI>'s wonders were in <HI>I&s;rael</HI> &s;hown,</L>
<L>is prai&s;e and glory was in <HI>I&s;rael</HI> known.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">at &s;aw the troubl'd Sea, and &s;hivering fled,</L>
<L>nd &s;ought to hide his froth-becurled head</L>
<L>ow in the earth, <HI>Jordans</HI> clear &s;treams recoil,</L>
<L>As a faint ho&s;t that hath receiv'd the foil.</L>
<L>The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams</L>
<L>Among&s;t their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.</L>
<L>Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains?</L>
<L>Why turned <HI>Jordan</HI> toward his Cry&s;tall Fountains?</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hake earth, and at the pre&s;ence be aga&s;t</L>
<L>Of him that ever was, and ay &s;hall la&s;t,</L>
<L>That gla&s;&s;y flouds from rugged rocks can cru&s;h,</L>
<L>And make &s;oft rills from fiery flint-&s;tones gu&s;h&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><HI>P&s;alm</HI> 136.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt us with a glad&s;om mind&punc;</L>
<L>Prai&s;e the Lord, for he is kind,</L>
<L>For his mercies ay endure,</L>
<L>Ever faithfull, ever &s;ure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">et us blaze his Name abroad,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">or of gods he is the God&punc;</L>
<L>For &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="14" REF="12">
<L>O let us his prai&s;es tell,</L>
<L>That doth the wrathfull tyrants quell.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That with his miracles doth make</L>
<L>Amazed Heav'n and Earth to &s;hake.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That by his wi&s;dom did create</L>
<L>The painted Heav'ns &s;o full of &s;tate&punc;</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That did the &s;olid Earth ordain</L>
<L>To ri&s;e above the watry plain.</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That by his all-commanding might,</L>
<L>Did fill the new-made world with light.</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And caus'd the Golden-tre&s;&s;ed Sun,</L>
<L>All the day long his cours to run.</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The horned Moon to &s;hine by night,</L>
<L>Among&s;t her &s;pangled &s;i&s;ters bright&punc;</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He with his thunder&punc;cla&s;ping hand,</L>
<L>mote the fir&s;t&punc;born of <HI>Egypt</HI> Land&punc;</L>
<L>For his, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="15" REF="12">
<L>And in de&s;pight of <HI>Pharao</HI> fell,</L>
<L>He brought from thence his <HI>I&s;rael.</HI></L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,</L>
<L>Of the <HI>Erythraean</HI> main.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The floods &s;tood &s;till like Walls of Gla&s;s&punc;</L>
<L>While the Hebrew Bands did pa&s;s.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But full &s;oon they did devour</L>
<L>The Tawny King with all his power&punc;</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His cho&s;en people he did ble&s;s</L>
<L>In the wa&s;tfull Wildernes.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In bloody battail he brought down</L>
<L>Kings of prowe&s;s and renown.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He foild bold <HI>Seon</HI> and his ho&s;t,</L>
<L>That rul'd the <HI>Amorrean</HI> coa&s;t.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And large-lim'd <HI>Og</HI> he did &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>With all his over hardy crew&punc;</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="16" REF="13">
<L>And to his &s;ervant <HI>I&s;rael,</HI></L>
<L>He gave their Land therin to dwell.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He hath with a piteous eye</L>
<L>Beheld us in our mi&s;ery.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And freed us from the &s;lavery</L>
<L>Of the invading enimy.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All living creatures he doth feed.</L>
<L>And with full hand &s;upplies their need&punc;</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let us therfore warble forth</L>
<L>His mighty Maje&s;ty and worth.</L>
<L>For, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That his man&s;ion hath on high</L>
<L>Above the reach of mortall ey.</L>
<L>For his mercies ay endure,</L>
<L>Ever faithfull, ever &s;ure.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Pa&s;&s;ion.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>ERe-while of Mu&s;ick, and Ethereal mirth,</L>
<L>Wherwith the &s;tage of Ayr and Earth did ring&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="13">
And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth,</L>
<L>My mu&s;e with Angels did divide to &s;ing;</L>
<L>But headlong joy is ever on the wing,</L>
<L>In Wintry &s;ol&s;tice like the &s;hortn'd light</L>
<L>Soon &s;wallow'd up in dark and long out-living nigh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>For now to &s;orrow mu&s;t I tune my &s;ong,</L>
<L>And &s;et my Harpe to notes of &s;adde&s;t wo,</L>
<L>Which on our deare&s;t Lord did &s;ea&s;e er'e long,</L>
<L>Dangers, and &s;nares, and wrongs, and wor&s;e then &s;o&punc;</L>
<L>Which he for us did freely undergo.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t perfect <HI>Heroe,</HI> try'd in heavie&s;t plight</L>
<L>Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>He &s;ov'ran Prie&s;t &s;tooping his regall head</L>
<L>That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes,</L>
<L>Poor fle&s;hly Tabernacle entered,</L>
<L>His &s;tarry front low-rooft beneath the skies;</L>
<L>O what a Mask was there, what a di&s;gui&s;e!</L>
<L>Yet more; the &s;troke of death he mu&s;t abide,</L>
<L>Then lies him meekly down fa&s;t by his Brethrens &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The&s;e latter &s;cenes confine my roving vers,</L>
<L>To this Horizon is my <HI>Phoebus</HI> bound,</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="14">
His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce,</L>
<L>And former &s;ufferings other where are found;</L>
<L>Loud o're the re&s;t <HI>Cremona</HI>'s Trump doth &s;ound&punc;</L>
<L>Me &s;ofter airs befit, and &s;ofter &s;trings</L>
<L>Of Lute, or Viol &s;till, more apt for mournful things.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Befriend me night be&s;t Patrone&s;s of grief,</L>
<L>Over the Pole thy thicke&s;t mantle throw,</L>
<L>And work my flatter'd fancy to belief,</L>
<L>That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo;</L>
<L>My &s;orrows are too dark for day to know:</L>
<L>The leaves &s;hould all be black wheron I write,</L>
<L>And letters where my tears have wa&s;ht a wanni&s;h white.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>See &s;ee the Chariot, and tho&s;e ru&s;hing wheels,</L>
<L>That whirl d the Prophet up at <HI>Chebar</HI> flood,</L>
<L>My &s;pirit &s;om tran&s;porting <HI>Cherub</HI> feels,</L>
<L>To bear me where the Towers of <HI>Salem</HI> &s;tood,</L>
<L>Once glorious Towers, now &s;unk in guiltles blood;</L>
<L>There doth my &s;oul in holy vi&s;ion &s;it</L>
<L>In pen&s;ive trance, and angui&s;h, and ec&s;tatick fit.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Mine eye hath found that &s;ad Sepulchral rock</L>
<L>That was the Casket of Heav'ns riche&s;t &s;tore,</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="14">
And here though grief my feeble hands up-lock,</L>
<L>Yet on the &s;oftned Quarry would I &s;core</L>
<L>My plaining vers as lively as before;</L>
<L>For &s;ure &s;o well in&s;tructed are my tears,</L>
<L>That they would fitly fall in order's Characters.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Or &s;hould I thence hurried on viewles wing&punc;</L>
<L>Take up a weeping on the Mountains wilde,</L>
<L>The gentle neighbourhood of grove and &s;pring</L>
<L>Would &s;oon unboo&s;om all thir Echoes milde,</L>
<L>And I (for grief is ea&s;ily beguild)</L>
<L>Might think th'infection of my &s;orrows loud,</L>
<L>Had got a race of mourners on &s;om pregnant cloud.</L>
</LG>
<Q><P>This Subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had, when he wrote it, and nothing &s;atisfi'd with what was begun, left it unfini&s;ht.</P></Q>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On Time.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FLy envious <HI>Time,</HI> till thou run out thy race,</L>
<L>Call on the lazy leaden-&s;tepping hours,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;peed is but the heavy Plummets pace;</L>
<L>And glut thy &s;elf with what thy womb devours&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="15">
Which is no more then what is fal&s;e and vain,</L>
<L>And meerly mortal dro&s;s;</L>
<L>So little is our lo&s;s,</L>
<L>So little is thy gain.</L>
<L>For when as each thing bad thou ha&s;t entomb'd,</L>
<L>And la&s;t of all, thy greedy &s;elf con&s;um'd,</L>
<L>Then long Eternity &s;hall greet our bli&s;s</L>
<L>With an individual ki&s;s;</L>
<L>And Joy &s;hall overtake us as a flood,</L>
<L>When every thing that is &s;incerely good</L>
<L>And perfectly divine,</L>
<L>With Truth, and Peace, and Love &s;hall ever &s;hine</L>
<L>About the &s;upreme Throne</L>
<L>Of him, t'who&s;e happy-making &s;ight alone,</L>
<L>When once our heav'nly-guided &s;oul &s;hall clime,</L>
<L>Then all this Earthy gro&s;nes quit,</L>
<L>Attir'd with Stars, we &s;hall for ever &s;it,</L>
<L>Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Upon the Circumci&s;ion.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,</L>
<L>That er&s;t with Mu&s;ick, and triumphant &s;ong</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="15">
Fir&s;t heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,</L>
<L>So &s;weetly &s;ung your Joy the Clouds along</L>
<L>Through the &s;oft &s;ilence of the li&s;t'ning night;</L>
<L>Now mourn, and if &s;ad &s;hare with us to bear</L>
<L>Your fiery e&s;&s;ence can di&s;till no tear,</L>
<L>Burn in your fighs, and borrow</L>
<L>Seas wept from our deep &s;orrow,</L>
<L>He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare</L>
<L>Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ea&s;e;</L>
<L>Alas, how &s;oon our &s;in</L>
<L>Sore doth begin</L>
<L>His Infancy to &s;ea&s;e!</L>
<L>O more exceeding love or law more ju&s;t?</L>
<L>Ju&s;t law indeed, but more exceeding love!</L>
<L>For we by rightfull doom remediles</L>
<L>Were lo&s;t in death, till he that dwelt above</L>
<L>High thron'd in &s;ecret bli&s;s, for us frail du&s;t</L>
<L>Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes;</L>
<L>And that great Cov'nant which we &s;till tran&s;gre&s;s</L>
<L>Intirely &s;atisfi'd,</L>
<L>And the full wrath be&s;ide</L>
<L>Of vengeful Ju&s;tice bore for our exce&s;s,</L>
<L>And &s;eals obedience fir&s;t with wounding &s;mart</L>
<L>This day, but O ere long</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="16">
Huge pangs and &s;trong</L>
<L>Will pierce more neer his heart.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>At a &s;olemn Mu&s;ick.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BLe&s;t pair of <HI>Sirens,</HI> pledges of Heav'ns joy,</L>
<L>Sphear-born harmonious Si&s;ters, Voice, and Vers,</L>
<L>Wed your divine &s;ounds, and mixt power employ</L>
<L>Dead things with inbreath'd &s;en&s;e able to pierce,</L>
<L>And to our high-rais'd phanta&s;ie pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>That undi&s;turbed Song of pure content,</L>
<L>Ay &s;ung before the &s;aphire-colour'd throne</L>
<L>To him that &s;its theron</L>
<L>With Saintly &s;hout, and &s;olemn Jubily,</L>
<L>Where the bright Seraphim in burning row</L>
<L>Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,</L>
<L>And the Cherubick ho&s;t in thou&s;and quires</L>
<L>Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,</L>
<L>With tho&s;e ju&s;t Spirits that wear victorious Palms,</L>
<L>Hymns devout and holy P&s;alms</L>
<L>Singing everla&s;tingly;</L>
<L>That we on Earth with undi&s;cording voice</L>
<L>May rightly an&s;wer that melodious noi&s;e;</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="16">
As once we did, till di&s;proportion'd &s;in</L>
<L>Jarr'd again&s;t natures chime, and with har&s;h din</L>
<L>Broke the fair mu&s;ick that all creatures made</L>
<L>To their great Lord, who&s;e love their motion &s;way'd</L>
<L>In perfect Diapa&s;on, whil&s;t they &s;tood</L>
<L>In fir&s;t obedience, and their &s;tate of good.</L>
<L>O may we &s;oon again renew that Song,</L>
<L>And keep in tune with Heav'n&punc; till God ere long</L>
<L>To his cele&s;tial con&s;ort us unite,</L>
<L>To live with him, and &s;ing in endles morn of light.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>An Epitaph on the Marchione&s;s of <HI>Winche&s;ter.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THis rich Marble doth enterr</L>
<L>The honour'd Wife of <HI>Winche&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides what her vertues fair</L>
<L>Added to her noble birth,</L>
<L>More then &s;he could own from Earth.</L>
<L>Summers three times eight &s;ave one</L>
<L>She had told, alas too &s;oon,</L>
<L>After &s;o &s;hort time of breath,</L>
<L>To hou&s;e with darknes, and with death.</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="17">
Yet had the number of her days</L>
<L>Bin as compleat as was her prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Nature and fate had had no &s;trife</L>
<L>In giving limit to her life.</L>
<L>Her high birth, and her graces &s;weet,</L>
<L>Quickly found a lover meet;</L>
<L>The virgin quite for her reque&s;t</L>
<L>The God that &s;its at marriage fea&s;t;</L>
<L>He at their invoking came</L>
<L>But with a &s;carce-wel lighted flame;</L>
<L>And in his Garland as he &s;tood,</L>
<L>Ye might di&s;cern a Cipre&s;s bud.</L>
<L>Once had the early Matrons run</L>
<L>To greet her of a lovely &s;on,</L>
<L>And now with &s;econd hope &s;he goes,</L>
<L>And calls <HI>Lucina</HI> to her throws;</L>
<L>But whether by mi&s;chance or blame</L>
<L><HI>Atropos</HI> for <HI>Lucina</HI> came;</L>
<L>And with remorfles cruelty,</L>
<L>Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree:</L>
<L>The haples Babe before his birth</L>
<L>Had burial, yet not laid in earth,</L>
<L>And the langui&s;ht Mothers Womb</L>
<L>Was not long a living Tomb.</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="17">
So have I &s;een &s;om tender &s;lip</L>
<L>Sav'd with care from Winters nip,</L>
<L>The pride of her carnation train,</L>
<L>Pluck't up by &s;om unheedy &s;wain,</L>
<L>Who onely thought to crop the flowr</L>
<L>New &s;hot up from vernall &s;howr;</L>
<L>But the fair blo&s;&s;om hangs the head</L>
<L>Side-ways as on a dying bed,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e Pearls of dew &s;he wears,</L>
<L>Prove to be pre&s;aging tears</L>
<L>Which the &s;ad morn had let fall</L>
<L>On her ha&s;t'ning funerall.</L>
<L>Gentle Lady may thy grave</L>
<L>Peace and quiet ever have;</L>
<L>After this thy travail &s;ore</L>
<L>Sweet re&s;t &s;ea&s;e thee evermore,</L>
<L>That to give the world encrea&s;e,</L>
<L>Shortned ha&s;t thy own lives lea&s;e,</L>
<L>Here be&s;ides the &s;orrowing</L>
<L>That thy noble Hou&s;e doth bring,</L>
<L>Here be tears of perfect moan</L>
<L>Weept for thee in <HI>Helicon,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;om Flowers, and &s;om Bays,</L>
<L>For thy Hears to &s;trew the ways,</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="18">
Sent thee from the banks of <HI>Came,</HI></L>
<L>Devoted to thy vertuous name;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thou bright Saint high &s;it'&s;t in glory&punc;</L>
<L>Next her much like to thee in &s;tory,</L>
<L>That fair <HI>Syrian</HI> Shepherde&s;s,</L>
<L>Who after yeers of barrenners,</L>
<L>The highly favour'd <HI>Jo&s;eph</HI> bore</L>
<L>To him that &s;erv'd for her before,</L>
<L>And at her next birth much like thee,</L>
<L>Through pangs fled to felicity,</L>
<L>Far within the boo&s;om bright</L>
<L>Of blazing Maje&s;ty and Light,</L>
<L>There with thee, new welcom Saint&punc;</L>
<L>Like fortunes may her &s;oul acquaint,</L>
<L>With thee there clad in radiant &s;heen,</L>
<L>No Marchione&s;s, but now a Queen.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">On <HI>May</HI> morning.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOw the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,</L>
<L>Comes dancing from the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t, and leads with her</L>
<L>The Flowry <HI>May,</HI> who from her green lap throws</L>
<L>The yellow Cow&s;lip, and the pale Primro&s;e.</L>
<L><PB N="27" REF="18">
Hail bounteous <HI>May</HI> that do&s;t in&s;pire</L>
<L>Mirth and youth, and warm de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Woods and Groves, are of thy dre&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Hill and Dale, doth boa&s;t thy ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
<L>Thus we &s;alute thee with our early Song,</L>
<L>And welcom thee, and wi&s;h thee long.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On <HI>Shake&s;pear.</HI> 1630.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat needs my <HI>Shake&s;pear</HI> for his honour'd Bones,</L>
<L>The labour of an age in piled Stones,</L>
<L>Or that his hallow'd reliques &s;hould be hid</L>
<L>Under a Star-ypointing <HI>Pyramid?</HI></L>
<L>Dear &s;on of memory, great heir of Fame,</L>
<L>What need'&s;t thou &s;uch weak witnes of thy name?</L>
<L>Thou in our wonder and a&s;toni&s;hment</L>
<L>Ha&s;t built thy &s;elf a live-long Monument.</L>
<L>For whil&s;t toth'&s;hame of &s;low-endeavouring art,</L>
<L>Thy ea&s;ie numbers flow, and that each heart</L>
<L>Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Delphick lines with deep impre&s;&s;ion took,</L>
<L>Then thou our fancy of it &s;elf bereaving,</L>
<L>Do&s;t make us Marble with too much conceaving;</L>
<L>And &s;o Sepulcher'd in &s;uch pomp do&s;t lie,</L>
<L>That Kings for &s;uch a Tomb would wi&s;h to die.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="28" REF="19">
<HEAD>On the Univer&s;ity Carrier who &s;ickn'd in the time of his vacancy, being forbid to go to <HI>London,</HI> by rea&s;on of the Plague.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre lies old <HI>Hob&s;on,</HI> Death hath broke his girt,</L>
<L>A here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,</L>
<L>Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,</L>
<L>He's here &s;tuck in a &s;lough, and overthrown.</L>
<L>&punc;Twas &s;uch a &s;hifter, that if truth were known,</L>
<L>Death was half glad when he had got him down;</L>
<L>For he had any time this ten yeers full,</L>
<L>Dodg'd with him, betwixt <HI>Cambridge</HI> and the Bull.</L>
<L>And &s;urely, Death could never have prevail'd,</L>
<L>Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail'd;</L>
<L>But lately finding him &s;o long at home,</L>
<L>And thinking now his journeys end was come,</L>
<L>And that he had tane up his late&s;t Inne,</L>
<L>In the kind office of a Chamberlin</L>
<L>Shew'd him his room where he mu&s;t lodge that night,</L>
<L>Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light:</L>
<L>If any ask for him, it &s;hall be &s;ed,</L>
<L><HI>Hob&s;on</HI> has &s;upt, and's newly gon to bed&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="29" REF="19">
<HEAD>Another on the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEre lieth one who did mo&s;t truly prove,</L>
<L>That he could never die while he could move,</L>
<L>So hung his de&s;tiny never to rot</L>
<L>While he might &s;till jogg on, and keep his trot,</L>
<L>Made of &s;phear-metal, never to decay</L>
<L>Untill his revolution was at &s;tay.</L>
<L>Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t old truth) motion number'd out his time;</L>
<L>And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight,</L>
<L>His principles being cea&s;t, he ended &s;trait,</L>
<L>Re<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t that gives all men life, gave him his death,</L>
<L>And too much breathing put him out of breath&punc;</L>
<L>Nor were it contradiction to affirm</L>
<L>Too long vacation ha&s;tned on his term.</L>
<L>Meerly to drive the time away he &s;ickn'd,</L>
<L>Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd;</L>
<L>Nay, quoth he, on his &s;wooning bed out&s;tretch'd,</L>
<L>If I may not carry, &s;ure Ile ne're be fetch'd,</L>
<L>But vow though the cro&s;s Doctors all &s;tood hearers&punc;</L>
<L>For one Carrier put down to make &s;ix bearers.</L>
<L>Ea&s;e was his chief di&s;ea&s;e, and to judge right,</L>
<L>He did for heavines that his Cart went light,</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="20">
His lea&s;ure told him that his time was com&punc;</L>
<L>And lack of load, made his life burden&s;om,</L>
<L>That even to his la&s;t breath (ther be that &s;ay't)</L>
<L>As he were pre&s;t to death, he cry'd more waight&punc;</L>
<L>But had his doings la&s;ted as they were,</L>
<L>He had bin an immortall Carrier.</L>
<L>Obedient to the Moon he &s;pent his date</L>
<L>In cours reciprocal, and had his fate</L>
<L>Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas,</L>
<L>Yet (&s;trange to think) his wain was his increa&s;e</L>
<L>His Letters are deliver'd all and gon,</L>
<L>Onely remains this &s;uper&s;cription.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>L'Allegro.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEnce loathed Melancholy</L>
<L>Of <HI>Cerberus,</HI> and blacke&s;t midnight born,</L>
<L>In <HI>Stygian</HI> Cave forlorn</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t horrid &s;hapes, and &s;hreiks, and &s;ights unholy,</L>
<L>Find out &s;om uncouth cell,</L>
<L>Wher brooding darknes &s;preads his jealous wings,</L>
<L>And the night-Raven &s;ings;</L>
<L>There under <HI>Ebon</HI> &s;hades, and low-brow'd Rocks,</L>
<L>As ragged as thy Locks,</L>
<L>In dark <HI>Cimmerian</HI> defert ever dwell.</L>
<L><PB N="31" REF="20">
But com thou Goddes fair and free,</L>
<L>In Heav'n ycleap'd <HI>Euphro&s;yne,</HI></L>
<L>And by men, heart-ea&s;ing Mirth,</L>
<L>Whom lovely <HI>Venus</HI> at a birth</L>
<L>With two &s;i&s;ter Graces more</L>
<L>To Ivy-crowned <HI>Bacchus</HI> bore;</L>
<L>Or whether (as &s;om Sager &s;ing)</L>
<L>The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring,</L>
<L><HI>Zephir</HI> with <HI>Aurora</HI> playing,</L>
<L>As he met her once a Maying,</L>
<L>There on Beds of Violets blew&punc;</L>
<L>And fre&s;h-blown Ro&s;es wa&s;ht in dew,</L>
<L>Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair.</L>
<L>So buck&s;om, blith, and debonair.</L>
<L>Ha&s;te thee nymph, and bring with thee</L>
<L>Je&s;t and youthful Jollity,</L>
<L>Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,</L>
<L>Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles,</L>
<L>Such as hang on <HI>Hebe</HI>'s cheek,</L>
<L>And love to live in dimple &s;leek;</L>
<L>Sport that wrincled Care derides,</L>
<L>And Laughter holding both his &s;ides&punc;</L>
<L>Com, and trip it as ye go</L>
<L>On the light fanta&s;tick toe&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="21">
And in thy right hand lead with thee,</L>
<L>The Mountain Nymph, &s;weet Liberty;</L>
<L>And if I give thee honour due&punc;</L>
<L>Mirth, admit me of thy crue</L>
<L>To live with her, and live with thee,</L>
<L>In unreproved plea&s;ures free;</L>
<L>To hear the Lark begin his flight,</L>
<L>And &s;inging &s;tartle the dull night,</L>
<L>From his watch-towre in the skies,</L>
<L>Till the dappled dawn doth ri&s;e;</L>
<L>Then to com in &s;pight of &s;orrow,</L>
<L>And at my window bid good morrow,</L>
<L>Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine,</L>
<L>Or the twi&s;ted Eglantine.</L>
<L>While the Cock with lively din,</L>
<L>Scatters the rear of darknes thin,</L>
<L>And to the &s;tack, or the Barn dore,</L>
<L>Stoutly &s;truts his Dames before,</L>
<L>Oft li&s;t'ning how the Hounds and horn,</L>
<L>Chearly rou&s;e the &s;lumbring morn,</L>
<L>From the &s;ide of &s;om Hoar Hill,</L>
<L>Through the high wood echoing &s;hrill.</L>
<L>Som time walking not un&s;een</L>
<L>By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green,</L>
<L><PB N="33" REF="21">
Right again&s;t the Ea&s;tern gate,</L>
<L>Wher the great Sun begins his &s;tate,</L>
<L>Rob'd in flames, and Amber light,</L>
<L>The clouds in thou&s;and Liveries dight&punc;</L>
<L>While the Plowman neer at hand,</L>
<L>Whi&s;tles ore the Furrow'd Land,</L>
<L>And the Milkmaid &s;ingeth blithe,</L>
<L>And the Mower whets his &s;ithe,</L>
<L>And every Shepherd tells his tale</L>
<L>Under the Hawthorn in the dale.</L>
<L>Streit mine eye hath caught new plea&s;ures</L>
<L>Whil&s;t the Lantskip round it mea&s;ures,</L>
<L>Ru&s;&s;et Lawns, and Fallows Gray,</L>
<L>Where the nibling flocks do &s;tray,</L>
<L>Mountains on who&s;e barren bre&s;t</L>
<L>The labouring clouds do often re&s;t:</L>
<L>Meadows trim with Dai&s;ie<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> pide,</L>
<L>Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.</L>
<L>Towers, and Battlements it &s;ees</L>
<L>Boo&s;om'd high in tufted Trees,</L>
<L>Wher perhaps &s;om beauty lies,</L>
<L>The Cyno&s;ure of neighbouring eyes.</L>
<L>Hard by, a Cottage chimney &s;mokes,</L>
<L>From betwixt two aged Okes,</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="22">
Where <HI>Corydon</HI> and <HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> met,</L>
<L>Are at their &s;avory dinner &s;et</L>
<L>Of Hearbs, and other Country Me&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Which the neat-handed <HI>Phillis</HI> dre&s;&s;es;</L>
<L>And then in ha&s;te her Bowre &s;he leaves,</L>
<L>With <HI>The&s;tylis</HI> to bind the Sheaves;</L>
<L>Or if the earlier &s;ea&s;on lead</L>
<L>To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead,</L>
<L>Som times with &s;ecure delight</L>
<L>The up-land Hamlets will invite,</L>
<L>When the merry Bells ring round&punc;</L>
<L>And the jocond rebecks &s;ound</L>
<L>To many a youth, and many a maid,</L>
<L>Dancing in the Chequer'd &s;hade;</L>
<L>And young and old com forth to play</L>
<L>On a Sun&s;hine Holyday,</L>
<L>Till the live-long day-light fail,</L>
<L>Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale,</L>
<L>With &s;tories told of many a feat,</L>
<L>How <HI>Faery Mab</HI> the junkets eat,</L>
<L>She was pincht, and pull'd &s;he &s;ed,</L>
<L>And he by Friars Lanthorn led</L>
<L>Tells how the drudging <HI>Goblin</HI> &s;wet,</L>
<L>To ern his Cream-bowle duly &s;et,</L>
<L><PB N="35" REF="22">
When in one night, ere glimps of morn,</L>
<L>His &s;hadowy Flale hath thre&s;h'd the Corn</L>
<L>That ten day labourers could not end,</L>
<L>Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend.</L>
<L>And &s;tretch'd out all the Chimney's length,</L>
<L>Basks at the fire his hairy &s;trength;</L>
<L>And Crop-full out of dores he flings,</L>
<L>Ere the fir&s;t Cock his Mattin rings.</L>
<L>Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,</L>
<L>By whi&s;pering Windes &s;oon lull'd a&s;leep.</L>
<L>Towred Cities plea&s;e us then,</L>
<L>And the bu&s;ie humm of men,</L>
<L>Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,</L>
<L>In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold,</L>
<L>With &s;tore of Ladies, who&s;e bright eies</L>
<L>Rain influence, and judge the pri&s;e</L>
<L>Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend</L>
<L>To win her Grace, whom all commend.</L>
<L>There let <HI>Hymen</HI> oft appear</L>
<L>In Saffron robe, with Taper clear,</L>
<L>And pomp, and fea&s;t, and revelry,</L>
<L>With mask, and antique Pageantry,</L>
<L>Such &s;ights as youthfull Poets dream</L>
<L>On Summer eeves by haunted &s;tream.</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="23">
Then to the well-trod &s;tage anon,</L>
<L>If <HI>Jon&s;ons</HI> learned Sock be on,</L>
<L>Or &s;weete&s;t <HI>Shake&s;pear</HI> fancies childe,</L>
<L>Warble his native Wood-notes wilde,</L>
<L>And ever again&s;t eating Cares,</L>
<L>Lap me in &s;oft <HI>Lydian</HI> Aires,</L>
<L>Married to immortal ver&s;e</L>
<L>Such as the meeting &s;oul may pierce</L>
<L>In notes, with many a winding bout</L>
<L>Of lincked &s;weetnes long drawn out,</L>
<L>With wanton heed, and giddy cunning&punc;</L>
<L>The melting voice through mazes running;</L>
<L>Untwi&s;ting all the chains that ty</L>
<L>The hidden &s;oul of harmony.</L>
<L>That <HI>Orpheus</HI> &s;elf may heave his head</L>
<L>From golden &s;lumber on a bed</L>
<L>Of heapt <HI>Ely&s;ian</HI> flowres, and hear</L>
<L>Such &s;treins as would have won the ear</L>
<L>Of <HI>Pluto,</HI> to have quite &s;et free</L>
<L>His half regain'd <HI>Eurydice.</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e delights, if thou can&s;t give,</L>
<L>Mirth with thee, I mean to live.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="37" REF="23">
<HEAD>Il Pen&s;ero&s;o.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEnce vain deluding joyes,</L>
<L>The brood of folly without father bred,</L>
<L>How little you be&s;ted,</L>
<L>Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes;</L>
<L>Dwell in &s;om idle brain,</L>
<L>And fancies fond with gaudy &s;hapes po&s;&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>As thick and numberle&s;s</L>
<L>As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams,</L>
<L>Or like&s;t hovering dreams</L>
<L>The fickle Pen&s;ioners of <HI>Morpheus</HI> train.</L>
<L>But hail thou Goddes, &s;age and holy,</L>
<L>Hail divine&s;t Melancholy,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Saintly vi&s;age is too bright</L>
<L>To hit the Sen&s;e of human &s;ight;</L>
<L>And therfore to our weaker view,</L>
<L>Ore laid with black &s;taid Wi&s;doms hue&punc;</L>
<L>Black, but &s;uch as in e&s;teem,</L>
<L>Prince <HI>Memnons</HI> &s;i&s;ter might be&s;eem,</L>
<L>Or that Starr'd <HI>Ethiope</HI> Queen that &s;trove</L>
<L>To &s;et her beauties prai&s;e above</L>
<L>The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended.</L>
<L>Yet thou art higher far de&s;cended,</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="24">
Thee bright-hair'd <HI>Ve&s;ta</HI> long of yore,</L>
<L>To &s;olitary <HI>Saturn</HI> bore;</L>
<L>His daughter &s;he (in <HI>Saturns</HI> raign,</L>
<L>Such mixture was not held a &s;tain)</L>
<L>Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades</L>
<L>He met her, and in &s;ecret &s;hades</L>
<L>Of woody <HI>Ida</HI>'s inmo&s;t grove,</L>
<L>While yet there was no fear of <HI>Jove&punc;</HI></L>
<L>Com pen&s;ive Nun, devout and pure,</L>
<L>Sober, &s;tedfa&s;t, and demure,</L>
<L>All in a robe of darke&s;t grain,</L>
<L>Flowing with maje&s;tick train,</L>
<L>And &s;able &s;tole of <HI>Cipres</HI> Lawn,</L>
<L>Over thy decent &s;houlders drawn.</L>
<L>Com, but keep thy wonted &s;tate,</L>
<L>With eev'n &s;tep, and mu&s;ing gate,</L>
<L>And looks commercing with the skies,</L>
<L>Thy rapt &s;oul &s;itting in thine eyes:</L>
<L>There held in holy pa&s;&s;ion &s;till,</L>
<L>Forget thy &s;elf to Marble, till</L>
<L>With a &s;ad Leaden downward ca&s;t,</L>
<L>Thou fix them on the earth as fa&s;t.</L>
<L>And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,</L>
<L>Spare Fa&s;t, that oft with gods doth diet,</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="24">
And hears the Mu&s;es in a ring,</L>
<L>Ay round about <HI>Joves</HI> Altar &s;ing.</L>
<L>And adde to the&s;e retired lea&s;ure,</L>
<L>That in trim Gardens takes his plea&s;ure;</L>
<L>But fir&s;t, and chiefe&s;t, with thee bring,</L>
<L>Him that yon &s;oars on golden wing,</L>
<L>Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,</L>
<L>The Cherub Contemplation,</L>
<L>And the mute Silence hi&s;t along,</L>
<L>'Le&s;s <HI>Philomel</HI> will daign a Song,</L>
<L>Id her &s;weete&s;t, &s;adde&s;t plight,</L>
<L>Smoothing the rugged brow of night,</L>
<L>While <HI>Cynthia</HI> checks her Dragon yoke,</L>
<L>Gently o're th'accu&s;tom'd Oke;</L>
<L>Sweet Bird that &s;hunn'&s;t the noi&s;e of folly,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t mu&s;icall, mo&s;t melancholy&punc;</L>
<L>Thee Chauntre&s;s oft the Woods among,</L>
<L>I woo to hear thy eeven-Song;</L>
<L>And mi&s;&s;ing thee, I walk un&s;een</L>
<L>On the dry &s;mooth-&s;haven Green&punc;</L>
<L>To behold the wandring Moon&punc;</L>
<L>Riding neer her highe&s;t noon,</L>
<L>Like one that had bin led a&s;tray</L>
<L>Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way;</L>
<L><PB N="40" REF="25">
And oft, as if her head &s;he bow'd,</L>
<L>Stooping through a fleecy cloud.</L>
<L>Oft on a Plat of ri&s;ing ground,</L>
<L>I hear the far-off <HI>Curfeu</HI> &s;ound,</L>
<L>Over &s;om wide-water'd &s;hoar,</L>
<L>Swinging &s;low with &s;ullen roar;</L>
<L>Or if the Ayr will not permit,</L>
<L>Som &s;till removed place will fit,</L>
<L>Where glowing Embers through the room</L>
<L>Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,</L>
<L>Far from all re&s;ort of mirth,</L>
<L>Save the Cricket on the hearth,</L>
<L>Or the Belmans drou&s;ie charm,</L>
<L>To ble&s;s the dores from nightly harm:</L>
<L>Or let my Lamp at midnight hour,</L>
<L>Be &s;een in &s;om high lonely Towr,</L>
<L>Where I may oft out-watch the <HI>Bear,</HI></L>
<L>With thrice great <HI>Hermes,</HI> or un&s;phear</L>
<L>The &s;pirit of <HI>Plato</HI> to unfold</L>
<L>What Worlds, or what va&s;t Regions hold</L>
<L>The immortal mind that hath for&s;ook</L>
<L>Her man&s;ion in this fle&s;hly nook:</L>
<L>And of tho&s;e <HI>Daemons</HI> that are found</L>
<L>In fire, air, flood, or under ground,</L>
<L><PB N="41" REF="25">
Who&s;e power hath a true con&s;ent</L>
<L>With Planet, or with Element.</L>
<L>Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy</L>
<L>In Scepter'd Pall com &s;weeping by.</L>
<L>Pre&s;enting <HI>Thebs,</HI> or <HI>Pelops</HI> line,</L>
<L>Or the tale of <HI>Troy</HI> divine.</L>
<L>Or what (though rare) of later age,</L>
<L>Ennobled hath the Buskind &s;tage.</L>
<L>But, O &s;ad Virgin, that thy power</L>
<L>Might rai&s;e <HI>Mu&s;aeus</HI> from his bower,</L>
<L>Or bid the &s;oul of <HI>Orpheus</HI> &s;ing</L>
<L>Such notes as warbled to the &s;tring.</L>
<L>Drew Iron tears down <HI>Pluto</HI>'s cheek,</L>
<L>And made Hell grant what Love did &s;eek.</L>
<L>Or call up him that left half told</L>
<L>The &s;tory of <HI>Cambu&s;can</HI> bold,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Camball,</HI> and of <HI>Algar&s;ife,</HI></L>
<L>And who had <HI>Canace</HI> to wife,</L>
<L>That own'd the vertuous Ring and Gla&s;s.</L>
<L>And of the wondrous Hors of Bra&s;s,</L>
<L>On which the <HI>Tartar</HI> King did ride;</L>
<L>And if ought els, great <HI>Bards</HI> be&s;ide&punc;</L>
<L>In &s;age and &s;olemn tunes have &s;ung&punc;</L>
<L>Of Turneys and of Trophies hung&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="26">
Of Fore&s;ts, and inchantments drear,</L>
<L>Where more is meant then meets the ear.</L>
<L>Thus night oft &s;ee me in thy pale career,</L>
<L>Till civil-&s;uited Morn appeer,</L>
<L>Not trickt and frounc't as &s;he was wont,</L>
<L>With the Attick Boy to hunt,</L>
<L>But Cherchef't in a comly Cloud,</L>
<L>While rocking Winds are Piping loud,</L>
<L>Or u&s;her'd with a &s;hower &s;till,</L>
<L>When the gu&s;t hath blown his fill,</L>
<L>Ending on the ru&s;sling Leaves,</L>
<L>With minute drops from off the Eaves&punc;</L>
<L>And when the Sun begins to fling</L>
<L>His flaring beams, me Goddes bring</L>
<L>To arched walks of twilight groves,</L>
<L>And &s;hadows brown that <HI>Sylvan</HI> loves</L>
<L>Of Pine, or monumental Oake,</L>
<L>Where the rude Ax with heaved &s;troke,</L>
<L>Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt,</L>
<L>Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.</L>
<L>There in clo&s;e covert by &s;om Brook,</L>
<L>Where no profaner eye may look,</L>
<L>Hide me from Day's gari&s;h eie,</L>
<L>While the Bee with Honied thie,</L>
<L><PB N="43" REF="26">
That at her flowry work doth &s;ing&punc;</L>
<L>And the Waters murmuring</L>
<L>With &s;uch con&s;ort as they keep,</L>
<L>Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;</L>
<L>And let &s;om &s;trange my&s;terious dream,</L>
<L>Wave at his Wings in Airy &s;tream,</L>
<L>Of lively portrature di&s;play'd,</L>
<L>Softly on my eye-lids laid.</L>
<L>And as I wake, &s;weet mu&s;ick breath</L>
<L>Above, about, or underneath,</L>
<L>Sent by &s;om &s;pirit to mortals good,</L>
<L>Or th'un&s;een Genius of the Wood.</L>
<L>But let my due feet never fail,</L>
<L>To walk the &s;tudious Cloy&s;ters pale,</L>
<L>And love the high embowed Roof,</L>
<L>With antick Pillars ma&s;&s;y proof,</L>
<L>And &s;toried Windows richly dight,</L>
<L>Ca&s;ting a dimm religious light.</L>
<L>There let the pealing Organ blow,</L>
<L>To the full voic'd Quire below,</L>
<L>In Service high, and Anthems cleer,</L>
<L>As may with &s;weetnes, through mine ear,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olve me into exta&s;ies,</L>
<L>And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="44" REF="27">
And may at la&s;t my weary age</L>
<L>Find out the peacefull hermitage,</L>
<L>The Hairy Gown and Mo&s;&s;y Cell,</L>
<L>Where I may &s;it and rightly &s;pell,</L>
<L>Of every Star that Heav'n doth &s;hew,</L>
<L>And every Herb that &s;ips the dew;</L>
<L>Till old experience do attain</L>
<L>To &s;omthing like Prophetic &s;train.</L>
<L>The&s;e plea&s;ures <HI>Melancholy</HI> give,</L>
<L>And I with thee will choo&s;e to live.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>SONNETS.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray</L>
<L>Warbl'&s;t at eeve, when all the Woods are &s;till,</L>
<L>Thou with fre&s;h hope the Lovers heart do&s;t fill,</L>
<L>While the jolly hours lead on propitious <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>Thy liquid notes that clo&s;e the eye of Day,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t heard before the &s;hallow Cuccoo's bill</L>
<L>Portend &s;ucce&s;s in love; O if <HI>Jove</HI>'s will</L>
<L>Have linkt that amorous power to thy &s;oft lay,</L>
<L>Now timely &s;ing, ere the rude Bird of Hate</L>
<L>Foretell my hopeles doom in &s;om Grove ny:</L>
<L>As thou from yeer to yeer ha&s;t &s;ung too late</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="27">
For my relief; yet had&s;t no rea&s;on why,</L>
<L>Whether the Mu&s;e, or Love call thee his mate,</L>
<L>Both them I &s;erve, and of their train am I.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>L'herbo&s;a val di Rheno, e il <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">obil varc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&punc;</L>
<L>Ben &egrave; colui d'ogni valore &s;carco</L>
<L>Qual tuo &s;pirto gentil non innamora,</L>
<L>Che dolcemente mo&s;tra &s;i di fuora</L>
<L>De &s;uoi atti &s;oavi giamai parco,</L>
<L>E i don', che &s;on d'amor &s;aette ed arc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> onde l'alta tua virt&ugrave; s'infiora.</L>
<L>Quando tu vaga parli, o lieta canti</L>
<L>Che mover po&s;&s;a duro alpe&s;tre legno,</L>
<L>Guardi cia&s;cun a gli occhi, ed a gli orecchi</L>
<L>L'entrata, chi di te &s;i truova indegno;</L>
<L>Gratia &s;ola di &s;&ugrave; gli vaglia, inanti</L>
<L>Che'l di&s;io amoro&s;o al cuor s'invecchi.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>Qual in colle a&s;pro, al imbrunir di &s;era</L>
<L>L'avezza giovinetta pa&s;torella</L>
<L>Va bagnando l'herbetta &s;trana e bella</L>
<L>Che mal &s;i &s;pande a di&s;u&s;ata &s;pera</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="28">
Fuor di &s;ua natia alma primavera,</L>
<L>Co&s;i Amor meco in&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> la lingua &s;nella</L>
<L>De&s;ta il fior novo di &s;trania favella,</L>
<L>Mentre io di te, vezzo&s;amente altera,</L>
<L>Canto, dal mio buon popol non inte&s;o</L>
<L>E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno.</L>
<L>Amor lo vol&s;e, ed io a l'altrui pe&s;o</L>
<L>Seppi ch'Amor co&s;a mai vol&s;e indarno.</L>
<L>Deh! fo&s;s'il mio cuor lento e'l duro &s;en<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>A chi pianta dal ciel &s;i buon terreno.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Canzone.</HEAD>
<L>RIdon&s;i donne e giovani amoro&s;i</L>
<L>M'acco&s;tando&s;i attorno, e perche &s;crivi,</L>
<L>Perche tu &s;crivi in lingua ignota e &s;tra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a</L>
<L>Ver&s;eggiando d'amor, e come t'o&s;i?</L>
<L>Dinne, &s;e la tua &s;peme &s;ia mai vana,</L>
<L>E depen&s;ieri lo miglior t'arrivi;</L>
<L>Co&s;i mi van burlando, altri rivi</L>
<L>Altri lidi t'a&s;pettan, &amp; altre onde</L>
<L>Nelle cui verdi &s;ponde</L>
<L>Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma</L>
<L>L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi</L>
<L>Perche alle &s;palle tue &s;overchia &s;oma?</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">anzon dirotti, e tu per me ri&s;pond<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L><PB N="47" REF="28">
Dicemia Donna, e'l &s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> dir, &egrave; il mio cuore</L>
<L>Que&s;ta &egrave; lingua di cui &s;i vanta Amore.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>Diodati, e te'l dir&ograve; con maraviglia,</L>
<L>Quel ritro&s;o io ch'amor &s;preggiar &s;ol&eacute;a</L>
<L>E de &s;uoi lacci &s;pe&s;&s;o mi rid&eacute;a</L>
<L>Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia&punc;</L>
<L>Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia</L>
<L>M'abbaglian si, ma &s;otto nova idea</L>
<L>Pellegrin a bellezza che'l cuor bea,</L>
<L>Portamenti alti hone&s;ti, e nelle ciglia</L>
<L>Quel &s;ereno fulgor d'amabil nero,</L>
<L>Parole adorne di lingua piu d'una,</L>
<L>E'l cantar che di mezzo l'hemi&s;pero</L>
<L>Traviar ben pu&ograve; la fatico&s;a Luna,</L>
<L>E degli occhi &s;uoi auventa &s;i gran fuo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o</L>
<L>Che l'incerar gli orecchi mi fia poco.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>Per certo i bei vo&s;tr'occhi Donna mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>E&s;&s;er non puo che non <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ian lo mio &s;ole</L>
<L>Si mi percuoton forte, come ei &s;uol<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="48" REF="29">
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne &s;enti pria)</L>
<L>Da quel lato &s;i &s;pinge ove mi duole,</L>
<L>Che for&s;e amanti nelle lor parole</L>
<L>Chiaman &s;o&s;pir; io non &s;o che &s;i &s;ia:</L>
<L>Parte rinchiu&s;a, e turbida fi cela</L>
<L>Sco&s;&s;o mi il petto, e poi n'u&s;cendo poco</L>
<L>Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiela;</L>
<L>Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco</L>
<L>Tutte le notti a me &s;uol far piovo&s;e</L>
<L>Finche mia Alba rivien colma di ro&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>Giovane piano, e &s;emplicetto amante</L>
<L>Poi che fuggir me &s;te&s;&s;o in dubbio &s;ono,</L>
<L>Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono</L>
<L>Far&ograve; divoto; io certo a prove tante</L>
<L>L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, co&s;ta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">te,</L>
<L>De pen&s;ieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono;</L>
<L>Quando rugge il gran mondo, e &s;cocca il tuono,</L>
<L>S'arma di &s;e, e d' intero diamante,</L>
<L>Tanto del for&s;e, e d' invidia &s;icuro,</L>
<L>Di timori, e &s;peranze al popol u&s;e</L>
<L>Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago,</L>
<L>E di cetra &s;onora, e delle mu&s;e:</L>
<L>Sol troverete in tal parte men duro</L>
<L>Ove Amor mi&s;e l'in&s;anabil ago.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<PB N="49" REF="29">
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>How &s;oon hath Time the &s;uttle theef of youth,</L>
<L>Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer!</L>
<L>My ha&s;ting dayes flie on with full career,</L>
<L>But my late &s;pring no bud or blo&s;&s;om &s;hew'th.</L>
<L>Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth,</L>
<L>That I to manhood am arriv'd &s;o near,</L>
<L>And inward ripenes doth much le&s;s appear,</L>
<L>That &s;om more timely-happy &s;pirits indu'th&punc;</L>
<L>Yet be it le&s;s or more, or &s;oon or &s;low,</L>
<L>It &s;hall be &s;till in &s;tricte&s;t mea&s;ure eev'n,</L>
<L>To that &s;ame lot, however mean, or high,</L>
<L>Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n;</L>
<L>All is, if I have grace to u&s;e it &s;o,</L>
<L>As ever in my great task Ma&s;ters eye.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,</L>
<L>Who&s;e chance on the&s;e defencele&s;s dores may &s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>If ever deed of honour did thee plea&s;e,</L>
<L>Guard them, and him within protect from harms&punc;</L>
<L>He can requite thee, for he knows the charms</L>
<L>That call Fame on &s;uch gentle acts as the&s;e,</L>
<L>And he can &s;pred thy Name o're Lands and Seas,</L>
<L>What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms.</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="30">
Lift not thy &s;pear again&s;t the Mu&s;es Bowre,</L>
<L>The great <HI>Emathian</HI> Conqueror bid &s;pare</L>
<L>The hou&s;e of <HI>Pindarus,</HI> when Temple and Towre</L>
<L>Went to the ground: And the repeated air</L>
<L>Of &s;ad <HI>Electra's</HI> Poet had the power</L>
<L>To &s;ave th'<HI>Athenian</HI> Walls from ruine bare.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>Lady that in the prime of earlie&s;t youth,</L>
<L>Wi&s;ely ha&s;t &s;hun'd the broad way and the green,</L>
<L>And with tho&s;e few art eminently &s;een,</L>
<L>That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth,</L>
<L>The better part with <HI>Mary,</HI> and the <HI>Ruth,</HI></L>
<L>Cho&s;en thou ha&s;t, and they that overween,</L>
<L>And at thy growing vertues fret their &s;pleen,</L>
<L>No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.</L>
<L>Thy care is fixt, and zealou&s;ly attends</L>
<L>To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,</L>
<L>And Hope that reaps not &s;hame. Therefore be &s;ure</L>
<L>Thou, when the Bridegroom with his &s;ea&s;tfull friends</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;es to bli&s;s at the mid hour of night,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wi&s;e and pure.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<PB N="51" REF="30">
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>Daughter to that good Earl, once Pre&s;ident</L>
<L>Of <HI>Englands</HI> Coun&s;el, and her Trea&s;ury,</L>
<L>Who liv'd in both, un&s;tain'd with gold or fee,</L>
<L>And left them both, more in him&s;elf content,</L>
<L>Till the &s;ad breaking of that Parlament</L>
<L>Broke him, as that di&s;hone&s;t victory</L>
<L>At <HI>Chaeron<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a,</HI> fatal to liberty</L>
<L>Kil'd with report that Old man eloquent,</L>
<L>Though later born, then to have known the dayes</L>
<L>Wherin your Father flouri&s;ht, yet by you</L>
<L>Madam, me thinks I &s;ee him living yet;</L>
<L>So well your words his noble vertues prai&s;e,</L>
<L>That all both judge you to relate them true,</L>
<L>And to po&s;&s;e&s;s them, Honour'd <HI>Margaret&punc;</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<HEAD>Arcades.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Part of an entertainment pre&s;ented to the Counte&s;s Dowager of <HI>Darby</HI> at <HI>Harefi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ld,</HI> by &s;om Noble per&s;ons of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pa&s;toral habit, moving toward the &s;eat of State, with this Song.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>1. <HI>SONG.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LOok Nymphs, and Shepherds look,</L>
<L>What &s;udden blaze of maje&s;ty</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="31">
Is that which we from hence de&s;cry</L>
<L>Too divine to be mi&s;took:</L>
<L>This this is &s;he</L>
<L>To whom our vows and wi&s;hes bend,</L>
<L>Heer our &s;olemn &s;earch hath end.</L>
<L><HI>Fame</HI> that her high worth to rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Seem'd er&s;t &s;o lavi&s;h and profu&s;e,</L>
<L>We may ju&s;tly now accu&s;e</L>
<L>Of detraction from her prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Le&s;s then half we find expre&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Envy</HI> bid conceal the re&s;t.</L>
<L>Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">k what radiant &s;tate &s;he &s;preds,</L>
<L>In circle round her &s;hining throne,</L>
<L>Shooting her beams like &s;ilver threds,</L>
<L>This this is &s;he alone,</L>
<L>Sitting like a Goddes bright,</L>
<L>In the center of her light.</L>
<L>Might &s;he the wi&s;e <HI>Latona</HI> be,</L>
<L>Or the towred <HI>Cybele,</HI></L>
<L>Mother of a hunderd gods;</L>
<L><HI>Juno</HI> dare's not give her odds;</L>
<L>Who had thought this clime had held</L>
<L>A deity &s;o unparalel'd&punc;</L>
</LG>
<STAGE><PB N="53" REF="31">
As they com forward, the Genius of the Wood appears, and turning toward them, &s;peaks.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GEn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay gentle Swains, for though in this di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>I &s;ee bright honour &s;parkle through your eyes,</L>
<L>Of famous <HI>Ar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ady</HI> ye are, and &s;prung</L>
<L>Of that renowned flood, &s;o often &s;ung,</L>
<L>Divine <HI>Alpheus,</HI> who by &s;ecret &s;lu&s;e,</L>
<L>Stole under Seas to meet his <HI>Arethu&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>And ye the breathing Ro&s;es of the Wood,</L>
<L>Fair &s;ilver-buskind Nymphs as great and good,</L>
<L>I know this que&s;t of yours, and free intent</L>
<L>Was all in honour and devotion ment</L>
<L>To the great Mi&s;tres of yon princely &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Whom with low reverence I adore as mine,</L>
<L>And with all helpful &s;ervice will comply</L>
<L>To further this nights glad &s;olemnity;</L>
<L>And lead ye where ye may more neer behold</L>
<L>What &s;hallow-&s;earching <HI>Fame</HI> hath left untold&punc;</L>
<L>Which I full oft amid&s;t the&s;e &s;hades alone</L>
<L>Have &s;ate to wonder at, and gaze upon:</L>
<L>For know by lot from <HI>Jove</HI> I am the powr</L>
<L>Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak'n bowr&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="32">
To nur&s;e the Saplings tall, and curl the grove</L>
<L>With Ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.</L>
<L>And all my Plants I &s;ave from nightly ill,</L>
<L>Of noi&s;om winds, and bla&s;ting vapours chill.</L>
<L>And from the Boughs bru&s;h off the evil dew,</L>
<L>And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew,</L>
<L>Or what the cro&s;s dire-looking Planet &s;mites,</L>
<L>Or hurtfull Worm with canker d venom bites.</L>
<L>When Eev'ning gray doth ri&s;e, I fetch my round</L>
<L>Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground&punc;</L>
<L>And early ere the odorous breath of morn</L>
<L>Awakes the &s;lumbring leaves, or ta&s;&s;eld horn</L>
<L>Shakes the high thicket, ha&s;te I all about,</L>
<L>Number my ranks, and vi&s;it every &s;prout</L>
<L>With pui&s;&s;ant words, and murmurs made to ble&s;s,</L>
<L>But els in deep of night when drow&s;ines</L>
<L>Hath lockt up mortal &s;en&s;e, then li&s;ten I</L>
<L>To the cele&s;tial <HI>Sirens</HI> harmony,</L>
<L>That &s;it upon the nine enfolded Sphears,</L>
<L>And &s;ing to tho&s;e that hold the vital &s;hears,</L>
<L>And turn the Adamantine &s;pindle round,</L>
<L>On which the fate of gods and men is wound.</L>
<L>Such &s;weet compul&s;ion doth in mu&s;ick ly,</L>
<L>To lull the daughters of <HI>Nece&s;&s;ity,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="55" REF="32">
And keep un&s;teddy Nature to her law,</L>
<L>And the low world in mea&s;ur'd motion draw</L>
<L>After the heavenly tune, which none can hear</L>
<L>Of human mould with gro&s;&s;e unpurged ear;</L>
<L>And yet &s;uch mu&s;ick worthie&s;t were to blaze</L>
<L>The peerles height of her immortal prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Who&s;e lu&s;tre leads us, and for her mo&s;t fit,</L>
<L>If my inferior hand or voice could hit</L>
<L>Inimitable &s;ounds, yet as we go,</L>
<L>What ere the skill of le&s;&s;er gods can &s;how&punc;</L>
<L>I will a&s;&s;ay, her worth to celebrate,</L>
<L>And &s;o attend ye toward her glittering &s;tate;</L>
<L>Where ye may all that are of noble &s;temm</L>
<L>Approach, and ki&s;s her &s;acred ve&s;tures hemm&punc;</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>2. <HI>SONG.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O'Re the &s;mooth enameld green</L>
<L>Where no print of &s;tep hath been,</L>
<L>Follow me as I &s;ing,</L>
<L>And touch the warbled &s;tring.</L>
<L>Under the &s;hady roof</L>
<L>Of branching Elm Star-proof.</L>
<L>Follow me,</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="33">
I will bring you where &s;he fits,</L>
<L>Clad in &s;plendor as befits</L>
<L>Her deity.</L>
<L>Such a rural Queen</L>
<L>All <HI>Arcadia</HI> hath not &s;een.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>3. <HI>SONG.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NYmphs and Shepherds dance no more</L>
<L>By &s;andy <HI>Ladons</HI> Lillied banks.</L>
<L>On old <HI>Lycaeus</HI> or <HI>Cyllene</HI> hoar,</L>
<L>Trip no more in twilight ranks,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Erymanth</HI> your lo&s;s deplore,</L>
<L>A better &s;oyl &s;hall give ye thanks.</L>
<L>From the &s;tony <HI>Maenalus,</HI></L>
<L>Bring your Flocks, and live with us,</L>
<L>Here ye &s;hall have greater grace,</L>
<L>To &s;erve the Lady of this place.</L>
<L>Though <HI>Syrinx</HI> your <HI>Paus</HI> Mi&s;tres were,</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Syrinx</HI> well might wait on her.</L>
<L>Such a rural Queen</L>
<L>All <HI>Arcadia</HI> hath not &s;een.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="57" REF="33">
<HEAD>Lycidas.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunatly drown'd in his Pa&s;&s;age from <HI>Che&s;ter</HI> on the <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Seas, 1637. And by occa&s;ion foretels the ruine of our corrupted Clergy then in their height.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YEt once more, O ye Laurels, and once more</L>
<L>Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-&s;ear,</L>
<L>I com to pluck your Berries har&s;h and crude,</L>
<L>And with forc'd fingers rude,</L>
<L>Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year&punc;</L>
<L>Bitter con&s;traint, and &s;ad occa&s;ion dear,</L>
<L>Compels me to di&s;turb your &s;ea&s;on due:</L>
<L>For <HI>Lycidas</HI> is dead, dead ere his prime</L>
<L>Young <HI>Lycidas,</HI> and hath not left his peer&punc;</L>
<L>Who would not &s;ing for <HI>Lycidas?</HI> he knew</L>
<L>Him&s;elf to &s;ing, and build the lo&s;ty rhyme.</L>
<L>He mu&s;t not flote upon his watry bear</L>
<L>Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,</L>
<L>Without the meed of &s;om melodious tear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Begin then, Si&s;ters of the &s;acred well,</L>
<L>That from beneath the &s;eat of <HI>Jove</HI> doth &s;pring,</L>
<L>Begin, and &s;omwhat loudly &s;weep the &s;tring.</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="34">
Hence with denial vain, and coy excu&s;e,</L>
<L>So may &s;om gentle Mu&s;e</L>
<L>With lucky words favour my de&s;tin'd Urn,</L>
<L>And as he pa&s;&s;es turn,</L>
<L>And bid fair peace be to my &s;able &s;hrowd.</L>
<L>For we were nur&s;t upon the &s;elf-&s;ame hill,</L>
<L>Fed the &s;ame flock; by fountain, &s;hade, and rill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Together both, ere the high Lawns appear'd</L>
<L>Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,</L>
<L>We drove a field, and both together heard</L>
<L>What time the Gray-fly winds her &s;ultry horn,</L>
<L>Batt'ning our flocks with the fre&s;h dews of night,</L>
<L>Oft till the Star that ro&s;e, at Ev'ning, bright</L>
<L>Toward Heav'ns de&s;cent had &s;lop'd his we&s;tering wheel.</L>
<L>Mean while the Rural ditties were not mute,</L>
<L>Temper'd to th'Oaten Flute,</L>
<L>Rough <HI>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tyrs</HI> danc'd, and <HI>Fauns</HI> with clov'n heel,</L>
<L>From the glad &s;ound would not be ab&s;ent long,</L>
<L>And old <HI>Damoetas</HI> lov'd to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ear our &s;ong.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But O the heavy change, now thou art gon,</L>
<L>Now thou art gon, and never mu&s;t return&punc;</L>
<L>Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and de&s;ert Caves&punc;</L>
<L>With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">regrown,</L>
<L>And all their echoes mourn.</L>
<L><PB N="59" REF="34">
The Willows, and the Hazle Cop&s;es green,</L>
<L>Shall now no more be &s;een,</L>
<L>Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy &s;oft layes.</L>
<L>As killing as the Canker to the Ro&s;e,</L>
<L>Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze.</L>
<L>Or Fro&s;t to Flowers, that their gay wardrop wear,</L>
<L>When fir&s;t the White thorn blows;</L>
<L>Such, <HI>Lycidas,</HI> thy lo&s;s to Shepherds ear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where were ye Nymphs when the remor&s;ele&s;s deep</L>
<L>Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd <HI>Lycidas?</HI></L>
<L>For neither were ye playing on the &s;teep,</L>
<L>Where your old <HI>Bards,</HI> the famous <HI>Druids</HI> &punc;ly,</L>
<L>Nor on the &s;haggy top of <HI>Mona</HI> high,</L>
<L>Nor yet where <HI>Deva</HI> &s;preads her wi&s;ard &s;tream:</L>
<L>Ay me, I fondly dream!</L>
<L>Had ye bin there&mdash;for what could that have don?</L>
<L>What could the Mu&s;e her &s;elf that <HI>Orpheus</HI> bore,</L>
<L>The Mu&s;e her &s;elf, for her inchanting &s;on</L>
<L>Whom Univer&s;al nature did lament,</L>
<L>When by the rout that made the hideous roar,</L>
<L>His goary vi&s;age down the &s;tream was &s;ent,</L>
<L>Down the &s;wift <HI>Hebrus</HI> to the <HI>Letbian</HI> &s;hore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas! What boots it with unce&s;&s;ant care</L>
<L>To tend the homely &s;lighted Shepherds trade,</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="35">
And &s;trictly meditate the thankles Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Were it not better don as others u&s;e,</L>
<L>To &s;port with <HI>Amaryllis</HI> in the &s;hade,</L>
<L>Or with the tangles of <HI>Neaera</HI>'s hair?</L>
<L><HI>Fame</HI> is the &s;pur that the clear &s;pirit doth rai&s;e</L>
<L>(That la&s;t infirmity of Noble mind)</L>
<L>To &s;corn delights, and live laborious dayes;</L>
<L>But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find,</L>
<L>And think to bur&s;t out into &s;udden blaze,</L>
<L>Comes the blind <HI>Fury</HI> with th'abhorred &s;hears,</L>
<L>And &s;lits the thin &s;pun life. But not the prai&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus</HI> repli'd, and touch'd my trembling ears;</L>
<L><HI>Fame</HI> is no plant that grows on mortal &s;oil,</L>
<L>Nor in the gli&s;tering foil</L>
<L>Set off to th'world, nor in broad rumour lies,</L>
<L>But lives and &s;preds aloft by tho&s;e pure eyes,</L>
<L>And perfetwitnes of all judging <HI>Jove;</HI></L>
<L>As he pronounces la&s;tly on each deed,</L>
<L>Of &s;o much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O Fountain <HI>Arcthu&s;e,</HI> and thou honour'd floud,</L>
<L>Smooth-&s;liding <HI>Mincius,</HI> crown'd with vocall reeds.</L>
<L>That &s;train I heard was of a higher mood:</L>
<L>But now my Oate proceeds,</L>
<L>And li&s;tens to the Herald of the Sea</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="35">
That came in <HI>Neptune's</HI> plea,</L>
<L>He ask'd the Waves, and ask'd the Fellon winds,</L>
<L>What hard mi&s;hap hath doom'd this gentle &s;wain?</L>
<L>And que&s;tion'd every gu&s;t of rugged wings</L>
<L>That blows from off each beaked Promontory,</L>
<L>They knew not of his &s;tory,</L>
<L>And &s;age <HI>Hippotades</HI> their an&s;wer brings,</L>
<L>That not a bla&s;t was from his dungeon &s;tray'd,</L>
<L>The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine,</L>
<L>Sleek <HI>Panope</HI> with all her &s;i&s;ters play'd.</L>
<L>It was that fatall and perfidious Bark</L>
<L>Built in th'eclip&s;e, and rigg'd with cur&s;es dark,</L>
<L>That &s;unk &s;o low that &s;acred head of thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next <HI>Camus,</HI> reverend Sire, went footing &s;low,</L>
<L>His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet &s;edge,</L>
<L>Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge</L>
<L>Like to that &s;anguine flower in&s;crib'd with woe.</L>
<L>Ah! Who hath reft (quoth he) my deare&s;t pledge?</L>
<L>La&s;t came, and la&s;t did go,</L>
<L>The Pilot of the <HI>Galilean</HI> lake,</L>
<L>Two ma&s;&s;y Keyes he bore of metals twain,</L>
<L>(The Golden opes, the Iron &s;huts amain)</L>
<L>He &s;hook his Miter'd locks, and &s;tern be&s;pake,</L>
<L>How well could I have &s;par'd for thee young &s;wain.</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="36">
Anow of &s;uch as for their bellies &s;ake,</L>
<L>Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?</L>
<L>Of other care they little reck'ning make,</L>
<L>Then how to &s;cramble at the &s;hearers fea&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;hove away the worthy bidden gue&s;t.</L>
<L>Blind mouthes! that &s;carce them&s;elves know how to hold</L>
<L>A Sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought els the lea&s;t</L>
<L>That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs!</L>
<L>What recks it them? What need they? They are &s;ped;</L>
<L>And when they li&s;t, their lean and fla&s;hy &s;ongs</L>
<L>Grate on their &s;crannel Pipes of wretched &s;traw,</L>
<L>The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed,</L>
<L>But &s;woln with wind, and the rank mi&s;t they draw,</L>
<L>Rot inwardly, and foul contagion &s;pread:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides what the grim Woolf with privy paw</L>
<L>Daily devours apace, and nothing &s;ed,</L>
<L>But that two-handed engine at the door,</L>
<L>Stands ready to &s;mite once, and &s;mite no more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Return <HI>Alpheus,</HI> the dread voice is pa&s;t,</L>
<L>That &s;hrunk thy &s;treams; Return <HI>Si<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ilian</HI> Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>And call the Vales, and bid them hither ca&s;t</L>
<L>Their Bels, and Flourets of a thou&s;and hues.</L>
<L>Ye valleys low where the milde whi&s;pers u&s;e,</L>
<L>Of &s;hades and wanton winds, and gu&s;hing brooks,</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="36">
On who&s;e fre&s;h lap the &s;wart Star &s;parely looks,</L>
<L>Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes,</L>
<L>That on the green terf &s;uck the honie<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;howres,</L>
<L>And purple all the ground with vernal flowres.</L>
<L>Bring the rathe Primro&s;e that for&s;aken dies.</L>
<L>The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Ge&s;&s;amine,</L>
<L>The white Pink, and the Pan&s;ie freakt with jeat,</L>
<L>The glowing Violet.</L>
<L>The Musk-ro&s;e, and the well attir'd Woodbine,</L>
<L>With Cow&s;lips wan that hang the pen&s;ive hed,</L>
<L>And every flower that &s;ad embroidery wears:</L>
<L>Bid <HI>Amaranthus</HI> all his beauty &s;hed,</L>
<L>And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears,</L>
<L>To &s;trew the Laureat Her&s;e where <HI>Lycid</HI> lies.</L>
<L>For &s;o to interpo&s;e a little ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Let our frail thoughts dally with fal&s;e &s;urmi&s;e.</L>
<L>Ay me! Whil&s;t thee the &s;hores, and &s;ounding Seas</L>
<L>Wa&s;h far away, where ere thy bones are hurld,</L>
<L>Whether beyond the &s;tormy <HI>Hebrides,</HI></L>
<L>Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide</L>
<L>Vi&s;it'&s;t the bottom of the mon&s;trous world;</L>
<L>Or whether thou to our moi&s;t vows deny'd,</L>
<L>Sleep'&s;t by the fable of <HI>Bellerus</HI> old,</L>
<L>Where the great vi&s;ion of the guarded Mount</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="37">
Looks toward <HI>Namancos</HI> and <HI>Bayona</HI>'s hold;</L>
<L>Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.</L>
<L>And, O ye <HI>Dolphins,</HI> waft the haples youth.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more&punc;</L>
<L>For <HI>Lycidas</HI> your &s;orrow is not dead,</L>
<L>Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar,</L>
<L>So &s;inks the day-&s;tar in the Ocean bed,</L>
<L>And yet anon repairs his drooping head,</L>
<L>And tricks his beams, and with new &s;pangled Ore,</L>
<L>Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:</L>
<L>So <HI>Lycidas</HI> &s;unk low, but mounted high,</L>
<L>Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves</L>
<L>Where other groves, and other &s;treams along,</L>
<L>With <HI>Nectar</HI> pure his oozy Lock's he laves,</L>
<L>And hears the unexpre&s;&s;ive nuptiall Song,</L>
<L>In the ble&s;t Kingdoms meek of joy and love.</L>
<L>There entertain him all the Saints above&punc;</L>
<L>In &s;olemn troops, and &s;weet Societies</L>
<L>That &s;ing, and &s;inging in their glory move,</L>
<L>And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes&punc;</L>
<L>Now <HI>Lycidas</HI> the Shepherds weep no more&punc;</L>
<L>Hence forth thou art the Genius of the &s;hore&punc;</L>
<L>In thy large recompen&s;e, and &s;halt be good</L>
<L>To all that wander in that perilous flood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="65" REF="37">
<L>Thus &s;ang the uncouth Swain to th'Okes and rills&punc;</L>
<L>While the &s;till morn went out with Sandals gray,</L>
<L>He touch'd the tender &s;tops of various Quills,</L>
<L>With eager thought warbling his <HI>Dorick</HI> lay:</L>
<L>And now the Sun had &s;tretch'd out all the hills,</L>
<L>And now was dropt into the We&s;tern bay;</L>
<L>At la&s;t he ro&s;e, and twitch'd his Mantle blew:</L>
<L>To morrow to fre&s;h Woods, and Pa&s;tures new&punc;</L>
</LG>
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A MASK Of the &s;ame AUTHOR PRESENTED At <HI>L&V;DLOW</HI>-Ca&s;tle, 1634.</P>
<P>Before The Earl of BRIDGEWATER Then Pre&s;ident of WALES.</P>
<P>Anno Dom. 1645.</P>
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<P>now to offer it up in all rightfull devo|tion to tho&s;e fair Hopes, and rare En|dowments of your much-promi&s;ing Youth, which give a full a&s;&s;urance, to all that know you, of a future excel|lence. Live &s;weet Lord to be the honour of your Name, and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favours been long oblig'd to your mo&s;t honour'd Parents, and as in this repre&s;entation your at|tendant <HI>Thyr&s;is,</HI> &s;o now in all reall expre&s;&s;ion</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your faithfull, and most humble Servant<LB>H. LAWES.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>The C&ograve;py of a Letter Writt'n By Sir HENRY WOOTTON, To the Author, upon the following Poem.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">From the Colledge, this <HI>13.</HI> of April, <HI>1638.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_IT was a &s;pecial favour, when you lately be&s;towed upon me here, the fir&s;t ta&s;te of your acquaintance, though no longer then to make me know that I wanted more time to value it, and to enjoy it rightly; and in truth, if I could then have imagined your farther &s;tay in the&s;e parts, which I under&s;tood afterwards by Mr. <HI>H.,</HI> I would have been bold in our vulgar phra&s;e to mend my draught (for you left me with an extreme thir&s;t) and to have begged your conver|&s;ation again, joyntly with your &s;aid learned Friend, at a poor meal or two, that we might have banded together &s;om good Authors of the antient time: Among which, I ob&s;erved you to have been familiar.</P>
<P>Since your going, you have charg'd me with new Obligations, both for a very kinde Letter from you dated the &s;ixth of this Month, and for a dainty peece of entertainment which came therwith. Wherin I &s;hould much commend the Tragical part, if the Lyrical did not ravi&s;h me with a certain Dorique delicacy in your Songs and Odes, wherunto I mu&s;t
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plainly confe&s;s to have &s;een yet nothing parallel in our Language: <HI>Ip&s;a mollities.</HI> But I mu&s;t not omit to tell you, that I now onely owe you thanks for intimating unto me (how mode&s;tly &s;oever) the true Artificer. For the work it &s;elf, I had view'd &s;om good while before, with &s;ingular delight, ha|ving receiv'd it from our common Friend Mr. <HI>R.</HI> in the very clo&s;e of the late <HI>R</HI>'s Poems, Printed at <HI>Oxford,</HI> wherunto it was added (as I now &s;up|po&s;e) that the Acce&s;&s;ory might help out the Princi|pal, according to the Art of <HI>Stationers,</HI> and to leave the Reader <HI>Con la bocca dolce.</HI></P>
<P>Now Sir, concerning your travels, wherin I may chalenge a little more priviledge of Di&s;cours with you; I &s;uppo&s;e you will not blanch <HI>Paris</HI> in your way; therfore I have been bold to trouble you with a few lines to Mr. <HI>M. B.</HI> whom you &s;hall ea&s;ily find attending the young Lord <HI>S.</HI> as his Gover|nour, and you may &s;urely receive from him good directions for the &s;haping of your farther journey into <HI>Italy,</HI> where he did re&s;ide by my choice &s;om time for the King, after mine own rece&s;s from <HI>Venice.</HI></P>
<P>I &s;hould think that your be&s;t Line will be thorow the whole length of <HI>France</HI> to <HI>Mar&s;eilles,</HI> and thence by Sea to <HI>Genoa,</HI> whence the pa&s;&s;age into <HI>Tu&s;cany</HI> is as Diurnal as a <HI>Grave&s;end</HI> Barge: I ha&s;ten as you do to <HI>Florence,</HI> or <HI>Siena,</HI> the rather to tell you a &s;hort &s;tory from the intere&s;t you have given me in your &s;afety.</P>
<P>At <HI>Siena</HI> I was tabled in the Hou&s;e of one <HI>Al|berto Scipioni</HI> an old <HI>Roman</HI> Courtier in dangerous
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times, having bin Steward to the <HI>Duca di Pagliano,</HI> who with all his Family were &s;trangled, &s;ave this onely man that e&s;cap'd by fore&s;ight of the Tempe&s;t: With him I had often much chat of tho&s;e affairs; Into which he took plea&s;ure to look back from his Native Harbour; and at my departure toward <HI>Rome</HI> (which had been the center of his experience) I had wonn confidence enough to beg his advice, how I might carry my &s;elf &s;ecurely there, without offence of others, or of mine own con&s;cience. <HI>Signor Arrigo mio</HI> (&s;ayes he) <HI>I pen&s;ieri &s;tretti, &amp; il vi&s;o &s;ciolto</HI> will go &s;afely over the whole World: Of which <HI>Delphian</HI> Oracle (for &s;o I have found it) your judgement doth need no commentary; and therfore (Sir) I will commit you with it to the be&s;t of all &s;ecurities, Gods dear love, remaining</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Friend as much at command as any of longer date<LB>Henry Wootton.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>Po&s;t&s;cript.</HEAD>
<P><HI>SIR,</HI> I have expre&s;ly &s;ent this my Foot-boy to pre|vent your departure without &s;om acknowledgement from me of the receipt of your obliging Letter, having my &s;elf through &s;om bu&s;ines, I know not how, neglected the ordinary conveyance. In any part where I &s;hall un|der&s;tand you fixed, I &s;hall be glad, and diligent to en|tertain you with Home-Novelties; even for &s;om fo|mentation of our friend&s;hip, too &s;oon interrupted in the Cradle.</P>
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<HEAD>The Per&s;ons.</HEAD>
<P>The attendant Spirit afterwards in in the habit of <HI>Thyr&s;is.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Comus</HI> with his crew.</P>
<LIST>
<ITEM>The Lady.</ITEM>
<ITEM>1. Brother.</ITEM>
<ITEM>2. Brother.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Sabrina</HI> the Nymph.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<ITEM>The cheif per&s;ons which pre&s;ented, were</ITEM>
<ITEM>The Lord <HI>Bracly,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Thomas Egerton</HI> his Brother,</ITEM>
<ITEM>The Lady <HI>Alice Egerton.</HI></ITEM>
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<HEAD>A MASK PRESENTED At LUDLOW-Ca&s;tle, 1634. &amp;c.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The fir&s;t Scene di&s;covers a wilde Wood.</HEAD>
<STAGE>The attendant Spirit de&s;cends or enters.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>_BEfore the &s;tarry thre&s;hold of <HI>Joves</HI> Court</L>
<L>My man&s;ion is, where tho&s;e immortal &s;hapes</L>
<L>Of bright a&euml;real Spirits live in&s;phear'd</L>
<L>In Regions milde of calm and &s;erene Ayr,</L>
<L>Above the &s;moak and &s;tirr of this dim &s;pot,</L>
<L>Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="42">
Confin'd, and pe&s;ter'd in this pin-fold here&punc;</L>
<L>Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaveri&s;h being</L>
<L>Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives</L>
<L>After this mortal change, to her true Servants</L>
<L>Among&s;t the enthron'd gods on Sainted &s;eats.</L>
<L>Yet &s;om there be that by due &s;teps a&s;pire</L>
<L>To lay their ju&s;t hands on that Golden Key</L>
<L>That ope's the Palace of Eternity:</L>
<L>To &s;nch my errand is, and but for &s;uch,</L>
<L>I would not &s;oil the&s;e pure Ambro&s;ial weeds,</L>
<L>With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But to my task. <HI>Neptune</HI> be&s;ides the &s;way</L>
<L>Of every &s;alt Flood, and each ebbing Stream,</L>
<L>Took in by lot 'twixt high, and neather <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Iles</L>
<L>That like to rich, and various gemms inlay</L>
<L>The unadorned boo&s;om of the Deep,</L>
<L>Which he to grace his tributary gods</L>
<L>By cour&s;e commits to &s;everall goverment,</L>
<L>And gives them leave to wear their Saphire crowns&punc;</L>
<L>And weild their little tridents, but this Ile</L>
<L>The greate&s;t, and the be&s;t of all the main</L>
<L>He quarters to his blu hair'd deities,</L>
<L>And all this tract that front the falling Sun</L>
<L><PB N="77" REF="42">
A noble Peer of mickle tru&s;t, and power</L>
<L>Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide</L>
<L>An old, and haughty Nation proud in Arms:</L>
<L>Where his fair off-&s;pring nurs't in Princely lore,</L>
<L>Are coming to attend their Fathers &s;tate,</L>
<L>And new-entru&s;ted Scepter, but their way</L>
<L>Lies through the perplex't paths of this drear Wood&punc;</L>
<L>The nodding horror of who&s;e &s;hady brows</L>
<L>Threats the forlorn and wandring Pa&s;&s;inger.</L>
<L>And here their tender age might &s;uffer perill,</L>
<L>But that by quick command from Soveran <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>I'was di&s;patcht for their defence, and guard;</L>
<L>And li&s;ten why, for I will tell ye now</L>
<L>What never yet was heard in Tale or Song</L>
<L>From old, or modern Bard in Hall, or Bowr.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Baccbus</HI> that fir&s;t from out the purple Grape,</L>
<L>Cru&s;h't the &s;weet poy&s;on of mi&s;-u&s;ed Wine</L>
<L>After the <HI>Tu&s;can</HI> Mariners transform'd</L>
<L>Coa&s;ting the <HI>Tyrrhene</HI> &s;hore, as the winds li&s;ted,</L>
<L>On <HI>Circes</HI> Iland fell (who knows not <HI>Circe</HI></L>
<L>The daughter of the Sun? Who&s;e charmed Cup</L>
<L>Whoever ta&s;ted, lo&s;t his upright &s;hape,</L>
<L>And downward fell into a groveling Swine)</L>
<L>This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clu&s;tring locks,</L>
<L><PB N="78" REF="43">
With Ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth,</L>
<L>Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son</L>
<L>Much like his Father, but his Mother more,</L>
<L>Whom therfore &s;he brought up and <HI>Comus</HI> nam'd,</L>
<L>Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age,</L>
<L>Roaving the <HI>Celtick,</HI> and <HI>Iberian</HI> fields,</L>
<L>At la&s;t betakes him to this ominous Wood,</L>
<L>And in thick &s;helter of black &s;hades imbowr'd,</L>
<L>Excells hi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Mother at her mighty Art,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ffring to every weary Travailer,</L>
<L>His orient liquor in a Cry&s;tal Gla&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To quench the drouth of <HI>Phoebus,</HI> which as they ta&s;te</L>
<L>(For mo&s;t do <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e through fond intemperate thir&s;t)</L>
<L>Soon as the Potion works, their human count'rance,</L>
<L>Th'expre&s;s re&s;emblance of the gods, is chang'd</L>
<L>Into &s;om bruti&s;h form of Woolf, or Bear,</L>
<L>Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat,</L>
<L>All other parts remaining as they were,</L>
<L>And they, &s;o perfect is their mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>Not once perceive their foul disfigurement,</L>
<L>But boa&s;t them&s;elves more comely then before</L>
<L>And all their friends, and native home forget</L>
<L>To roule with plea&s;ure in a &s;en&s;ual &s;tie.</L>
<L>Therfore when any favour'd of high <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="79" REF="43">
Chances to pa&s;&s;e through this adventrous glade,</L>
<L>Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star,</L>
<L>I &s;hoot from Heav'n to give him &s;afe convoy,</L>
<L>As now I do: But fir&s;t I mu&s;t put off</L>
<L>The&s;e my skierobes &s;pun out of <HI>Iris</HI> Wooff,</L>
<L>And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain,</L>
<L>That to the &s;ervice of this hou&s;e belongs,</L>
<L>Who with his &s;o&s;t Pipe, and &s;mooth-dittied Song,</L>
<L>Well knows to &s;till the wilde winds when they roar,</L>
<L>And hu&s;h the waving Woods, nor of le&s;&s;e faith,</L>
<L>And in this office of his Mountain watch,</L>
<L>Likelie&s;t, and neere&s;t to the pre&s;ent ayd</L>
<L>Of this occa&s;ion. But I hear the tread</L>
<L>Of hatefull &s;teps, I mu&s;t be viewles now.</L>
</LG>
<STAGE><HI>Comus</HI> enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, his Gla&s;s in the other, with him a rout of Mon|&s;ters headed like &s;undry &s;orts of wilde Bea&s;ts, but otherwi&s;e like Men and Women, their Ap|parel glistring, they com in making a riotous and unruly noi&s;e, with Torches in their hands.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Comus.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Star that bids the Shepherd fold,</L>
<L>Now the top of Heav'n doth hold,</L>
<L>And the gilded Car of Day,</L>
<L>His glowing Axle doth allay</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="44">
In the &s;teep <HI>Atlantick</HI> &s;tream,</L>
<L>And the &s;lope Sun his upward beam</L>
<L>Shoots again&s;t the dusky Pole&punc;</L>
<L>Pacing toward the other gole</L>
<L>Of his Chamber in the Ea&s;t.</L>
<L>Mean while welcom Joy, and Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>Midnight &s;hout, and revelry,</L>
<L>Tip&s;ie dance, and Jollity.</L>
<L>Braid your Locks with ro&s;ie Twine</L>
<L>Dropping odours, dropping Wine.</L>
<L>Rigor now is gon to bed,</L>
<L>And Advice with &s;crupulous head,</L>
<L>Strict Age, and &s;owre Severity,</L>
<L>With their grave Saws in &s;lumber ly.</L>
<L>We that are of purer fire&punc;</L>
<L>I mitate the Starry Quire,</L>
<L>Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears,</L>
<L>Lead in &s;wift round the Months and Years.</L>
<L>The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove</L>
<L>Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move,</L>
<L>And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,</L>
<L>Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;</L>
<L>By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,</L>
<L>The Wood-Nymohs deckt with Dai&s;ies trim,</L>
<L><PB N="81" REF="44">
Their merry wakes and pa&s;times keep&punc;</L>
<L>What hath night to do with &s;leep?</L>
<L>Night hath better &s;weets to prove,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> now wakes, and wak'ns Love.</L>
<L>Com let us our rights begin,</L>
<L>Tis onely day-light that makes Sin</L>
<L>Which the&s;e dun &s;hades will ne're report.</L>
<L>Hail Godde&s;&s;e of Nocturnal &s;port</L>
<L>Dark vaild <HI>Cotytto,</HI> t'whom the &s;ecret flame</L>
<L>Of mid-night Torches burns; my&s;terious Dame</L>
<L>That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom</L>
<L>Of Stygian darknes &s;pets her thicke&s;t gloom,</L>
<L>And makes one blot of all the ayr,</L>
<L>Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair,</L>
<L>Wherin thou rid'&s;t with <HI>Hecat',</HI> and befriend</L>
<L>Us thy vow'd Prie&s;ts, till utmo&s;t end</L>
<L>Of all thy due be done, and none left out&punc;</L>
<L>Ere the blabbing Ea&s;tern &s;cout,</L>
<L>The nice Morn on th' <HI>Indian</HI> &s;teep</L>
<L>From her cabin'd loop hole peep,</L>
<L>And to the tel-tale Sun di&s;cry</L>
<L>Our conceal'd Solemnity.</L>
<L>Com, knit hands, and beat the ground,</L>
<L>In a light fanta&s;tick round.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="82" REF="45">
The Mea&s;ure.</STAGE>
<L>Break off, break off, I feel the different pace,</L>
<L>Of &s;om cha&s;t footing neer about this ground,</L>
<L>Run to your &s;hrouds, within the&s;e Brakes and Trees,</L>
<L>Our number may affright: Som Virgin &s;ure</L>
<L>(For &s;o can di&s;tingui&s;h by mine Art)</L>
<L>Benighted in the&s;e Woods. Now to my charms,</L>
<L>And to my wily trains, I &s;hall e're long</L>
<L>Be well &s;tock't with as fair a herd as graz'd</L>
<L>About my Mother <HI>Circe.</HI> Thus I hurl</L>
<L>My dazling Spells into the &s;pungy ayr,</L>
<L>Of power to cheat the eye with blear illu&s;ion,</L>
<L>And give it fal&s;e pre&s;entments, le&s;t the place</L>
<L>And my quaint habits breed a&s;toni&s;hment,</L>
<L>And put the Dam&s;el to &s;u&s;picious flight,</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t not be, for that's again&s;t my cour&s;e;</L>
<L>I under fair pretence of friendly ends,</L>
<L>And well plac't words of glozing courte&s;ie</L>
<L>Baited with rea&s;ons not unplau&s;ible</L>
<L>Wind me into the ea&s;ie-hearted man,</L>
<L>And hugg him into &s;nares. When once her eye</L>
<L>Hath met the vertue of this Magick du&s;t,</L>
<L>I &s;hall appear &s;om harmles Villager</L>
<L>Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="83" REF="45">
But here &s;he comes, I fairly &s;tep a&s;ide</L>
<L>And hearken, if I may, her bu&s;ines here.</L>
<STAGE>The Lady enters.</STAGE>
<L>This way the noi&s;e was, if mine ear be true,</L>
<L>My be&s;t guide now, me thought it was the &s;ound</L>
<L>Of Riot, and ill manag'd Merriment,</L>
<L>Such as the jocond Flute, or game&s;om Pipe</L>
<L>Stirs up among the loo&s;e unleter'd Hinds,</L>
<L>When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full</L>
<L>In wanton dance they prai&s;e the bounteous <HI>Pan,</HI></L>
<L>And thank the gods ami&s;s. I &s;hould be loath</L>
<L>To meet the rudene&s;&s;e, and &s;will'd in&s;olence</L>
<L>Of &s;uch late Wa&s;&s;ailers; yet O where els</L>
<L>Shall I inform my unacquainted feet</L>
<L>In the blind maze of this tangl'd Wood?</L>
<L>My Brothers when they &s;aw me wearied out</L>
<L>With this long way, re&s;olving here to lodge</L>
<L>Under the &s;preading favour of the&s;e Pines,</L>
<L>Stept as they &s;e'd to the next Thicket &s;ide</L>
<L>To bring me Berries, or &s;uch cooling fruit</L>
<L>As the kind ho&s;pitable Woods provide.</L>
<L>They left me then, when the gray-hooded Eev'n</L>
<L>Like a &s;ad Votari&s;t in Palmers weed</L>
<L><PB N="84" REF="46">
Ro&s;e from the hindmo&s;t wheels of <HI>Phoebus</HI> wain.</L>
<L>But where they are, and why they came not back,</L>
<L>Is now the labour of my thoughts, 'tis likelie&s;t</L>
<L>They had ingag'd their wandring &s;teps too far,</L>
<L>And envious darknes, e're they could return,</L>
<L>Had &s;tole them from me, els O theevi&s;h Night</L>
<L>Why &s;hould&s;t thou, but for &s;om fellonious end,</L>
<L>In thy dark lantern thus clo&s;e up the Stars,</L>
<L>That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their Lamps</L>
<L>With everla&s;ting oil, to give due light</L>
<L>To the mi&s;led and lonely Travailer?</L>
<L>This is the place, as well as I may gue&s;s,</L>
<L>Whence eev'n now the tumult of loud Mirth</L>
<L>Was rife, and perfet in my li&s;t'ning ear,</L>
<L>Yet nought but &s;ingle darknes do I find&punc;</L>
<L>What might this be? A thou&s;and fanta&s;ies</L>
<L>Begin to throng into my memory</L>
<L>Of calling &s;hapes, and beckning &s;hadows dire,</L>
<L>And airy tongues, that &s;yllable mens names</L>
<L>On Sands, and Shoars, and de&s;ert Wilderne&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>The&s;e thoughts may &s;tartle well, but not a&s;tound</L>
<L>The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended</L>
<L>By a &s;trong &s;iding champion Con&s;cience.&mdash;</L>
<L>O welcom pure ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,</L>
<L><PB N="85" REF="46">
Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings,</L>
<L>And thou unblemi&s;h't form of Cha&s;tity,</L>
<L>I &s;ee ye vi&s;ibly, and now beleeve</L>
<L>That he, the Supreme good, t'whom all things ill</L>
<L>Are but as &s;lavi&s;h officers of vengeance,</L>
<L>Would &s;end a gli&s;tring Guardian if need were</L>
<L>To keep my life and honour una&s;&s;ail'd.</L>
<L>Was I deceiv'd, or did a &s;able cloud</L>
<L>Turn forth her &s;ilver lining on the night?</L>
<L>I did not err, there does a &s;able cloud</L>
<L>Turn forth her &s;ilver lining on the night,</L>
<L>And ca&s;ts a gleam over this tufted Grove.</L>
<L>I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but</L>
<L>Such noi&s;e as I can make to be heard farthe&s;t</L>
<L>Ile venter, for my new enliv'nd &s;pirits</L>
<L>Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.</L>
</SP>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Sweet Echo, &s;weete&s;t Nympb that liv'&s;t un&s;een</L>
<L>Within thy airy &s;hell</L>
<L>By &s;low <HI>Meander's</HI> margent green,</L>
<L>And in the violet imbroider'd vale</L>
<L>Where the love-lorn Nightingale</L>
<L>Nightly to thee her &s;ad Song mourneth well.</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="47">
C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;t thou not tell me of a gentle Pair</L>
<L>That like&s;t thy <HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> are?</L>
<L>O if thou have</L>
<L>Hid them in &s;om flowry Cave,</L>
<L>Tell me but where</L>
<L>Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear&punc;</L>
<L>So mai&s;t thou be tran&s;lated to the skies,</L>
<L>And give re&s;ounding grace to all Heav'ns Harmonies.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="play">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Com.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can any mortai mixture of Earths mould</L>
<L>Breath &s;uch Divine inchanting ravi&s;hment?</L>
<L>Sure &s;omthing holy lodges in that bre&s;t,</L>
<L>And with the&s;e raptures moves the vocal air</L>
<L>To te&s;tifie his hidd'n re&s;idence;</L>
<L>How &s;weetly did they float upon the wings</L>
<L>Of &s;ilence, through the empty-vaulted night</L>
<L>At every fall &s;moothing the Raven doune</L>
<L>Of darknes till it &s;mil'd: I have oft heard</L>
<L>My Mother <HI>Circe</HI> with the Sirens three,</L>
<L>Amid&s;t the flowry-kirtl'd <HI>Naiades</HI></L>
<L>Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs,</L>
<L>Who as they &s;ung, would take the pri&s;on'd &s;oul,</L>
<L>And lap it in <HI>Ely&s;ium, Scylla</HI> wept,</L>
<L>And chid her barking waves into attention,</L>
<L><PB N="87" REF="47">
And fell <HI>Charybdis</HI> murmur'd &s;oft applau&s;e:</L>
<L>Yet they in plea&s;ing &s;lumber lull'd the &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>And in &s;weet madnes rob'd it of it &s;elf,</L>
<L>But &s;uch a &s;acred&punc; and home-felt delight,</L>
<L>Such &s;ober certainty of waking bli&s;s</L>
<L>I never heard till now. Ile &s;peak to her</L>
<L>And &s;he &s;hall be my Queen. Hail forren wonder</L>
<L>Whom certain the&s;e rough &s;hades did never breed</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e the Goddes that in rurall &s;hrine</L>
<L>Dwell &s;t here with <HI>Pan,</HI> or <HI>Silvan,</HI> by ble&s;t Song</L>
<L>Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog</L>
<L>To touch the pro&s;perous growth of this tall Wood&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lo&s;t that prai&s;e</L>
<L>That is addre&s;t to unattending Ears,</L>
<L>Not any boa&s;t of skill, but extreme &s;hift</L>
<L>How to regain my &s;ever'd company</L>
<L>Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo</L>
<L>To give me an&s;wer from her mo&s;&s;ie Couch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dim darknes, and this leavy Labyrinth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could that divide you from neer-u&s;hering guides?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>They left me weary on a gra&s;&s;ie terf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>By fal&s;hood, or di&s;courte&s;ie&punc; or why?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;eek i'th vally &s;om cool friendly Spring.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="88" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>And left your fair &s;ide all unguarded Lady?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps fore-&s;talling night prevented them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>How ea&s;ie my misfortune is to hit!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Imports their lo&s;s, be&s;ide the pre&s;ent need?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>No le&s;s then if I &s;hould my brothers loo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>As &s;mooth as <HI>Hebe</HI>'s their unrazor'd lips.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Two &s;uch I &s;aw, what time the labour'd Oxe</L>
<L>In his loo&s;e traces from the furrow came,</L>
<L>And the &s;wink't hedger at his Supper &s;ate;</L>
<L>I &s;aw them under a green mantling vine</L>
<L>That crawls along the &s;ide of yon &s;mall hill,</L>
<L>Plucking ripe clu&s;ters from the tender &s;hoots,</L>
<L>Their port was more then human, as they &s;tood&punc;</L>
<L>I took it for a faery vi&s;ion</L>
<L>Of &s;om gay creatures of the element</L>
<L>That in the colours of the Rainbow live</L>
<L>And play i'th plighted clouds. I was aw-&s;trook,</L>
<L>And as I pa&s;t, I wor&s;hipt; if tho&s;e you &s;eek</L>
<L>It were a journey like the path to Heav'n,</L>
<L>To help you find them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentle villager</L>
<L>What readie&s;t way would bring me to that place?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Due we&s;t it ri&s;es from this &s;hrubby point.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="89" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>To find out that, good Shepherd, I &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a &s;cant allowance of Star-light,</L>
<L>Would overtask the be&s;t Land-Pilots art,</L>
<L>Without the &s;ure gue&s;s of well-practiz'd feet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know each lane, and every alley green</L>
<L>Dingle, or bu&s;hy dell of this wilde Wood,</L>
<L>And every bosky bourn from &s;ide to &s;ide</L>
<L>My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood&punc;</L>
<L>And if your &s;tray attendance be yet lodg'd,</L>
<L>Or &s;hroud within the&s;e limits, I &s;hall know</L>
<L>Ere morrow wake, or the low roo&s;ted lark</L>
<L>From her thach't pallat row&s;e, if otherwi&s;e&punc;</L>
<L>I can conduct you Lady to a low</L>
<L>But loyal cottage, where you may be &s;afe</L>
<L>Till further que&s;t'.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shepherd I take thy word,</L>
<L>And tru&s;t thy hone&s;t offer'd courte&s;ie,</L>
<L>Which oft is &s;ooner found in lowly &s;heds</L>
<L>With &s;moaky rafters, then in tap&s;try Halls</L>
<L>And Courts of Princes, where it fir&s;t was nam'd,</L>
<L>And yet is mo&s;t pretended: In a place</L>
<L>Le&s;s warranted then this, or le&s;s &s;ecure</L>
<L>I cannot be, that I &s;hould fear to change it,</L>
<L>Eie me ble&s;t Providence, and &s;quare my triall</L>
<L>To my proportion'd &s;trength. Shepherd lead on.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="90" REF="49">
The two Brothers.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Unmuffle ye faint&s;tars, and thou fair Moon</L>
<L>That wont&s;t to love the travailers benizon,</L>
<L>Stoop thy pale vi&s;age through an amber cloud,</L>
<L>And di&s;inherit <HI>Chaos,</HI> that raigns here</L>
<L>In double night of darknes, and of &s;hades;</L>
<L>Or if your influence be quite damm'd up</L>
<L>With black u&s;urping mi&s;ts, &s;om gentle taper</L>
<L>Though a ru&s;h Candle from the wicker hole</L>
<L>Of &s;om clay habitation vi&s;it us</L>
<L>With thy long levell'd rule of &s;treaming light,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt be our &s;tar of <HI>Arcady,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Tyrian</HI> Cyno&s;ure&punc; 2 <HI>Bro.</HI> Or if our eyes</L>
<L>Be barr'd that happines, might we but hear</L>
<L>The folded flocks pen'd in their watled cotes,</L>
<L>Or &s;ound of pa&s;toral reed with oaten &s;tops,</L>
<L>Or whi&s;tle from the Lodge, or village cock</L>
<L>Count the night watches to his feathery Dames,</L>
<L>T'would be &s;om &s;olace yet, &s;om little chearing</L>
<L>In this clo&s;e dungeon of innumerous bowes.</L>
<L>But O that haples virgin our lo&s;t &s;i&s;ter</L>
<L>Where may &s;he wander now, whether betake her</L>
<L>From the chill dew, among&s;t rude burrs and thi&s;tles?</L>
<L><PB N="91" REF="49">
Perhaps &s;om cold bank is her boul&s;ter now</L>
<L>Or'gain&s;t the rugged bark of &s;om broad Elm</L>
<L>Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with &s;ad fears.</L>
<L>What if in wild amazement, and affright,</L>
<L>Or while we &s;peak within the direfull gra&s;p</L>
<L>Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace brother, be not over-exqui&s;ite</L>
<L>To ca&s;t the fa&s;hion of uncertain evils;</L>
<L>For grant they be &s;o, while they re&s;t unknown,</L>
<L>What need a man fore&s;tall his date of grief,</L>
<L>And run to meet what he would mo&s;t avoid?</L>
<L>Or if they be but fal&s;e alarms of Fear,</L>
<L>How bitter is &s;uch &s;elf-delu&s;ion?</L>
<L>I do not think my &s;i&s;ter &s;o to &s;eek,</L>
<L>Or &s;o unprincipl'd in vertues book,</L>
<L>And the &s;weet peace that goodnes boo&s;oms ever,</L>
<L>As that the &s;ingle want of light and noi&s;e</L>
<L>(Not being in danger, as I tru&s;t &s;he is not)</L>
<L>Could &s;tir the con&s;tant mood of her calm thoughts,</L>
<L>And put them into mi&s;-becoming plight.</L>
<L>Vertue could &s;ee to do what vertue would</L>
<L>By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon</L>
<L>Were in the flat Sea &s;unk. And Wi&s;doms &s;elf</L>
<L>Oft &s;eeks to &s;weet retired Solitude,</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="50">
Where with her be&s;t nur&s;e Contemplation</L>
<L>She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings</L>
<L>That in the various bus&s;le of re&s;ort</L>
<L>Were all to ruffl'd, and &s;omtimes impair'd.</L>
<L>He that has light within his own cleer bre&s;t</L>
<L>May &s;it i'th center, and enjoy bright day,</L>
<L>But he that hides a dark &s;oul, and foul thoughts</L>
<L>Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun;</L>
<L>Him&s;elf is his own dungeon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Tis mo&s;t true</L>
<L>That mu&s;ing meditation mo&s;t affects</L>
<L>The Pen&s;ive &s;ecrecy of de&s;ert cell,</L>
<L>Far from the cheerfull haunt of men, and herds,</L>
<L>And &s;its as &s;afe as in a Senat hou&s;e,</L>
<L>For who would rob a Hermit of his Weeds,</L>
<L>His few Books, or his Beads, or Maple Di&s;h,</L>
<L>Or do his gray hairs any violence?</L>
<L>But beauty like the fair He&s;perian Tree</L>
<L>Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard</L>
<L>Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye,</L>
<L>To &s;ave her blo&s;&s;oms, and defend her fruit</L>
<L>From the ra&s;h hand of bold Incontinence.</L>
<L>You may as well &s;pred out the un&s;un'd heaps</L>
<L>Of Mi&s;ers trea&s;ure by an out-laws den,</L>
<L><PB N="93" REF="50">
And tell me it is &s;afe, as bid me hope</L>
<L>Danger will wink on Opportunity,</L>
<L>And let a &s;ingle helple&s;s maiden pa&s;s</L>
<L>Uninjur'd in this wilde &s;urrounding wa&s;t.</L>
<L>Of night, or lonelines it recks me not,</L>
<L>I fear the dred events that dog them both,</L>
<L>Le&s;t &s;om ill greeting touch attempt the per&s;on</L>
<L>Of our unowned &s;i&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not, brother,</L>
<L>Inferr, as if I thought my &s;i&s;ters &s;tate</L>
<L>Secure without all doubt, or controver&s;ie:</L>
<L>Yet where an equall poi&s;e of hope and fear</L>
<L>Does arbitrate th'event, my nature is</L>
<L>That I encline to hope, rather then fear,</L>
<L>And gladly bani&s;h &s;quint &s;u&s;picion.</L>
<L>My &s;i&s;ter is not &s;o defencele&s;s left</L>
<L>As you imagine, &s;he has a hidden &s;trength</L>
<L>Which you remember not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>What hidden &s;trength,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s the &s;trength of Heav'n, if you mean that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean that too, but yet a hidden &s;trength</L>
<L>Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her own:</L>
<L>'Tis cha&s;tity, my brother, cha&s;tity:</L>
<L>She that has that, is clad in compleat &s;teel,</L>
<L><PB N="94" REF="51">
And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keen</L>
<L>May trace huge Fore&s;ts, and unharbour'd Heaths,</L>
<L>Infamous Hills, and &s;andy perilous wildes,</L>
<L>Where through the &s;acred rayes of Cha&s;tity,</L>
<L>No &s;avage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneer</L>
<L>Will dare to &s;oyl her Virgin purity,</L>
<L>Yea there, where very de&s;olation dwels</L>
<L>By grots, and caverns &s;hag'd with horrid &s;hades,</L>
<L>She may pa&s;s on with unblench't maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Be it not don in pride, or in pre&s;umption.</L>
<L>Som &s;ay no evil thing that walks by night</L>
<L>In fog, or fire, by lake, or moori&s;h fen,</L>
<L>Blew meager Hag, or &s;tubborn unlaid gho&s;t,</L>
<L>That breaks his magick chains at <HI>curfeu</HI> time&punc;</L>
<L>No goblin, or &s;wart Fa&euml;ry of the mine,</L>
<L>Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.</L>
<L>Do ye beleeve me yet, or &s;hall I call</L>
<L>Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece</L>
<L>To te&s;tifie the arms of Cha&s;tity?</L>
<L>Hence had the huntre&s;s <HI>Dian</HI> her dred bow</L>
<L>Fair &s;ilver-&s;hafted Queen for ever cha&s;te,</L>
<L>Wherwith &s;he tam'd the brinded lione&s;s</L>
<L>And &s;potted mountain pard, but &s;et at nought</L>
<L>The frivolous bolt of <HI>Cupid,</HI> gods and men</L>
<L><PB N="95" REF="51">
Fear'd her &s;tern frown, and &s;he was queen oth'Woods.</L>
<L>What was that &s;naky-headed <HI>Gorgon</HI> &s;heild</L>
<L>That wi&s;e <HI>Minerva</HI> wore, unconquer d Virgin,</L>
<L>Wherwith &s;he freez'd her foes to congeal'd &s;tone?</L>
<L>But rigid looks of Cha&s;t au&s;terity,</L>
<L>And noble grace that da&s;h't brute violence</L>
<L>With &s;udden adoration, and blank aw.</L>
<L>So dear to Heav'n is Saintly cha&s;tity,</L>
<L>That when a &s;oul is found &s;incerely &s;o,</L>
<L>A thou&s;and liveried Angels lacky her,</L>
<L>Driving far off each thing of &s;in and guilt,</L>
<L>And in cleer dream, and &s;olemn vi&s;ion</L>
<L>Tell her of things that no gro&s;s ear can hear,</L>
<L>Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants</L>
<L>Begin to ca&s;t a beam on th'outward &s;hape,</L>
<L>The unpolluted temple of the mind,</L>
<L>And turns it by degrees to the &s;ouls e&s;&s;ence,</L>
<L>Till all be made immortal: but when lu&s;t</L>
<L>By uncha&s;te looks, loo&s;e ge&s;tures, and foul talk,</L>
<L>But mo&s;t by leud and lavi&s;h act of &s;in,</L>
<L>Lets in defilement to the inward parts,</L>
<L>The &s;oul grows clotted by contagion,</L>
<L>Imbodies, and imbrutes, till &s;he quite loo&s;e</L>
<L>The divine property of her fir&s;t being.</L>
<L><PB N="96" REF="52">
Such are tho&s;e thick and gloomy &s;hadows damp</L>
<L>Oft &s;een in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers</L>
<L>Lingering, and &s;itting by a new made grave,</L>
<L>As loath to leave the body that it lov'd,</L>
<L>And link't it &s;elf by carnal &s;en&s;ualty</L>
<L>To a degenerate and degraded &s;tate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>How charming is divine Philo&s;ophy&punc;</L>
<L>Not har&s;h, and crabbed as dull fools &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>But mu&s;ical as is <HI>Apollo</HI>'s lute,</L>
<L>And a perpetual fea&s;t of nectar'd &s;weets,</L>
<L>Where no crude &s;urfet raigns.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Li&s;t, li&s;t, I hear</L>
<L>Som far off hallow break the &s;ilent Air.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Me thought &s;o too; what &s;hould it be?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>For certain</L>
<L>Either &s;om one like us night-founder'd here,</L>
<L>Or els &s;om neighbour Wood-man, or at wor&s;t,</L>
<L>Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Heav'n keep my &s;i&s;ter, agen agen and neer,</L>
<L>Be&s;t draw, and &s;tand upon our guard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile hallow,</L>
<L>If he be friendly he comes well, if not,</L>
<L>Defence is a good cau&s;e, and Heav'n be for us.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="97" REF="52">
The attendant Spirit habited like a Shepherd.</STAGE>
<L>That hallow I &s;hould know, what are you? &s;peak;</L>
<L>Com not too neer, you fall on iron &s;takes el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>What voice is that, my young Lord? &s;peak agen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>O brother, 'tis my father Shepherd &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>El. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Thyr&s;is?</HI> Who&s;e artful &s;trains have oft delaid</L>
<L>The huddling brook to hear his madrigal,</L>
<L>And &s;weeten'd every muskro&s;e of the dale,</L>
<L>How cam'&s;t thou here good Swain? hath any ram</L>
<L>Slip't from the fold, or young Kid lo&s;t his dam,</L>
<L>Or &s;traggling weather the pen't flock for&s;ook&punc;</L>
<L>How could&s;t thou find this dark &s;eque&s;ter'd nook?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my lov'd ma&s;ters heir, and his next joy,</L>
<L>I came not here on &s;uch a trivial toy</L>
<L>As a &s;tray'd Ewe, or to pur&s;ue the &s;tealth</L>
<L>Of pilfering Woolf, not all the fleecy wealth</L>
<L>That doth enrich the&s;e Downs, is worth a thought</L>
<L>To this my errand, and the care it brought.</L>
<L>But O my Virgin Lady, where is &s;he?</L>
<L>How chance &s;he is not in your company?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>To tell thee &s;adly Shepherd, without blame,</L>
<L>Or our neglect, we lo&s;t her as we came&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay me unhappy then my fears are true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="98" REF="53">
<SPEAKER>El. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>What fears good <HI>Thyr&s;is?</HI> Prethee briefly &s;hew.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile tell ye, 'tis not vain, or fabulous,</L>
<L>(Though &s;o e&s;teem'd by &s;hallow ignorance)</L>
<L>What the &s;age Poets taught by th'heav'nly Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Storied of old in high immortal vers</L>
<L>Of dire <HI>Chimera</HI>'s and inchanted Iles,</L>
<L>And <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ifted Rocks who&s;e entrance leads to hell,</L>
<L>For &s;uch there be, but unbelief is blind.</L>
<L>Within the navil of this hideous Wood,</L>
<L>Immur'd in cypre&s;s &s;hades a Sorcerer dwels</L>
<L>Of <HI>Bacchus,</HI> and of <HI>Circe</HI> born, great <HI>Comus,</HI></L>
<L>Deep skill'd in all his mothers witcheries,</L>
<L>And here to every thir&s;ty wanderer,</L>
<L>By &s;ly enticement gives his banefull cup,</L>
<L>With many murmurs mixt, who&s;e plea&s;ing poi&s;on</L>
<L>The vi&s;age quite transforms of him that drinks,</L>
<L>And the inglorious likenes of a bea&s;t</L>
<L>Fixes in&s;tead, unmoulding rea&s;ons mintage</L>
<L>Character'd in the face; this have I learn't</L>
<L>Tending my flocks hard by i'th hilly crofts,</L>
<L>That brow this bottom glade, whence night by night</L>
<L>He and his mon&s;trous rout are heard to howl</L>
<L>Like &s;tabl'd wolves, or tigers at their prey,</L>
<L>Doing abhorred rites to <HI>Hecate</HI></L>
<L><PB N="99" REF="53">
In their ob&s;cured haunts of inmo&s;t bowres.</L>
<L>Yet have they many baits, and guilefull &s;pells</L>
<L>To inveigle and invite th'unwary &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Of them that pa&s;s unweeting by the way&punc;</L>
<L>This evening late by then the chewing flocks</L>
<L>Had ta'n their &s;upper on the &s;avoury Herb</L>
<L>Of Knot-gra&s;s dew<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">be&s;prent, and were in fold&punc;</L>
<L>I &s;ate me down to watch upon a bank</L>
<L>With Ivy canopied, and interwove</L>
<L>With flaunting Hony-&s;uckle, and began</L>
<L>Wrapt in a plea&s;ing fit of melancholy</L>
<L>To meditate my rural min&s;trel&s;ie,</L>
<L>Till fancy had her fill, but ere a clo&s;e</L>
<L>The wonted roar was up amid&s;t the Woods,</L>
<L>And fill'd the Air with barbarous di&s;&s;onance&punc;</L>
<L>At which I ceas't, and li&s;ten'd them a while,</L>
<L>Till an unu&s;uall &s;top of &s;udden &s;ilence</L>
<L>Gave re&s;pit to the drow&s;ie frighted &s;teeds</L>
<L>That draw the litter of clo&s;e-curtain'd &s;leep.</L>
<L>At la&s;t a &s;oft and &s;olemn breathing &s;ound</L>
<L>Ro&s;e like a &s;team of rich di&s;till d Perfumes,</L>
<L>And &s;tole upon the Air, that even Silence</L>
<L>Was took e're &s;he was ware, and wi&s;h't &s;he might</L>
<L>Deny her nature, and be never more</L>
<L><PB N="100" REF="54">
Still to be &s;o di&s;plac't. I was all eare,</L>
<L>And took in &s;trains that might create a &s;oul</L>
<L>Under the ribs of Death, but O ere long</L>
<L>Too well I did perceive it was the voice</L>
<L>Of my mo&s;t honour'd Lady, your dear &s;i&s;ter.</L>
<L>Amaz'd I &s;tood, harrow'd with grief and fear,</L>
<L>And O poor haple&s;s Nightingale thought I,</L>
<L>How &s;weet thou &s;ing'&s;t, how neer the deadly &s;nare!</L>
<L>Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong ha&s;t</L>
<L>Through paths, and turnings oft'n trod by day,</L>
<L>Till guided by mine ear I found the place</L>
<L>Where that damn'd wi&s;ard hid in &s;ly di&s;gui&s;e</L>
<L>(For &s;o by certain &s;ignes I knew) had met</L>
<L>Already, ere my be&s;t &s;peed could praevent,</L>
<L>The aidle&s;s innocent Lady his wi&s;h't prey,</L>
<L>Who gently ask't if he had &s;een &s;uch two,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;ing him &s;om neighb our villager;</L>
<L>Longer I dur&s;t not &s;tay, but &s;oon I gue&s;s't</L>
<L>Ye were the two &s;he mean't, with that I &s;prung</L>
<L>Into &s;wift flight, till I had found you here,</L>
<L>But furder know I not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Bro.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>O night and &s;hades,</L>
<L>How are ye joyn'd with hell in triple knot</L>
<L>Again&s;t th'unarmed weakne&s;s of one Virgin</L>
<L>Alone, and helple&s;s! Is this the confidence</L>
<L><PB N="101" REF="54">
You gave me Brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and keep it &s;till,</L>
<L>Lean on it &s;afely, not a period</L>
<L>Shall be un&s;aid for me: again&s;t the threats</L>
<L>Of malice or of &s;orcery, or that power</L>
<L>Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm,</L>
<L>Vertue may be a&s;&s;ail'd, but never hurt,</L>
<L>Surpriz'd by unju&s;t force, but not enthrall'd,</L>
<L>Yea even that which mi&s;chief meant mo&s;t harm,</L>
<L>Shall in the happy trial prove mo&s;t glory.</L>
<L>But evil on it &s;elf &s;hall back recoyl,</L>
<L>And mix no more with goodne&s;s, when at la&s;t</L>
<L>Gather'd like &s;cum, and &s;etl'd to it &s;elf</L>
<L>It &s;hall be in eternal re&s;tle&s;s change</L>
<L>Self-fed, and &s;elf-con&s;um'd, if this fail,</L>
<L>The pillar'd firmament is rott'nne&s;s,</L>
<L>And earths ba&s;e built on &s;tubble. But com let's on&punc;</L>
<L>Again&s;t th'oppo&s;ing will and arm of Heav'n</L>
<L>May never this ju&s;t &s;word be lifted up,</L>
<L>But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt</L>
<L>With all the grei&s;ly legions that troop</L>
<L>Under the &s;ooty flag of <HI>Acheron,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Harpyies</HI> and <HI>Hydra</HI>'s, or all the mon&s;trous forms</L>
<L>'Twixt <HI>Africa,</HI> and <HI>Iude,</HI> Ile find him out,</L>
<L>And force him to re&s;tore his purcha&s;e back,</L>
<L><PB N="102" REF="55">
Or drag him by the curls, to a foul death,</L>
<L>Curs d as his life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas good ventrous youth,</L>
<L>I love thy courage yet, and bold Empri&s;e,</L>
<L>But here thy &s;word can do thee little &s;tead,</L>
<L>Farr other aries, and other weapons mu&s;t</L>
<L>Be tho&s;e that <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span"> of helli&s;h charms,</L>
<L>He with his bare wand can untared thy joynts,</L>
<L>And crumble all thy &s;inews.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why prethee Shepherd</L>
<L>How dur&s;t thou then thy &s;elf approach &s;o neer</L>
<L>As to make this relation?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Care and utmo&s;t &s;hifts</L>
<L>How to &s;ecure the Lady from &s;urpri&s;al,</L>
<L>Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad</L>
<L>Of &s;mall regard to &s;ee to, yet well skill'd</L>
<L>In every vertuous plant and healing herb</L>
<L>That &s;preds her verdant leaf to th'morning ray,</L>
<L>He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me &s;ing,</L>
<L>Which when I did, he on the tender gra&s;s</L>
<L>Would &s;it, and hearken even to exta&s;ie,</L>
<L>And in requitall ope his leather'n &s;crip,</L>
<L>And &s;hew me &s;imples of a thou&s;and names</L>
<L>Telling their &s;trange and vigorous faculties;</L>
<L><PB N="103" REF="55">
Among&s;t the re&s;t a &s;mall un&s;ightly root,</L>
<L>But of divine effect, he cull'd me out;</L>
<L>The leaf was darki&s;h, and had prickles on it,</L>
<L>But in another Countrey, as he &s;aid,</L>
<L>Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this &s;oyl:</L>
<L>Unknown, and like e&s;teem'd, and the dull &s;wayn</L>
<L>Treads on it daily with his clouted &s;hoon,</L>
<L>And yet more med'cinal is it then that <HI>Moly</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>Hermes</HI> once to wi&s;e <HI>&V;ly&s;&s;es</HI> gave;</L>
<L>He call'd it <HI>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">emony,</HI> and gave it me,</L>
<L>And bad me keep it as of &s;ovran u&s;e</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t all inchantments, mildew bla&s;t, or damp</L>
<L>Or ga&s;tly furies apparition;</L>
<L>I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made,</L>
<L>Till now that this extremity compell'd,</L>
<L>But now I find it true; for by this means</L>
<L>I knew the foul inchanter though di&s;guis'd,</L>
<L>Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his &s;pells,</L>
<L>And yet came off: if you have this about you</L>
<L>(As I will give you when we go) you may</L>
<L>Boldly a&s;&s;ault the necromancers hall;</L>
<L>Where if he be, with dauntle&s;s hardihood,</L>
<L>And brandi&s;h't blade ru&s;h on him, break his gla&s;s,</L>
<L>And &s;hed the lu&s;hious liquor on the ground,</L>
<L><PB N="104" REF="56">
But &s;ea&s;e his wand, though he and his cur&s;t crew</L>
<L>Feirce &s;igne of battail make, and menace high,</L>
<L>Or like the &s;ons of <HI>Vulcan</HI> vomit &s;moak,</L>
<L>Yet will they &s;oon retire, if he but &s;hrink.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eld. Bro.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Thyr&s;is</HI> lead on apace, Ile follow thee,</L>
<L>And &s;om good angel bear a &s;heild before us.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Scene changes to a &s;tately Palace, &s;et out with all manner of deliciou&s;ne&s;s: &s;oft Mu&s;ick, Tables &s;pred with all dainties. <HI>Comus</HI> appears with his rabble, and the Lady &s;et in an inchanted Chair, to whom he offers his Gla&s;s, which &s;he puts by, and goes about to ri&s;e.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Comus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay Lady &s;it; if I but wave this wand,</L>
<L>Your nervs are all chain'd up in Alabla&s;ter,</L>
<L>And you a &s;tatue; or as <HI>Daphne</HI> was</L>
<L>Root-bound, that fled <HI>Apollo,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fool do not boa&s;t,</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t not touch the freedom of my minde</L>
<L>Withall thy charms, although this corporal rinde&punc;</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;te immanacl'd, while Heav'n &s;ees good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why are you vext Lady? why do you frown?</L>
<L>Here dwel no frowns, nor anger, from the&s;e gates</L>
<L>Sorrow flies farr: See here be all the plea&s;ures</L>
<L>That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts,</L>
<L><PB N="105" REF="56">
When the fre&s;h blood grows lively, and returns</L>
<L>Brisk as the <HI>April</HI> buds in Primro&s;e-&s;ea&s;on,</L>
<L>And fir&s;t behold this cordial Julep here</L>
<L>That flames, and dances in his cry&s;tal bounds</L>
<L>With &s;pirits of balm, and fragrant Syrops mixt&punc;</L>
<L>Not that <HI>Nepenthes</HI> which the wife of <HI>Thone,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Egypt</HI> gave to <HI>Jove</HI>-born <HI>Helena</HI></L>
<L>Is of &s;uch power to &s;tir up joy as this,</L>
<L>To life &s;o friendly, or &s;o cool to thir&s;t&punc;</L>
<L>Why &s;hould you be &s;o cruel to your &s;elf,</L>
<L>And to tho&s;e dainty limms which nature lent</L>
<L>For gentle u&s;age, and &s;oft delicacy?</L>
<L>But you invert the cov'nants of her tru&s;t,</L>
<L>And har&s;hly deal like an ill borrower</L>
<L>With that which you receiv'd on other terms,</L>
<L>Scorning the unexempt condition</L>
<L>By which all mortal frailty mu&s;t &s;ub&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>Refre&s;hment after toil, ea&s;e after pain,</L>
<L>That have been tir'd all day without repa&s;t,</L>
<L>And timely re&s;t have wanted, but fair Virgin</L>
<L>This will re&s;tore all &s;oon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twill not fal&s;e traitor,</L>
<L>'Twill not re&s;tore the truth and hone&s;ty</L>
<L>That thou ha&s;t bani&s;h't from thy tongue with lies,</L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="57">
Was this the cottage, and the &s;afe abode</L>
<L>Thou told'&s;t me of? What grim a&s;pects are the&s;e,</L>
<L>The&s;e oughly-headed Mon&s;ters? Mercy guard me!</L>
<L>Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul deceiver,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t thou betrai'd my credulous innocence</L>
<L>With vi&s;or'd fal&s;hood, and ba&s;e forgery,</L>
<L>And would&s;t thou &s;eek again to trap me here</L>
<L>With lickeri&s;h baits fit to en&s;nare a brute?</L>
<L>Were it a draft for <HI>Juno</HI> when &s;he banquets,</L>
<L>I would not ta&s;te thy trea&s;onous offer; none</L>
<L>But &s;uch as are good men can give good things,</L>
<L>And that which is not good, is not delicious</L>
<L>To a wel govern'd and wi&s;e appetite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>O fooli&s;hnes of men! that lend their ears</L>
<L>To tho&s;e budge doctors of the <HI>Stoick</HI> Furr,</L>
<L>And fetch their precepts from the <HI>Cynick</HI> Tub,</L>
<L>Prai&s;ing the lean and &s;allow Ab&s;tinence.</L>
<L>Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth,</L>
<L>With &s;uch a full and unwithdrawing hand,</L>
<L>Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,</L>
<L>Thronging the Seas with &s;pawn innumerable,</L>
<L>But all to plea&s;e, and &s;ate the curious ta&s;te?</L>
<L>And &s;et to work millions of &s;pinning Worms,</L>
<L>That in their green &s;hops weave the &s;mooth-hair'd &s;ilk</L>
<L><PB N="107" REF="57">
To deck her Sons, and that no corner might</L>
<L>Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns</L>
<L>She hutch't th'all-wor&s;hipt ore, and precious gems</L>
<L>To &s;tore her children with; if all the world</L>
<L>Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pul&s;e,</L>
<L>Drink the clear &s;tream, and nothing wear but Freize,</L>
<L>Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd,</L>
<L>Not half his riches known, and yet de&s;pis'd,</L>
<L>And we &s;hould &s;erve him as a grudging ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>As a penurious niggard of his wealth,</L>
<L>And live like Natures ba&s;tards, not her &s;ons,</L>
<L>Who would be quite &s;urcharg'd with her own weight,</L>
<L>And &s;trangl'd with her wa&s;te fertility;</L>
<L>Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with plumes,</L>
<L>The herds would over-multitude their Lords,</L>
<L>The Sea o'refraught would &s;well, &amp; th'un&s;ought diamonds</L>
<L>Would &s;o emblaze the forhead of the Deep,</L>
<L>And &s;o be&s;tudd with Stars, that they below</L>
<L>Would grow inur'd to light, and com at la&s;t</L>
<L>To gaze upon the Sun with &s;hamele&s;s brows.</L>
<L>Li&s;t Lady be not coy, and be not co&s;en'd</L>
<L>With that &s;ame vaunted name Virginity,</L>
<L>Beauty is natures coyn, mu&s;t not be hoorded.</L>
<L>But mu&s;t be currant, and the good thereof</L>
<L><PB N="108" REF="58">
Con&s;i&s;ts in mutual and partak'n bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Un&s;avoury in th'injoyment of it &s;elf</L>
<L>If you let &s;lip time, like a neglected ro&s;e</L>
<L>It withers on the &s;talk with langui&s;h't head.</L>
<L>Beauty is natures brag, and mu&s;t be &s;hown</L>
<L>In courts, at fea&s;ts, and high &s;olemnities</L>
<L>Where mo&s;t may wonder at the workman&s;hip;</L>
<L>It is for homely features to keep home,</L>
<L>They had their name thence; cour&s;e complexions</L>
<L>And cheeks of &s;orry grain will &s;erve to ply</L>
<L>The &s;ampler, and to teize the hu&s;wifes wooll.</L>
<L>What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that</L>
<L>Love-darting eyes, or tre&s;&s;es like the Morn?</L>
<L>There was another meaning in the&s;e gifts,</L>
<L>Think what, and be adviz'd, you are but young yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I had not thought to have unlockt my lips</L>
<L>In this unhallow'd air, but that this Jugler</L>
<L>Would think to charm my judgement, as mine eyes</L>
<L>Obtruding fal&s;e rules pranckt in rea&s;ons garb.</L>
<L>I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,</L>
<L>And vertue has no tongue to check her pride:</L>
<L>Impo&s;tor do not charge mo&s;t innocent nature,</L>
<L>As if &s;he would her children &s;hould be riotous</L>
<L>With her abundance, &s;he good catere&s;s</L>
<L><PB N="109" REF="58">
Means her provi&s;ion onely to the good</L>
<L>That live according to her &s;ober laws,</L>
<L>And holy dictate of &s;pare Temperance:</L>
<L>If every ju&s;t man that now pines with want</L>
<L>Had but a moderate and be&s;eeming &s;hare&punc;</L>
<L>Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury</L>
<L>Now heaps upon &s;om few with va&s;t exce&s;s,</L>
<L>Natures full ble&s;&s;ings would be well di&s;penc't</L>
<L>In un&s;uperfluous eeven proportion,</L>
<L>And &s;he no whit encomber'd with her &s;tore,</L>
<L>And then the giver would be better thank't,</L>
<L>His prai&s;e due paid, for &s;wini&s;h gluttony</L>
<L>Ne're looks to Heav'n amid&s;t his gorgeous fea&s;t,</L>
<L>But with be&s;otted ba&s;e ingratitude</L>
<L>Cramms, and bla&s;phemes his feeder. Shall I go on?</L>
<L>Or have I &s;aid anough? To him that dares</L>
<L>Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Sun-clad power of Cha&s;tity,</L>
<L>Fain would I &s;omthing &s;ay, yet to what end?</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t nor Eare, nor Soul to apprehend</L>
<L>The &s;ublime notion, and high my&s;tery</L>
<L>That mu&s;t be utter'd to unfold the &s;age</L>
<L>And &s;erious doctrine of Virginity,</L>
<L>And thou art worthy that thou &s;hould&s;t not know</L>
<L><PB N="110" REF="59">
More happines then this thy pre&s;ent lot.</L>
<L>Enjoy your deer Wit, and gay Rhetorick</L>
<L>That hath &s;o well been taught her dazling fence,</L>
<L>Thou art not fit to hear thy &s;elf convinc't;</L>
<L>Yet &s;hould I try, the uncontrouled worth</L>
<L>Of this pure cau&s;e would kindle my rap't &s;pirits</L>
<L>To &s;uch a flame of &s;acred vehemence,</L>
<L>That dumb things would be mov'd to &s;ympathize,</L>
<L>And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and &s;hake,</L>
<L>Till all thy magick &s;tructures rear'd &s;o high,</L>
<L>Were &s;hatter'd into heap o're thy fal&s;e head.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Co.</SPEAKER>
<L>She fa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="4 letters"> not, I feel that I do fear</L>
<L>Her words <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> t off by &s;om &s;uperior power;</L>
<L>And though not mortal, yet a cold &s;huddring dew</L>
<L>Dips me all o're, as when the wrath of <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>Speaks thunder, and the chain<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> of <HI>Erebus</HI></L>
<L>To &s;om of <HI>Saturns</HI> crew. I mu&s;t di&s;&s;emble,</L>
<L>And try her yet more &s;trongly. Com, no more,</L>
<L>This is meer moral babble, and direct</L>
<L>Again&s;t the canon laws of our foundation;</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not &s;uffer this, yet 'tis but the lees</L>
<L>And &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tling<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> of a melancholy blood;</L>
<L>But this will cure all &s;treight, one &s;ip of this</L>
<L>Will bathe the drooping &s;pirits in delight</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eyond the bli&s;s of dreams. Be wi&s;e, and ta&s;te.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="111" REF="59">
The Brothers ru&s;h in with Swords drawn, wre&s;t his Gla&s;s out of his hand, and break it again&s;t the ground; his rout make &s;igne of re&s;i&s;tance, but are all driven in; The attendant Spirit comes in.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, have you let the fal&s;e enchanter &s;cape?</L>
<L>O ye mi&s;took, ye &s;hould have &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">atcht his wand</L>
<L>And bound him fa&s;t; without his rod revers't,</L>
<L>And backward mutters of di&s;&s;evering power,</L>
<L>We cannot free the Lady that &s;its here</L>
<L>In &s;tony fetters fixt, and motionle&s;s;</L>
<L>Yet &s;tay, be not di&s;turb'd, now I bethink me,</L>
<L>Som other means I have which may be us'd,</L>
<L>Which once of <HI>Melibaeus</HI> old I learnt</L>
<L>The &s;oothe&s;t Shepherd that ere pip't on plains.</L>
<L>There is a gentle Nymph not fair from hence,</L>
<L>That with moi&s;t curb &s;ways the &s;mooth Severn &s;tream,</L>
<L><HI>Sabrina</HI> is her name, a Virgin pure,</L>
<L>Whilom &s;he was the daughter of <HI>Locrine,</HI></L>
<L>That had the Scepter from his father <HI>Brute.</HI></L>
<L>She guiltle&s;s dam&s;ell flying the mad pur&s;uit</L>
<L>Of her enraged &s;tepdam <HI>Guendolen,</HI></L>
<L>Commended her fair innocence to the flood</L>
<L>That &s;tay'd her flight with his cro&s;s flowing cour&s;e,</L>
<L><PB N="112" REF="60">
The water Nymphs that in the bottom plaid,</L>
<L>Held up their pearled wri&s;ts and took her in,</L>
<L>Bearing her &s;traight to aged <HI>Nereus</HI> Hall,</L>
<L>Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,</L>
<L>And gave her to his daughters to imbathe</L>
<L>In nectar'd lavers &s;trew'd with A&s;phodil,</L>
<L>And through the porch and inlet of each fen&s;e</L>
<L>Dropt in Ambro&s;ial Oils till &s;he reviv'd,</L>
<L>And underwent a quick immortal change</L>
<L>Made Godde&s;s of the River; &s;till &s;he retains</L>
<L>Her maid'n gentlenes, and oft at Eeve</L>
<L>Vi&s;its the herds along the twilight meadows,</L>
<L>Helping all urchin bla&s;ts, and ill luck &s;ignes</L>
<L>That the &s;hrewd medling Elfe delights to make,</L>
<L>Which &s;he with pretious viold liquors heals.</L>
<L>For which the Shepherds at their fe&s;tivals</L>
<L>Carrol her goodnes lowd in ru&s;tick layes,</L>
<L>And throw &s;weet garland wreaths into her &s;tream</L>
<L>Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy Daffadils.</L>
<L>And, as the old Swain &s;aid, &s;he can unlock</L>
<L>The cla&s;ping charm, and thaw the numming &s;pell,</L>
<L>If &s;he be right invok't in warbled Song,</L>
<L>For maid'nhood &s;he loves, and will be &s;wift</L>
<L>To aid a Virgin, &s;uch as was her &s;elf</L>
<L><PB N="113" REF="60">
In hard be&s;etting need, this will I try</L>
<L>And adde the power of &s;om adjuring ver&s;e.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Sabrina fair</L>
<L>Li&s;ten where thou art fitting</L>
<L>Under the gla&s;&s;ie, cool, tran&s;lucent wave&punc;</L>
<L>In twi&s;ted braids of Lillies knitting</L>
<L>The loo&s;e train of thy amber-dropping hair&punc;</L>
<L>Li&s;ten for dear honours &s;ake,</L>
<L>Godde&s;s of the &s;ilver lake,</L>
<L>Li&s;ten and &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="speech">
<LG>
<L>Li&s;ten and appear to us</L>
<L>In name of great <HI>Oceanus,</HI></L>
<L>By the earth-&s;haking <HI>Neptune</HI>'s mace,</L>
<L>And <HI>Tethys</HI> grave maje&s;tick pace,</L>
<L>By hoary <HI>Nereus</HI> wrincled look,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Carpathian</HI> wi&s;ards hook,</L>
<L>By &s;caly <HI>Tritons</HI> winding &s;hell,</L>
<L>And old &s;ooth-&s;aying <HI>Glaucus</HI> &s;pell,</L>
<L>By <HI>Leucothea</HI>'s lovely hands,</L>
<L>And her &s;on that rules the &s;trands,</L>
<L>By <HI>Thetis</HI> tin&s;el-&s;lipper'd feet,</L>
<L>And the Songs of <HI>Sirens</HI> &s;weet,</L>
<L><PB N="114" REF="61">
By dead <HI>Parthenope</HI>'s dear tomb,</L>
<L>And fair <HI>Ligea</HI>'s golden comb,</L>
<L>Wherwith &s;he &s;its on diamond rocks</L>
<L>Sleeking her &s;oft alluring locks,</L>
<L>By all the <HI>Nymphs</HI> that nightly dance</L>
<L>Upon thy &s;treams with wily glance,</L>
<L>Ri&s;e, ri&s;e, and heave thy ro&s;ie head</L>
<L>From thy coral pav'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> bed,</L>
<L>And bridle in thy headlong wave,</L>
<L>Till thou our &s;ummons an&s;wer'd have.</L>
<L>Li&s;ten and &s;ave.</L>
</LG>
<STAGE>Sabrina ri&s;es, attended by water-Nymphes, and &s;ings.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>By the ru&s;hy-fringed bank,</L>
<L>Where grows the Willow and the O&s;ier dank&punc;</L>
<L>My &s;liding Chariot &s;tayes,</L>
<L>Thick &s;et with Agat, and th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">azurn &s;heen</L>
<L>Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green</L>
<L>That in the channell &s;trayes,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t from off the waters fleet</L>
<L>Thus I &s;et my printle&s;s feet</L>
<L>O're the Cow&s;lips Velvet head,</L>
<L>That bends not as I tread,</L>
<L>Gentle &s;wain at thy reque&s;t</L>
<L>I am here.</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<PB N="115" REF="61">
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Godde&s;s dear</L>
<L>We implore thy powerful hand</L>
<L>To undoe the charmed band</L>
<L>Of true Virgin here di&s;tre&s;t,</L>
<L>Through the force, and through the wile</L>
<L>Of unble&s;t inchanter vile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shepherd 'tis my office be&s;t</L>
<L>To help in&s;nared cha&s;tity;</L>
<L>Brighte&s;t Lady look on me,</L>
<L>Thus I &s;prinkle on thy bre&s;t</L>
<L>Drops that from my fountain pure,</L>
<L>I have kept of pretious cure,</L>
<L>Thrice upon thy fingers tip,</L>
<L>Thrice upon thy rubied lip,</L>
<L>Next this marble venom'd &s;eat</L>
<L>Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat</L>
<L>I touch with cha&s;te palms moi&s;t and cold,</L>
<L>Now the &s;pell hath lo&s;t his hold;</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t ha&s;te ere morning hour</L>
<L>To wait in <HI>Amphitrite</HI>'s bowr.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sabrina de&s;cends, and the Lady ri&s;es out of her &s;eat.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Virgin, daughter of <HI>Locrine</HI></L>
<L>Sprung of old <HI>Anchi&s;es</HI> line,</L>
<L><PB N="116" REF="62">
May thy brimmed waves for this</L>
<L>Their full tribute never mi&s;s</L>
<L>From a thou&s;and petty rills,</L>
<L>That tumble down the &s;nowy hills:</L>
<L>Summer drouth, or &s;inged air</L>
<L>Never &s;corch thy tre&s;&s;es fair,</L>
<L>Nor wet <HI>Octobers</HI> torrent flood</L>
<L>Thy molten cry&s;tal fill with mudd,</L>
<L>May thy billows rowl a&s;hoar</L>
<L>The beryl, and the golden ore,</L>
<L>May thy lofty head be crown'd</L>
<L>With many a tower and terra&s;s round,</L>
<L>And here and there thy banks upon</L>
<L>With Groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.</L>
<L>Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace,</L>
<L>Let us fly this cur&s;ed place,</L>
<L>Le&s;t the Sorcerer us intice</L>
<L>With &s;om other new device.</L>
<L>Not a wa&s;te, or needle&s;s &s;ound</L>
<L>Till we com to holier ground,</L>
<L>I &s;hall be your faithfull guide</L>
<L>Through this gloomy covert wide,</L>
<L>And not many furlongs thence</L>
<L>Is your Fathers re&s;idence,</L>
<L><PB N="117" REF="62">
Where this night are met in &s;tate</L>
<L>Many a friend to gratulate</L>
<L>His wi&s;h't pre&s;ence, and be&s;ide</L>
<L>All the Swains that there abide,</L>
<L>With Jiggs, and rural dance re&s;ort,</L>
<L>We &s;hall catch them at their &s;port,</L>
<L>And our &s;udden coming there</L>
<L>Will double all their mirth and chere;</L>
<L>Com let us ha&s;te, the Stars grow high,</L>
<L>But night &s;its monarch yet in the mid sky.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Scene changes pre&s;enting <HI>Ludlow</HI> Town and the Pre&s;idents Ca&s;tle, then com in Countrey-Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>Back Shepherds, back, anough your play,</L>
<L>Till next Sun-&s;hine holiday,</L>
<L>Here be without duck or nod</L>
<L>Other trippings to hetrod</L>
<L>Of lighter toes, and &s;uch Court gui&s;e</L>
<L>As <HI>Mercury</HI> did fir&s;t devi&s;e</L>
<L>With the mincing <HI>Dryades</HI></L>
<L>On the Lawns, and on the Leas.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="song">
<PB N="118" REF="63">
<HEAD>This &s;econd Song pre&s;ents them to their father and mother.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Noble Lord, and Lady bright,</L>
<L>I have brought ye new delight,</L>
<L>Here behold &s;o goodly grown</L>
<L>Three fair branches of your own,</L>
<L>Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,</L>
<L>Their &s;aith, their patience, and their truth.</L>
<L>And &s;ent them here through hard a&s;&s;ays</L>
<L>With a crown of deathle&s;s Prai&s;e,</L>
<L>To triumph in victorious dance</L>
<L>O're &s;en&s;ual Folly, and Intemperance.</L>
</LG>
<STAGE>The dances ended, the Spirit Epilognizer.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="speech">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spir.</SPEAKER>
<L>To the Ocean now I fly,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e happy climes that ly</L>
<L>Where day never &s;huts his eye,</L>
<L>Up in the broad fields of the sky:</L>
<L>There I &s;uck the liquid ayr</L>
<L>All amid&s;t the Gardens fair</L>
<L>Of <HI>He&s;perus,</HI> and his daughters three</L>
<L>That &s;ing about the golden tree:</L>
<L>Along the cri&s;ped &s;hades and bowres</L>
<L>Revels the &s;pruce and jocond Spring,</L>
<L><PB N="119" REF="63">
The Graces, and the ro&s;ie-boo&s;om'd Howres&punc;</L>
<L>Thither all their bounties bring,</L>
<L>That there eternal Summer dwels,</L>
<L>And We&s;t winds, with musky wing</L>
<L>About the cedar'n alleys fling</L>
<L><HI>Nard,</HI> and <HI>Ca&s;&s;ia</HI>'s balmy &s;mels.</L>
<L><HI>Iris</HI> there with humid bow,</L>
<L>Waters the odorous banks that blow</L>
<L>Flowers of more mingled hew</L>
<L>Then her purf<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d &s;carf can &s;hew,</L>
<L>And drenches with <HI>Ely&s;ian</HI> dew</L>
<L>(Li&s;t mortals, if your ears be true)</L>
<L>Beds of <HI>Hyacinth,</HI> and ro&s;es</L>
<L>Where young <HI>Adonis</HI> oft repo&s;es,</L>
<L>Waxing well of his deep wound</L>
<L>In &s;lumber &s;oft, and on the ground</L>
<L>Sadly &s;its th'<HI>A&s;&s;yrian</HI> Queen;</L>
<L>But farr above in &s;pangled &s;heen</L>
<L>Cele&s;tial <HI>Cupid</HI> her fam'd Son advanc't,</L>
<L>Holds his dear <HI>P&s;yche</HI> &s;weet intranc't</L>
<L>After her wandring labours long,</L>
<L>Till free con&s;ent the gods among</L>
<L>Make her his eternal Bride,</L>
<L>And from her fair un&s;potted &s;ide</L>
<L><PB N="120" REF="64">
Two bli&s;sful twins are to be born,</L>
<L>Youth and Joy; &s;o <HI>Jove</HI> hath &s;worn.</L>
<L>But now my task is &s;moothly don,</L>
<L>I can fly, or I can run</L>
<L>Quickly to the green earths end,</L>
<L>Where the bow'd welkin &s;low doth bend,</L>
<L>And from thence can &s;oar as &s;oon</L>
<L>To the corners of the Moon.</L>
<L>Mortals that would follow me,</L>
<L>Love vertue, &s;he alone is free,</L>
<L>She can teach ye how to clime</L>
<L>Higher then the Spheary chime&punc;</L>
<L>Or if Vertue feeble were,</L>
<L>Heav'n it &s;elf would &s;toop to her.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The End.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="64">
<P>Joannis Miltoni <HI>LONDINENSIS</HI> POEMATA&punc;</P>
<P>Quorum pleraque intra Annum aetatis Vige&s;imum Con&s;crip&s;it.</P>
<P>Nunc primum Edita.</P>
<P><HI>LONDINI,</HI> Typis <HI>R. R.</HI> Pro&s;tant ad In&s;ignia Principis, in Coemeterio D. <HI>Pauli,</HI> ar ud <HI>Humphredum Mo&s;eley.</HI> 1645.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="preface">
<PB REF="65">
<P><PB N="3" REF="65">
_HAEc quae &s;equuntur de Autho|re te&s;timonia, tamet&s;i ip&s;e intelligebat non tam de &s;e qu&agrave;m &s;upra &s;e e&s;&s;e dicta, e&ograve; qu&ograve;d preclaro ingenio viri, nec non amici ita fere &s;olent laudare, ut omnia &s;uis potius virtutibus, qu&agrave;m veritati congruentia nimis cupid&egrave; affingant, no|luit tamen horum egregiam in &s;e volun|tatem non e&s;&s;e notam; Cum alii prae&s;er|tim ut id faceret magnopere &s;uaderent. Dum enim nimiae laudis invidiam totis ab &s;e viribus amolitur, &s;ibique quod plus aequo e&s;t non attributum e&s;&s;e mavult, ju|dicium interim hominum cordatorum at|que illu&s;trium quin &s;ummo &s;ibi honori ducat, negare non pote&s;t.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="4" REF="66">
<HEAD>Joannes Bapti&s;ta Man&s;us, Marchio Villen&s;is Neapolitanus ad Joannem Miltonium Anglum.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>UT mens, forma, decor, facies, mos, &s;i pietas &s;ie,</L>
<L>Non Anglus, ver&ugrave;m hercle Angelus ip&s;e fores.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Ad Joannem Miltonem Anglum tri|plici poe&s;eos laure&acirc; coronandum Graec&acirc; nimi|rum, Latin&acirc;, atque Hetru&s;c&acirc;, Epi|gramma Joannis Sal&s;illi Romani.</HEAD>
<L>CEde Meles, cedat depre&s;&s;a Mincius urna;</L>
<L>Sebetus Ta&s;&s;um de&s;inat u&s;que loqui;</L>
<L>At Thame&s;is victor cunctis ferat altior undas</L>
<L>Nam per te Milto par tribus unus erit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Ad Joannem Miltonum.</HEAD>
<L>GRaecia Maeonidem, jactet &s;ibi Roma Maronem,</L>
<L>Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem. Selvaggi.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="ode">
<PB N="5" REF="66">
<HEAD>Al Signor Gio. Miltoni Nobile Ingle&s;e.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">ODE.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ERgimi ali' Etra &ograve; Clio</L>
<L>Perche di &s;telle intreccier&ograve; corona</L>
<L>Non pi&ugrave; del Biondo Dio</L>
<L>La Fronde eterna in Pindo, e in Elicona,</L>
<L>Dien&s;i a merto maggior, maggiori i fregi,</L>
<L>A'cele&s;te virt&ugrave; cele&s;ti pregi.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Non puo del tempo edace</L>
<L>Rimaner preda, eterno alto valore</L>
<L>Non pu&ograve; l'oblio rapace</L>
<L>Furar dalle memorie eccel&s;o onore,</L>
<L>Su l'arco di mia cetra un dardo forte</L>
<L>Virt&ugrave; m'adatti, e ferir&ograve; la morte.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Del Ocean profondo</L>
<L>Cinta dagli ampi gorghi Anglia ri&s;iede</L>
<L>Separata dal mondo,</L>
<L>Per&ograve; che il &s;uo valor l'umano ec<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ede</L>
<L>Que&s;ta feconda &s;&agrave; produrre Eroi,</L>
<L>Ch' hanno a ragion del &s;ovruman tra noi.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="6" REF="67">
<L>Alla virt&ugrave; sbandita</L>
<L>Danno ne i petti lor fido ricetto,</L>
<L>Quella gli &egrave; &s;ol gradita,</L>
<L>Perche in lei &s;an trovar gioia, e diletto;</L>
<L>Ridillo tu Giovanni e mo&s;tra in tanto</L>
<L>Con tua vera virt&ugrave;, vero il mio Canto.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lungi dal Patrio lido</L>
<L>Spin&s;e Zeu&s;i l'indu&s;tre ardente brama;</L>
<L>Ch' udio d' Helena il grido</L>
<L>Con aurea tromba rimbombar la fama,</L>
<L>E per poterla effigiare al paro</L>
<L>Dalle pi&ugrave; belle Idee tra&s;&s;e il pri&ugrave; raro.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Co&s;i l' Ape Ingegno&s;a</L>
<L>Trae con indu&s;tria il &s;uo liquor pregiato</L>
<L>Dal giglio e dalla ro&s;a,</L>
<L>E quanti vaghi fiori ornano il prato;</L>
<L>Formano un dolce &s;uon diver&s;e Chorde,</L>
<L>Fan varie voci melodia concorde.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Di bella gloria amante</L>
<L>Milion dal Ciel natio per varie parti</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="67">
Le peregrine piante</L>
<L>Volge&s;ti a ricercar &s;cienze, ed arti;</L>
<L>Del Gallo regnator vede&s;ti i Regni,</L>
<L>E dell' Italia ancor gl'Eroi piu degni.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fabro qua&s;i divino</L>
<L>Sol virt&ugrave; rintracciando il tuo pen&s;iero</L>
<L>Vide in ogni confino</L>
<L>Chi di nobil valor calcail &s;entiero;</L>
<L>L' ottimo dal miglior dopo &s;cegliea</L>
<L>Per fabbricar a'ogni virtu l' Idea.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Quanti nacquero in Flora</L>
<L>O in lei del parlar To&s;co appre&s;er l'arte,</L>
<L>La cui memoria onora</L>
<L>Il mondo fatta eterna in dotte carte,</L>
<L>Vole&s;ti ricercar per tuo te&s;oro,</L>
<L>E parla&s;ti con lor nell' opre loro.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nell' altera Babelle</L>
<L>Per te il parlar confu&s;e Giove in vano,</L>
<L>Che per varie favelle</L>
<L>Di &s;e &s;te&s;&s;a trofeo cadde &s;u'l piano:</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="68">
Ch' Ode oltr' all Anglia il &s;uo piu degno Idioma</L>
<L>Spagna, Francia, To&s;cana, e Grecia e Roma&punc;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I piu profondi arcani</L>
<L>Ch' occulta la natura e in eielo e in terra</L>
<L>Ch'&aacute; Ingegni &s;ovrumani</L>
<L>Troppo avar a tal'hor gli chiude, e &s;erra,</L>
<L>Chiaramente cono&s;ci, e giungi al fine</L>
<L>Della moral virtud&punc; al gran confine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Non batta il Tempo l' ale,</L>
<L>Fermi&s;i immoto, e in un fermin &s;i gl' anni,</L>
<L>Che di virt&ugrave; immortale</L>
<L>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">orron di troppo ingiurio&s;i a i danni&punc;</L>
<L>Ch<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> s'opre d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">gne di Poema o &s;toria</L>
<L>Furon gia, l'hai pre&s;enti alla memoria,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dammi tua dolce Cetra</L>
<L>Se vuoi ch'io dica del tuo dolce canto,</L>
<L>Ch' inalzandoti all' Etra</L>
<L>Di farti huomo cele&s;te otticne il vanto,</L>
<L>Il Tamigi il dir &agrave; che gl' &egrave; conce&s;&s;o</L>
<L>Per te &s;uo cigno pareggiar Perme&s;&s;o.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="9" REF="68">
<L>I o che in riva del Arno</L>
<L>Tento spiegar tuo merto alto, e preclaro</L>
<L>So che fatico indarno,</L>
<L>E ad ammir ar, non a lodar lo imparo;</L>
<L>Freno dunque la lingua, e a&s;colto il core</L>
<L>Che ti prende a lodar con lo &s;tupore.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Del &s;ig. Antonio Francini gentilhuomo Fiorentino.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB N="10" REF="69">
<HEAD>JOANNI MILTONI <HI>LONDINIENSI.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Juveni Patria, virtutibus eximio,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>VIro qui multa peregrinatione, &s;tudio cuncta orbis terra|rarum loca per&s;pexit, ut novus &V;ly&s;&s;es omnia ubique ab omnibus apprehenderet.</P>
<P>Polyglotto, in cujus ore linguae jam deperditae &s;ic re|vivi&s;cunt, ut idiomata omnia &s;int in ejus laudibus in|facunda; Et jure ea percallet ut admirationes &amp; plau&s;us popu|lorum ab propria &s;apientia excitatos, intelligat.</P>
<P>Illi, cujus animi dotes corpori&s;que, &s;en&s;us ad admirationem commovent, &amp; per ip&s;am motum cuique auferunt; cujus opera ad plau&s;us hortantur, &s;ed va&s;titate vocem laudatoribus adi|munt.</P>
<P>Cui in Memoria totus Orbis: In intellectu Sapientia. in vo|luntate ardor gloriae. in ore Eloquentia: Harmoni cos cele&s;tium Sphaerarum &s;onitus A&s;tronomia Duce audieuti, Characteres mirabilium naturae per quos Dei magnitudo de&s;cribitur magi&s;tra Philo&s;ophia legenti; Antiquitatum latebras, vetu&s;tatis excidia, eruditionis ambages comite a&s;&s;idua autorum Lectione.</P>
<Q><L>Exquirenti, re&s;tauranti, percurrenti.</L>
<L>At cur nitor in arduum?</L></Q>
<P>Illi in cujus virtutibus evulgandis ora Famae non &s;ufficiant, nec hominum &s;tupor in laud and is &s;atis e&s;t, Reverentiae &amp; amoris ergo hoc ejus meritis debitum admirationis tributum offert Carolus Datus Patricius Florentinus.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Tanto homini &s;ervus, tantae virtutis amator.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="11" REF="69">
<HEAD>ELEGIARUM Liber primus.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Elegia prima ad <HI>Carolum Diodatum.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_TAndem, chare, tuae mihi pervenere tabellae,</L>
<L>Pertulit &amp; voces nuntia charta tuas,</L>
<L>Pertulit occidu&acirc; Devae Ce&s;tren&s;is ab or&acirc;</L>
<L>Vergivium prono qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> petit amne &s;alum.</L>
<L>Mult&ugrave;m crede juvat terras alui&s;&s;e remotas</L>
<L>Pectus amans no&s;tri, tamque fidele caput,</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;dque mihi lepidum tellus longinqua &s;odalem</L>
<L>Debet, at unde brevi reddere ju&s;&s;a velit.</L>
<L>Me tenet urbs reflu&acirc; quam Thame&s;is alluit und&acirc;&punc;</L>
<L>Meque nec invitum patria dulcis habet.</L>
<L>Jam nec arundiferum mihi cura revi&s;ere Camum,</L>
<L>Nec dudum vetiti melaris angit amor.</L>
<L>Nuda nec arva placent, umbra&s;que negantia molle</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m male Phoebicolis convenit ille locus!</L>
<L>Nec duri libet u&s;que minas perferre magi&s;tri</L>
<L>Caeteraque ingenio non &s;ubeunda meo,</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="70">
Si &s;it hoc exilium patrios adii&s;&s;e penates,</L>
<L>Et vacuum curis otia grata &s;equi,</L>
<L>Non ego vel p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ofugi nomen, &s;ortemve recu&s;o,</L>
<L>Laetus &amp; exilii conditione fruor.</L>
<L>O utinam vates nunquam graviora tuli&s;&s;et</L>
<L>Ille Tomitano flebilis exul agro;</L>
<L>Non tunc Jonio quicquam ce&s;&s;i&s;&s;et Homero</L>
<L>Neve foret victo I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">us tibi prima Maro.</L>
<L>Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Mu&s;is,</L>
<L>Et totum rapiunt me mea vita libri.</L>
<L>Excipit hinc fe&s;&s;um &s;inuo&s;i pompa theatri,</L>
<L>Et vocat ad plau&s;us garrula &s;cena &s;uos.</L>
<L>Seu catus auditur &s;enior, &s;eu prodigus haeres,</L>
<L>Seu procus, aut po&s;it<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> ca&s;&s;ide miles ade&s;t,</L>
<L>Sive decennali foecundus lite patronus</L>
<L>Detonat inculto barbara verba foro,</L>
<L>Saepe vafer gnato &s;uccurrit &s;ervus amanti,</L>
<L>Et na&s;um rigidi fallit ubique Patris;</L>
<L>Saepe novos illic virgo mirata calores</L>
<L>Quid &s;it amor ne&s;cit, dum quoque ne&s;cit, amat&punc;</L>
<L>Sive cruentatum furio&s;a Tragoedia &s;ceptrum</L>
<L>Qua&s;&s;at, &amp; effu&s;is crinibus ora rotat,</L>
<L>Et dolet, &amp; &s;pecto, juvat &amp; &s;pecta&s;&s;e dolendo,</L>
<L>Interdum &amp; lacrymis dulcis amaror ine&s;t:</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="70">
Seu puer infelix indelibata reliquit</L>
<L>Gaudia, &amp; abrupto flendus amore eadit,</L>
<L>Seu ferus e tenebris iterat Styga criminis ultor</L>
<L>Con&s;cia funereo pectora torre movens,</L>
<L>Seu maeret Pelopeia domus, &s;eu nobilis Ili,</L>
<L>Aut luit ince&s;tos aula Creontis avos.</L>
<L>Sed neque &s;ub tecto &s;emper nec in urbe latemus,</L>
<L>Irrita nec nobis tempora veris eunt.</L>
<L>Nos quoque lucus habet vicin&acirc; con&s;itus ulmo</L>
<L>Atque &s;uburbani nobilis umbra loci.</L>
<L>Saepius hic blandas &s;pirantia &s;ydera flammas</L>
<L>Virgineos videas praeterii&s;&s;e choros.</L>
<L>Ah quoties dignae &s;tupui miracula formae</L>
<L>Quae po&s;&s;et &s;enium vel reparare Iovis;</L>
<L>Ah quoties vidi &s;uperantia lumina gemmas,</L>
<L>Atque faces quotquot volvit uterque polus;</L>
<L>Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quae brachia vincant,</L>
<L>Quae que fluit puro nectare tincta via,</L>
<L>Et decus eximium frontis&punc; tremulo&s;que capillos,</L>
<L>Aurea quae fallax retia tendit Amor.</L>
<L>Pellace&s;que genas, ad quas hyacinthina &s;ordet</L>
<L>Purpura, &amp; ip&s;e tui floris, Adoni, rubor.</L>
<L>Cedite laudatae toties Heroides olim,</L>
<L>Et quaecunque vagum cepit amica Jovem,</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="71">
Cedite Achaemeniae turrit&acirc; fronte puellae,</L>
<L>Et quot Su&s;a colunt, Memnoniamque Ninon.</L>
<L>Vos etiam Danaae fa&s;ces &s;ubmittite Nymphae,</L>
<L>Et vos Iliacae, Romuleaeque nurus.</L>
<L>Nec Pompeianas Tarp&euml;ia Mu&s;a columnas</L>
<L>Jactet, &amp; Au&s;oniis plena theatra &s;tolis.</L>
<L>Gloria Virginibus debetur prima Britannis,</L>
<L>Extera &s;at tibi &s;it foemina po&s;&s;e &s;equi.</L>
<L>Tuque urbs Dardaniis Londinum &s;tructa colonis</L>
<L>Turrigerum late con&s;picienda caput,</L>
<L>Tu nimium felix intra tua moenia claudis</L>
<L>Quicquid formo&s;i pendulus orbis habet.</L>
<L>Non tibi tot caelo &s;cintillant a&s;tra &s;ereno</L>
<L>Endymioneae turba mini&s;tra deae,</L>
<L>Quot tibi con&s;picuae form&aacute;que aur&oacute;que puellae</L>
<L>Per medias radiant turba videnda vias.</L>
<L>Creditur huc geminis veni&s;&s;e invecta columbis</L>
<L>Alma pharetrigero milite cincta Venus,</L>
<L>Huic Cnidon, &amp; riguas Simoentis flumine valles,</L>
<L>Huic Paphon, &amp; ro&s;eam po&s;thabitura Cypron.</L>
<L>A&s;t ego, dum pueri &s;init indulgentia caeci,</L>
<L>Moenia qu&agrave;m &s;ubit&ograve; linquere fau&s;ta paro&punc;</L>
<L>Et vitare procul malefidae infamia Circes</L>
<L>Atria, divini Molyos u&s;us ope.</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="71">
Stat quoque junco&s;as Cami remeare paludes,</L>
<L>Atque iterum raucae murmur adire Scholae.</L>
<L>Interea fidi parvum cape munus amici,</L>
<L>Paucaque in alternos verba coacta modos.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Elegia &s;ecunda, Anno aetatis 17.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">In obitum Praeconis Academici Cantabrigien&s;is.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>TE, qui con&s;picuus baculo fulgente &s;olebas</L>
<L>Palladium toties ore ciere gregem,</L>
<L>Ultima praeconum praeconem te quoque &s;aeva</L>
<L>Mors rapit, officio nec favet ip&s;a &s;uo.</L>
<L>Candidiora licet fuerint tibi tempora plumis</L>
<L>Sub quibus accipimus delitui&s;&s;e Jovem,</L>
<L>O dignus tamen Haemonio juvene&s;cere &s;ucco,</L>
<L>Dignus in Ae&s;onios vivere po&s;&s;e dies,</L>
<L>Dignus quem Stygiis medic&acirc; revocaret ab undis</L>
<L>Arte Coronides, &s;aepe rogante dea.</L>
<L>Tu &s;i ju&s;&s;us eras acies accire togatas,</L>
<L>Et celer a Phoebo nuntius ire tuo</L>
<L>Talis in Iliac&acirc; &s;tabat Cyllenius aula</L>
<L>Alipes, aethere&acirc; mi&s;&s;us ab arce Patris.</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="72">
Talis &amp; Eurybates ante ora furentis Achillei</L>
<L>Rettulit Atridae ju&s;&s;a &s;evera ducis.</L>
<L>Magna &s;epulchrorum regina, &s;atelles Averni</L>
<L>Saeva nimis Mu&s;is, Palladi &s;aeva nimis,</L>
<L>Quin illos rapias qui pondus inutile terrae,</L>
<L>Turba quidem e&s;t telis i&s;ta petenda tuis.</L>
<L>Ve&s;tibus hunc igitur pullis Academia luge,</L>
<L>Et madeant lachrymis nigra feretra tuis.</L>
<L>Fundat &amp; ip&s;a modos querebunda Elegeia tri&s;tes,</L>
<L>Per&s;onet &amp; totis naenia moe&s;ta &s;cholis.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Elegia tertia, Anno aetatis 17.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">In obitum Prae&s;ulis Wintonien&s;is.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Moe&s;tus eram, &amp; tacitus nullo comitante &s;edebam,</L>
<L>Haerebantque animo tri&s;tia plura meo,</L>
<L>Protinus en &s;ubiit fune&s;tae cladis imago</L>
<L>Fecit in Angliaco quam Libitina &s;olo;</L>
<L>Dum procerum ingre&s;&s;a e&s;t &s;plendentes marmore turres</L>
<L>Dira &s;epulchrali mors metuenda face;</L>
<L>Pul&s;avitque auro gravidos &amp; ja&s;pide muros,</L>
<L>Nec metuit &s;atrapum &s;ternere falce greges.</L>
<L>Tunc memini clarique ducis, fratri&s;que verendi</L>
<L>Intempe&s;tivis o&s;&s;a cremata rogis&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="72">
Et memini Heroum quos vidit ad aethera raptos,</L>
<L>Flevit &amp; ami&s;&s;os Belgia tota duces.</L>
<L>At te praecipu&egrave; luxi digni&s;&s;ime prae&s;ul,</L>
<L>Wintoniaeque olim gloria magna tuae;</L>
<L>Delicui fletu, &amp; tri&s;ti &s;ic ore querebar,</L>
<L>Mors fera Tartareo diva &s;ecunda Jovi,</L>
<L>Nonne &s;atis quod &s;ylva tuas pe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;enriat iras,</L>
<L>Et quod in herbo&s;os j<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s tibi detur agros,</L>
<L>Quodque afflata tuo marce&s;cant lilia tabo,</L>
<L>Et crocus, &amp; pulchrae Cypridi &s;acra ro&s;a,</L>
<L>Nec &s;inis ut &s;emper fluvio contermina quercus</L>
<L>Miretur lap&s;us praetereuntis aquae?</L>
<L>Et tibi &s;uccumbit liquido quae plurima caelo</L>
<L>Evehitur pennis quamlibet augur avis,</L>
<L>Et quae mille nigris errant animalia &s;ylvis,</L>
<L>Et quod alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus,</L>
<L>Invida, tanta tibi cum &s;it conce&s;&s;a pote&s;tas;</L>
<L>Quid juvat human&acirc; tingere caede manus?</L>
<L>Nobileque in pectus certas acui&s;&s;e &s;agittas,</L>
<L>Semideamque animam &s;ede fug&acirc;&s;&s;e &s;u&agrave;?</L>
<L>Talia dum lacrymans alto &s;ub pectore volvo,</L>
<L>Ro&s;cidus occiduis He&s;perus exit aquis,</L>
<L>Et Tarte&s;&s;iaco &s;ubmer&s;erat aequore currum</L>
<L>Phoebus ab e&ouml;o littore men&s;us iter.</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="73">
Nec mora, membra cavo po&s;ui refovenda cubili,</L>
<L>Condiderant oculos noxque &s;oporque meos.</L>
<L>Cum mihi vi&s;us eram lato &s;patiarier agro,</L>
<L>Heu nequit ingenium vi&s;a referre meum.</L>
<L>Illic punice&acirc; radiabant omnia luce,</L>
<L>Ut matutino cum juga &s;ole rubent.</L>
<L>Ac veluti cum pandit opes Thaumantia proles,</L>
<L>Ve&s;titu nituit multicolore &s;olum.</L>
<L>Non dea tam variis ornavit floribus hortos</L>
<L>Alcinoi, Zephyro Chloris amata levi.</L>
<L>Flumina vernantes lambunt argentea campos,</L>
<L>Ditior He&s;perio flavet arena Tago.</L>
<L>Serpit odoriferas per opes levis aura Favoni,</L>
<L>Aura &s;ub innumeris humida nata ro&s;is.</L>
<L>Talis in extremis terrae Gangetidis oris</L>
<L>Luciferi regis fingitur e&s;&s;e domus.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e racemiferis dum den&s;as vitibus umbras</L>
<L>Et pellucentes miror ubique locos,</L>
<L>Ecce mihi &s;ubito prae&s;ul Wintonius a&s;tat,</L>
<L>Sydereum nitido &s;ul&s;it in ore jubar;</L>
<L>Ve&s;tis ad auratos defluxit candida talos,</L>
<L>Infula divinum cinxerat alba caput.</L>
<L>Dumque &s;enex tali incedit venerandus amictu,</L>
<L>Intremuit laeto florea terra &s;ono.</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="73">
Agmina gemmatis plaudunt caele&s;tia pennis,</L>
<L>Pura triumphali per&s;onat aethra tub&acirc;.</L>
<L>Qui&s;que novum amplexu comitem cantuque &s;aluta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Ho&s;que aliquis placido mi&s;it ab ore &s;onos;</L>
<L>Nate veni, &amp; patrii felix cape gaudia regni,</L>
<L>Semper ab hinc duro, nate, labore vaca.</L>
<L>Dixit, &amp; aligerae tetigerunt nablia turmae,</L>
<L>At mihi cum tenebris aurea pul&s;a quies.</L>
<L>Flebam turbatos Cephalei&acirc; pellice &s;omnos;</L>
<L>Talia contingant &s;omnia &s;aepe mihi.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Elegia quarta. Anno aetatis 18.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Ad Thomam Junium praeceptore<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;uum apud mercatores Anglicos Hamburgae agentes Pa&s;toris munere fungentem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CUrre per immen&s;um &s;ubit&ograve; mea littera pontum&punc;</L>
<L>I, pete Teutonicos laeve per aequor agros,</L>
<L>Segnes rumpe moras, &amp; nil, precor, ob&s;tet eunti,</L>
<L>Et fe&s;tinantis nil remoreturiter.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e ego Sicanio fraenantem carcere ventos</L>
<L>Aeolon, &amp; virides &s;ollicitabo Deos;</L>
<L>Caeruleamque &s;uis comitatam Dorida Nymphis,</L>
<L>Ut tibi dent placidam per &s;ua regna v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">am.</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="74">
At tu, &s;i poteris, celeres tibi &s;ume jugales,</L>
<L>Vecta quibus Colchis fugit ab ore viri.</L>
<L>Aut queis Triptolemus Scythicas devenit in oras</L>
<L>Gratus Eleu&s;in&acirc; mi&s;&s;us ab urbe puer.</L>
<L>Atque ubi Germanas flavere videbis arenas</L>
<L>Ditis ad Hamburgae moenia flecte gradum,</L>
<L>Dicitur occi&s;o quae ducere nomen ab Ham&acirc;,</L>
<L>Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedi&s;&s;e neci.</L>
<L>Vivit ibi antiquae clarus pieta tis honore</L>
<L>Prae&s;ul Chri&s;ticolas pa&s;cere doctus oves;</L>
<L>Ille quidem e&s;t animae plu&s;quam pars altera no&s;trae,</L>
<L>Dimidio vitae vivere cogor ego.</L>
<L>Hei mihi quot pelagi, quot montes interjecti</L>
<L>Me faciunt ali&acirc; parte carere mei!</L>
<L>Charior ille mihi quam tu docti&s;&s;ime Graium</L>
<L>Cliniadi, pronepos qui Telamonis erat.</L>
<L>Qu&aacute;mque Stagirites genero&s;o magnus alumno,</L>
<L>Quem peperit Libyco Chaonis alma Jovi.</L>
<L>Qualis Amyntorides, qualis Philyr&euml;ius Heros</L>
<L>Myrmidonum regi, talis &amp; ille mihi.</L>
<L>Primus ego Aonios illo praeeunte rece&s;&s;us</L>
<L>Lu&s;trabam, &amp; bifidi &s;acra vireta jugi,</L>
<L>Pierio&s;que hau&s;i latices, Clioque favente,</L>
<L>Ca&s;talio &s;par&s;i laeta ter ora mero.</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="74">
Flammeus at &s;ignum ter viderat arietis Aethon,</L>
<L>Jnduxitque auro lanea terga novo,</L>
<L>Bi&s;que novo terram &s;par&s;i&s;ti Chlori &s;enilem</L>
<L>Gramine, bi&s;que tuas ab&s;tulit Au&s;ter opes:</L>
<L>Necdum ejus licuit mihi lumina pa&s;cere vultu,</L>
<L>Aut linguae dulces aure bibi&s;&s;e &s;onos.</L>
<L>Vade igitur, cur&s;uque Eurum praeverte &s;onorum,</L>
<L>Qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">m &s;it opus monitis res docet, ip&s;a vides.</L>
<L>Invenies dulci cum conjuge forte &s;edentem,</L>
<L>Mulcentem gremio pignora chara &s;uo,</L>
<L>For&s;itan aut veterum praelarga volumina patrum</L>
<L>Ver&s;antem, aut veri biblia &s;acra Dei.</L>
<L>Caele&s;tive animas &s;aturantem rore tenellas,</L>
<L>Grande &s;alutiferae religionis opus.</L>
<L>Utque &s;olet, multam, &s;it dicere cura &s;alutem,</L>
<L>Dicere quam decuit, &s;i modo ade&s;&s;et, herum.</L>
<L>Haec quoque paulum oculos in humum defixa mode&s;tos,</L>
<L>Verba verecundo &s;is memor ore loqui:</L>
<L>Haec tibi, &s;i teneris vacat inter praelia Mu&s;is</L>
<L>Mittitab Angliaco littore fida manus.</L>
<L>Accipe &s;inceram, quamvis &s;it &s;era, &s;alutem</L>
<L>Fiat &amp; hoc ip&s;o gratior illa tibi.</L>
<L>Sera quidem, &s;ed vera fuit, quam ca&s;ta recepit&punc;</L>
<L>Icaris a lento Penelopeia viro.</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="75">
A&s;t ego quid volui manife&s;tum tollere crimen,</L>
<L>Ip&s;e quod ex omni parte levare nequit.</L>
<L>Arguitur tardus merit&ograve;, noxamque fatetur,</L>
<L>Et pudet officium de&s;erui&s;&s;e &s;uum.</L>
<L>Tu mod&ograve; da veniam fa&s;&s;o, veniamque roganti,</L>
<L>Crimina diminui, quae patuere, &s;olent.</L>
<L>Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes,</L>
<L>Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo.</L>
<L>Saepe fari&s;&s;iferi crudelia pectora Thracis</L>
<L>Supplicis ad moe&s;tas delicuere preces.</L>
<L>Exten&s;aeque manus avertunt fulminis ictus,</L>
<L>Placat &amp; iratos ho&s;tia parva Deos.</L>
<L>Jamque diu &s;crip&s;i&s;&s;e tibi fuit impetus illi,</L>
<L>Neve mora ultra ducere pa&s;&s;us Amor.</L>
<L>Nam vaga Fama refert, heu nuntia vera malorum!</L>
<L>In tibi finitimis bella tumere locis,</L>
<L>Teque tu&agrave;mque urbem truculento milite cingi,</L>
<L>Et jam Saxonicos arma para&s;&s;e duces.</L>
<L>Te circum lat&egrave; campos populatur Enyo,</L>
<L>Et &s;ata carne virum jam cruor arva rigat.</L>
<L>Germani&s;que &s;uum conce&s;&s;it Thracia Martem,</L>
<L>Illuc Odry&s;ios Mars pater egit equos.</L>
<L>Perpetu&oacute;que comans jam de&s;lore&s;cit oliva,</L>
<L>Fugit &amp; aeri&s;onam Diva pero&s;a tubam,</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="75">
Fugit io terris, &amp; jam non ultima virgo</L>
<L>Creditur ad &s;uperas ju&s;ta vola&s;&s;e domos.</L>
<L>Te tamen intere&agrave; belli circum&s;onat horror,</L>
<L>Vivis &amp; ignoto &s;olus in&oacute;p&s;que &s;olo;</L>
<L>Et, tibi quam patrii non exhibuere penates</L>
<L>Sede peregrin&acirc; quaeris egenus opem.</L>
<L>Patria dura parens, &amp; &s;axis &s;aevior albis</L>
<L>Spumea quae pul&s;at littoris unda tui,</L>
<L>Siccine te decet innocuos exponere faetus,</L>
<L>Siccine in externam ferrea cogis humum,</L>
<L>Et &s;inis ut terris quaerant alimenta remotis</L>
<L>Quos tibi pro&s;piciens mi&s;erat ip&s;e Deus,</L>
<L>Et qui laeta ferunt de caelo nuntia, quique</L>
<L>Quae via po&s;t cineres ducat ad a&s;tra, docent?</L>
<L>Digna quidem Stygii<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> quae viva<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> clau&s;a tenebris,</L>
<L>Aetern&acirc;que animae digna perire fame!</L>
<L>Haud aliter va<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">es terrae Thesbitidis olim</L>
<L>Pre&s;&s;it ina&s;&s;ueto devia te&s;qua pede,</L>
<L>De&s;erta&s;que Arabum &s;alebras, dum regis Achabi</L>
<L>Effugit atque tuas, Sidoni dira, manus.</L>
<L>Talis &amp; horri&s;ono laceratus membra flagello,</L>
<L>Paulus ab Aemathi&acirc; pellitur urbe Cilix.</L>
<L>Pi&s;co&s;aeque ip&s;um Gerge&s;&s;ae civis Je&s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Finibus ingratus ju&s;&s;it abire &s;uis.</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="76">
At tu &s;ume animos, nec &s;pes cadat anxia curis</L>
<L>Nec tua concutiat decolor o&s;&s;a metus.</L>
<L>Sis eteni <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> quamvis fulgentibus ob&s;itus armis,</L>
<L>Intententque tibi millia tela necem,</L>
<L>At nullis vel in<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rme latus violabitur armis,</L>
<L>Deque tuo cu&s;pis nullo cruore bibet.</L>
<L>Namque eris ip&s;e Dei radiante &s;ub aegide tutus,</L>
<L>Ille tibi cu&s;tos, &amp; pugil ille tibi;</L>
<L>Ille Sion<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">ae qui tot &s;ub <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">oenibus arcis</L>
<L>A&s;&s;yrios f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">it nocte &s;ilente viros,</L>
<L>Inque fugam vertit quos in Samaritidas oras</L>
<L>Mi&s;it ab antiquis pri&s;ca Dama&s;cus agris,</L>
<L>Terruit &amp; den&s;as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">vido cum rege cohortes,</L>
<L>Aere dum vacuo buccina clara &s;onat,</L>
<L>Cornea pulvereum dum verberat ungula campum,</L>
<L>Currus areno&s;am dum quatit actus humum,</L>
<L>Auditurque hinnitus equorum ad bella ruent&uacute;m,</L>
<L>Et &s;trepitus ferri, murmuraque alta vir&ucirc;m.</L>
<L>Et tu (quod &s;upere&s;t mi&s;eris) &s;perare memento,</L>
<L>Et tua magnanimo pectore vince mala.</L>
<L>Nec dubites quandoque frui melioribus annis,</L>
<L>Atque iterum patrios po&s;&s;e videre lares.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="25" REF="76">
<HEAD>Elegia quinta, Anno aetatis 20.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">In adventum veris.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IN &s;e perpetuo Tempus revolubile gyro</L>
<L>Jam revocat Zephyros vere tepen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e novos.</L>
<L>Induiturque brevem Tellus reparata juventam,</L>
<L>Jamque &s;oluta gelu dulce vire&s;cit humus.</L>
<L>Fallor? an &amp; nobis redeunt in carmina vires,</L>
<L>Ingeniumque mihi munere veris ade&s;t?</L>
<L>Munere veris ade&s;t, iterumque vige&s;cit ab illo</L>
<L>(Quis putet) atque aliquod jam &s;ibi po&s;cit opus,</L>
<L>Ca&s;talis ante oculos, bifidumque cacumen oberrat.</L>
<L>Et mihi Pyrenen &s;omnia nocte ferunt.</L>
<L>Concitaque arcano fervent mihi pectora motu,</L>
<L>Et furor, &amp; &s;onitus me &s;acer int&ugrave;s agit.</L>
<L>Delius ip&s;e venit, video Pen&euml;ide lauro</L>
<L>Implicitos crines, Delius ip&s;e venit.</L>
<L>Jam mihi mens liquidi raptatur in ardua coeli,</L>
<L>Perque vagas nubes corpore liber eo.</L>
<L>Perque umbras, perque antra feror penetralia vatum,</L>
<L>Et mihi fana patent interiora De&ucirc;m.</L>
<L>Intuiturque animus toto quid agatur Olympo,</L>
<L>Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara caeca meos.</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="77">
Quid tam grande &s;onat di&s;tento &s;piritus ore?</L>
<L>Quid parit haec rabies, quid &s;acer i&s;te furor?</L>
<L>Ver mihi, quod dedit ingenium, cantab<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tur illo;</L>
<L>Profuerint i&s;to reddita dona modo.</L>
<L>Jam Philomela tuos foliis adoperta novellis</L>
<L>In&s;tituis modulos, dum &s;ilet omne nemus.</L>
<L>Urbe ego, tu &s;ylv&acirc; &s;imul incipiamus utrique&punc;</L>
<L>Et &s;imul adventum veris uterque canat.</L>
<L>Veris io rediere vices, celebremus honores</L>
<L>Veris, &amp; hoc &s;ubeat Mu&s;a quotannis opus.</L>
<L>Jam &s;ol Aet iopas fugiens Titnoniaque arva,</L>
<L>Flectit ad Arct&ouml;as aurea lora plagas.</L>
<L>E&s;t breve noctis iter, brevis e&s;t mora noctis opacae</L>
<L>Horrida cum tenebris exulat illa &s;uis.</L>
<L>Jamque Lycaonius plau&s;trum caele&s;te Bo&ouml;tes</L>
<L>Non long&acirc; &s;equitur fe&s;&s;us ut ante vi&acirc;,</L>
<L>Nunc etiam &s;olitas circum Jovis atria toto</L>
<L>Excubias agitant &s;ydera rara polo.</L>
<L>Nam dolus &amp; caedes, &amp; vis cum nocte rece&s;&s;it,</L>
<L>Neve Giganteum Dii timuere &s;celus.</L>
<L>Forte aliquis &s;copuli recubans in vertice pa&s;tor,</L>
<L>Ro&s;cida cum primo &s;ole rube&s;cit humus,</L>
<L>Hac, ait&punc; hac cert&egrave; carui&s;ti nocte puell&acirc;</L>
<L>Phoebe tu&acirc;, celeres quae retineret equos.</L>
<L><PB N="27" REF="77">
Laeta &s;uas repetit &s;ylvas, pharetramque re&s;umit</L>
<L>Cynthia, Luciferas ut videtalta rotas,</L>
<L>Et tenues ponens radios gaudere videtur</L>
<L>Officium fieri tam breve fratris ope.</L>
<L>De&s;ere, Phoebus ait, thalamos Aurora &s;eniles,</L>
<L>Quid juvat effoeto procubui&s;&s;e toro?</L>
<L>Te manet Aeolides viridi venator in herba,</L>
<L>Surge, tuos ignes altus Hymettus habet.</L>
<L>Flava verecundo dea crimen in ore fatetur,</L>
<L>Et matutinos ocyus urget equos.</L>
<L>Exuit invi&s;am Tellus rediviva &s;enectam,</L>
<L>Et cupit amplexus Phoebe &s;ubire tuos;</L>
<L>Et cupit, &amp; digna e&s;t, quid enim formo&s;ius ill<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Pandit ut omniferos luxurio&s;a &s;inus,</L>
<L>Atque Arabum &s;pirat me&s;&s;es, &amp; ab ore venu&s;to</L>
<L>Mitia cum Paphiis fundit amoma ro&s;is.</L>
<L>Ecce coronatur &s;acro frons ardua luco,</L>
<L>Cingit ut Idaeam pinea turris Opim;</L>
<L>Et vario madidos intexit flore capillos,</L>
<L>Floribus &amp; vi&s;a e&s;t po&s;&s;e placere &s;uis.</L>
<L>Floribus effu&s;os ut erat redimita capillos</L>
<L>Taenario placuit diva Sicana Deo.</L>
<L>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">pice Phoebe tibi faciles hortantur amores,</L>
<L>Mellita&s;que movent flamina verna preces.</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="78">
Cinname&acirc; Zephyrus leve plaudit odorifer al&acirc;,</L>
<L>Blanditia&s;que tibi ferre videntur aves.</L>
<L>Nec &s;ine dote tuos temeraria quaerit amores</L>
<L>Terra, nec optatos po&s;cit egena toros,</L>
<L>Alma &s;alutiferum medicos tibi gramen in u&s;us</L>
<L>Praebet, &amp; hinc titulos adjuvat ip&s;a tuos.</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d &s;i te pretium, &s;i te fulgentia tangunt</L>
<L>Munera, (muneribus faepe coemptus Amor)</L>
<L>Illa tibi o&s;ten<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">t qua&s;cunque &s;ub aequore va&s;to&punc;</L>
<L>Et &s;uperinjectis montibus abdit opes.</L>
<L>Ah quoties cum tu <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">livo&s;o fe&s;&s;us Olympo</L>
<L>In ve&s;pertinas praecipitaris aquas,</L>
<L>Cur te, inquit, cur&s;u languentem Phoebe diurno</L>
<L>He&s;periis recipit Caerula mater aquis?</L>
<L>Quid tibi cum Tethy? Quid cum Tarte&s;&s;ide lymph&acirc;,</L>
<L>Dia quid immundo perluis ora &s;alo?</L>
<L>Frigora Phoebe me&acirc; melius captabis in umbr&acirc;,</L>
<L>Huc ades, ardentes imbue rore comas.</L>
<L>Mollior egelid&acirc; veniet tibi &s;omnus in herb&acirc;,</L>
<L>Huc ades, &amp; gremio lumina pone meo.</L>
<L>Qu&aacute;que jaces circum mulcebit lene &s;u&s;urrans</L>
<L>Aura per humentes corpora fu&s;a ro&s;as.</L>
<L>Nec me (crede mihi) terrent Semeleia fata,</L>
<L>Nec Ph&auml;etont&eacute;o fumidus axis equo;</L>
<L><PB N="29" REF="78">
Cum tu Phoebe tuo &s;apientius uteris igni,</L>
<L>Huc ades &amp; gremio lumina pone meo.</L>
<L>Sic Tellus la&s;civa &s;uos &s;u&s;pirat amores;</L>
<L>Matris in exemplum caetera turba ruunt.</L>
<L>Nunc etenim toto currit vagus orbe Cupido,</L>
<L>Languente&s;que fovet &s;olis ab igne faces.</L>
<L>In&s;onuere novis lethalia cornua nervis,</L>
<L>Tri&s;te micant ferro tela coru&s;ca novo.</L>
<L>Jamque vel invictam tentat &s;upera&s;&s;e Dianam,</L>
<L>Quaeque &s;edet &s;acro Ve&s;ta pudica foco.</L>
<L>Ip&s;a &s;ene&s;centem reparat Venus annua formam,</L>
<L>Atque iterum tepido creditur orta mari.</L>
<L>Marmoreas juvenes clamant Hymenaee per urbes,</L>
<L>Littus io Hymen, &amp; cava &s;axa &s;onant.</L>
<L>Cultior ille venit tunic&acirc;que decentior apt&acirc;,</L>
<L>Puniceum redolet ve&s;tis odora crocum.</L>
<L>Egrediturque frequens ad amoeni gaudia veris</L>
<L>Virgineas auro cincta puella &s;inus.</L>
<L>Votum e&s;t cuique &s;uum, votum e&s;t tamen omnibus unum&punc;</L>
<L>Un &s;ibi quem cupiat, det Cytherea virum.</L>
<L>Nunc quoque &s;epten&acirc; modulatur arundine pa&s;tor,</L>
<L>Et &s;ua quae jungat carmina Phyllis habet.</L>
<L>Navita nocturno placat &s;ua &s;ydera cantu,</L>
<L>Delphina&s;que leves ad vada &s;umma vocat.</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="79">
Jupiter ip&s;e alto cum conjuge ludit Olympo,</L>
<L>Convocat &amp; famulos ad &s;ua fe&s;ta Deos.</L>
<L>Nunc etiam Satyri cum &s;era crepu&s;cula &s;urgunt&punc;</L>
<L>Pervolitant celeri florea rura choro;</L>
<L>Sylvanu&s;que &s;u&acirc; Cypari&s;&s;i fronde revinctus,</L>
<L>Semicaperque Deus, &s;emideu&s;que caper.</L>
<L>Quaeque &s;ub arboribus Dryades latuere vetu&s;tis</L>
<L>Per juga, per &s;olos expatiantur agros.</L>
<L>Per &s;ata luxuriat fruticetaque Maenalius Pan,</L>
<L>Vix Cybele mater, vix &s;ibi tuta Ceres,</L>
<L>Atque aliquam cupidus praedatur Oreada Faunus&punc;</L>
<L>Con&s;ulit in trepidos dum &s;ibi Nympha pedes&punc;</L>
<L>Jamque latet, latitan&s;que cupit male tecta videri&punc;</L>
<L>Et fugit, &amp; fugiens pervelit ip&s;a capi.</L>
<L>Dii quoque non dubitant caelo praeponere &s;ylvas,</L>
<L>Et &s;ua qui&s;que &s;ibi numina lucus habet.</L>
<L>Et &s;ua qui&s;que diu &s;ibi numina lucus habeto,</L>
<L>Nec vos arbore&acirc; dii precor ite domo.</L>
<L>Te referant mi&s;eris te Jupiter aurea terris</L>
<L>Saecla, quid ad nimbos a&s;pera tela redis?</L>
<L>Tu &s;altem lent&egrave; rapidos age Phoebe jugales</L>
<L>Qu&agrave; potes, &amp; &s;en&s;im tempora veris eant.</L>
<L>Brumaque productas tarde ferat hi&s;pida noctes,</L>
<L>Ingruat &amp; no&s;tro &s;erior umbra polo.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="31" REF="79">
<HEAD>Elegia &s;exta.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Ad Carolum Diodatum ruri commo|rantem.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><P>Qui cum idibus Decemb. &s;crip&s;i&s;&s;et, &amp; &s;ua carmina excu&s;ari po&s;tula&s;&s;et &s;i &s;olito minus e&s;&s;ent bona, qu&ograve;d inter lautitias quibus er at ab amic is exceptus, haud &s;atis felicem ope|ram Mu&s;is dare &s;e po&s;&s;e affirmabat, hunc habuit re&s;pon&s;um.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>MItto tibi &s;anam non pleno ventre &s;alutem&punc;</L>
<L>Qu&acirc; tu di&s;tento forte carere potes.</L>
<L>At tua quid no&s;tram prolectat Mu&s;a camoenam,</L>
<L>Nec &s;init optatas po&s;&s;e &s;equi tenebras?</L>
<L>Carmine &s;eire velis qu&agrave;m te redam&eacute;mque col&aacute;mque&punc;</L>
<L>Crede mihi vix hoc carmine &s;cire queas.</L>
<L>Nam neque no&s;ter amor modulis includitur arctis,</L>
<L>Nec venit ad claudos integer ip&s;e pedes.</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m bene &s;olennes epulas, hilaremque Decembrim</L>
<L>Fe&s;taque coelifugam quae coluere Deum,</L>
<L>Delicia&s;que refers, hyberni gaudia ruris,</L>
<L>Hau&s;taque per lepidos Gallica mu&s;ta focos.</L>
<L>Quid quereris refugam vino dapibu&s;que poe&s;in?</L>
<L>Carmen amat Bacchum, Carmina Bacchus amat.</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="80">
Nec puduit Phoebum virides ge&s;ta&s;&s;e corymbos&punc;</L>
<L>Atque hederam lauro praepo&s;ui&s;&s;e &s;uae.</L>
<L>Saepius Aoniis clamavit collibus Euoe</L>
<L>Mi&s;ta Thyon&ecirc;o turba novena choro.</L>
<L>Na&s;o Corallaeis mala carmina mi&s;it ab agris:</L>
<L>Non illic epulae non &s;ata vitis erat.</L>
<L>Quid ni&s;i vina, ro&s;a&s;que racemiferumque Lyaeum</L>
<L>Cantavit brevibus T&euml;ia Mu&s;a modis&punc;</L>
<L>Pindarico&s;que inflat numeros Teume&s;ius Euan,</L>
<L>Et redolet &s;umptum pagina quaeque merum.</L>
<L>Dum gravis ever&s;o currus crepat axe &s;upinus,</L>
<L>Etvolat El&eacute;o pulvere fu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">cus eques.</L>
<L>Quadrimoque madens Lyricen Romanus Jaccho</L>
<L>Dulce canit Glyceran, flavicomamque Chloen.</L>
<L>Jam quoque lauta tibi genero&s;o men&s;a paratu,</L>
<L>Mentis alit vires, ingeniumque fovet.</L>
<L>Ma&s;&s;ica foecundam de&s;pumant pocula venam,</L>
<L>Fundis &amp; ex ip&s;o condita metra cado.</L>
<L>Addimus his artes, fu&s;umque per intima Phoebum</L>
<L>Corda, favent uni Bacchus, Apollo, Ceres.</L>
<L>Scilicet haud mirum tam dulcia carmina per te</L>
<L>Numine compo&s;ito tres peperi&s;&s;e Deos.</L>
<L>Nunc quoque Thre&s;&s;a tibi caelato barbitos auro</L>
<L>In&s;onat argut&acirc; molliter icta manu;</L>
<L><PB N="33" REF="80">
Auditurque chelys &s;u&s;pen&s;a tapetia circum,</L>
<L>Virgineos tremul&acirc; quae regat arte pedes.</L>
<L>Illa tuas &s;altem teneant &s;pectacula Mu&s;as,</L>
<L>Et revocent, quantum crapula pellit iners.</L>
<L>Crede mihi dum p&s;allit ebur, comitataque plectrum</L>
<L>Implet odoratos fe&s;ta chorea tholos,</L>
<L>Percipies tacitum per pectora &s;erpere Phoebum,</L>
<L>Quale repentinus permeat o&s;&s;a calor,</L>
<L>Perque puellares oculos digitumque &s;onantem</L>
<L>Irruet in totos lap&s;a Thalia &s;inus.</L>
<L>Namque Elegia levis multorum cura deorum e&s;t,</L>
<L>Et vocat ad numeros quemlibet illa &s;uos;</L>
<L>Liber ade&s;t elegis, Eratoque, Cere&s;que, Venu&s;que&punc;</L>
<L>Et cum purpure&acirc; matre tenellus Amor.</L>
<L>Talibus inde licent convivia larga poetis,</L>
<L>Saepius &amp; veteri commadui&s;&s;e mero.</L>
<L>At qui bella refert, &amp; adulto &s;ub Jove caelum&punc;</L>
<L>Heroa&s;que pios, &s;emideo&s;que duces,</L>
<L>Et nunc &s;ancta canit &s;uperum con&s;ulta deorum&punc;</L>
<L>Nunc latrata fero regna profunda cane,</L>
<L>Ille quidem parc&egrave; Samii pro more magi&s;tri</L>
<L>Vivat, &amp; innocuos praebeat herba cibos;</L>
<L>Stet prope fagineo pellucida lympha catillo,</L>
<L>Sobriaque &egrave; puro pocula fonte bibat.</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="81">
Additur huic &s;celeri&s;que vacans, &amp; ca&s;ta juventus,</L>
<L>Et rigidi mores, &amp; &s;ine labe manus.</L>
<L>Qualis ve&s;te nitens &s;acr&acirc;, &amp; lu&s;tralibus undis</L>
<L>Surgis ad infen&s;os augur iture Deos.</L>
<L>Hoc ritu vixi&s;&s;e ferunt po&s;t rapta &s;agacem</L>
<L>Lumina Tire&s;ian, Ogygiumque Linon,</L>
<L>Et lare devoto profugum Calchanta, &s;enemque</L>
<L>Orpheon edomitis &s;ola per antra feris;</L>
<L>Sic dapis exiguus, &s;ic rivi potor Homerus</L>
<L>Dulichium vexit per freta longa virum,</L>
<L>Et per mon&s;trificam Per&s;eiae Phoebados aulam,</L>
<L>Et vada foemineis in&s;idio&s;a &s;onis,</L>
<L>Perque tuas rex ime domos, ubi &s;anguine nigro</L>
<L>Dicitur umbrarum detinui&s;&s;e greges.</L>
<L>Diis etenim &s;acer e&s;t vates, div&ucirc;mque &s;acerdos,</L>
<L>Spirat &amp; occultum pectus, &amp; ora Jovern.</L>
<L>At tu &s;iquid agam, &s;citabere (&s;i mod&ograve; &s;altem</L>
<L>E&s;&s;e putas tanti no&s;cere &s;iquid agam)</L>
<L>Paciferum canimus caele&s;ti &s;emine regem,</L>
<L>Fau&s;taque &s;acratis &s;aecula pacta libris,</L>
<L>Vagitumque Dei, &amp; &s;tabulantem paupere tecto</L>
<L>Qui &s;uprema &s;uo cum patre regna colit.</L>
<L>Stelliparumque polum, modulante&s;que aethere turmas,</L>
<L>Et &s;ubit&ograve; eli&s;os ad &s;ua fana Deos.</L>
<L><PB N="35" REF="81">
Dona quidem dedimus Chri&s;ti natalibus illa,</L>
<L>Illa &s;ub auroram lux mihi prima tulit.</L>
<L>Te quoque pre&s;&s;a manent patriis meditata cicutis&punc;</L>
<L>Tu mihi, cui recitem, judicis in&s;tar eris.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Elegia &s;eptima, Anno aetatis undevige&s;imo.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOndum blanda tuas leges Amathu&s;ia nor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">m&punc;</L>
<L>Et Paphio vacuum pectus ab igne &s;uit,</L>
<L>Saepe cupidineas, puerilia tela, &s;agittas,</L>
<L>Atque tuum &s;previ maxime, numen, Amor&punc;</L>
<L>Tu puer imbelles dixi transfige columbas&punc;</L>
<L>Conveniunt tenero mollia bella duci.</L>
<L>Aut de pa&s;&s;eribus tumidos age, parve, triumphos,</L>
<L>Haec &s;unt militiae digna trophaea tuae.</L>
<L>In genus humanum quid inania dirigis arma?</L>
<L>Non valet in fortes i&s;ta pharetra viros.</L>
<L>Non tulit hoc Cyprius, (neque enim Deus ullus ad iras</L>
<L>Promptior) &amp; duplici jam ferus igne calet.</L>
<L>Ver erat, &amp; &s;ummae radians per culmina villae</L>
<L>Attulerat primam lux tibi Maie diem:</L>
<L>At mihi adhuc refugam quaerebant lumina noctem</L>
<L>Nec matutinum &s;u&s;tinuere jubar.</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="82">
A&s;tat Amor lecto, pictis Amor impiger alis,</L>
<L>Prodidit a&s;tantem mota pharetra Deum:</L>
<L>Prodidit &amp; facies, &amp; dulce minantis ocelli,</L>
<L>Et quicquid puero, dignum &amp; Amore fuit.</L>
<L>Talis in aererno juvenis Sigeius Olympo</L>
<L>Mi&s;cet amatori pocula plena Jovi&punc;</L>
<L>Aut qui formo&s;as pellexit ad o&s;cula nymphas</L>
<L>Thiodamantaeus Naiade raptus Hylas;</L>
<L>Addideratque iras, &s;ed &amp; has decui&s;&s;e putares,</L>
<L>Addideratque truces, nec &s;ine felle minas.</L>
<L>Et mi&s;er exemplo &s;apui&s;&s;es tuti&ugrave;s, inquit,</L>
<L>Nunc mea quid po&s;&s;it dextera te&s;tis eris.</L>
<L>Inter &amp; expertos vires numerabere no&s;tras,</L>
<L>Et faciam vero per tua damna fidem.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e ego &s;i ne&s;cis &s;trato Pythone &s;uperbum</L>
<L>Edomui Phoebum, ce&s;&s;it &amp; ille mihi;</L>
<L>Et quoties meminit Peneidos, ip&s;e fatetur</L>
<L>Certi&ugrave;s &amp; gravi&ugrave;s tela nocere mea.</L>
<L>Me nequit adductum curvare periti&ugrave;s arcum,</L>
<L>Qui po&s;t terga &s;olet vincere Parthus eques.</L>
<L>Cydoniu&s;que mihi cedit venator, &amp; ille</L>
<L>In&s;cius uxori qui necis author erat.</L>
<L>E&s;t etiam nobis ingens quoque victus Orion,</L>
<L>Herculeaeque manus, Herculeu&s;que comes.</L>
<L><PB N="37" REF="82">
Jupiter ip&s;e licet &s;ua fulmina torqueat in me,</L>
<L>Haerebuntlateri &s;picula no&s;tra Jovis.</L>
<L>Caetera quae dubitas meli&ugrave;s mea tela docebunt,</L>
<L>Et tua non leviter corda petenda mihi.</L>
<L>Nec te &s;tulte tuae poterunt defendere Mu&s;ae,</L>
<L>Nec tibi Phoebaeus porriget anguis opem.</L>
<L>Dixit, &amp; aurato quatiens mucrone &s;agittam,</L>
<L>Evolat in tepidos Cypridos ille &s;inus.</L>
<L>At mihi ri&s;uro tonuit ferus ore minaci,</L>
<L>Et mihi de puero non metus ullus erat.</L>
<L>Et mod&ograve; qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> no&s;tri &s;patiantur in urbe Quirites</L>
<L>Et mod&ograve; villarum proxima rura placent.</L>
<L>Turba frequens, faci&eacute;que &s;imillima turba dearum</L>
<L>Splendida per medias itque reditque vias.</L>
<L>Auctaqueluce dies gemino fulgore coru&s;cat,</L>
<L>Fallor? an &amp; radios hinc quoque Phoebus habet.</L>
<L>Haec ego non fugi &s;pectacula grata &s;everus,</L>
<L>Impetus &amp; qu&ograve; me fert juvenilis, agor.</L>
<L>Lumina luminibus mal&egrave; providus obvia mi&s;i,</L>
<L>Neve oculos potui continui&s;&s;e meos.</L>
<L>Unam forte aliis &s;upereminui&s;&s;e notabam,</L>
<L>Principium no&s;tri lux erat illa mali.</L>
<L>Sic Venus optaret mortalibus ip&s;a videri,</L>
<L>Sic regina De&ucirc;m con&s;picienda fuit.</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="83">
Hanc memor objecit nobis malus ille Cupido,</L>
<L>Solus &amp; hos nobis texuit ant&egrave; dolos.</L>
<L>Nec procul ip&s;e vafer Iatuit, multaeque &s;agittae,</L>
<L>Et facis a tergo grande pependit onus.</L>
<L>Nec mora, nunc ciliis hae&s;it, nunc virginis ori,</L>
<L>In&s;ilit hinc labiis, in&s;idet inde genis:</L>
<L>Et qua&s;cunque agilis partes jaculator oberrat,</L>
<L>Hei mihi, mille locis pectus inerme ferit.</L>
<L>Protinus in&s;oliti &s;ubierunt corda furores,</L>
<L>Uror amans int&ugrave;s, flammaque totus eram.</L>
<L>Interea mi&s;ero quae jam mihi &s;ola placebat,</L>
<L>Ablata e&s;t oculis non reditura meis.</L>
<L>A&s;t ego progredior tacit&egrave; querebundus, &amp; excors,</L>
<L>Et dubius volui &s;aepe referre pedem.</L>
<L>Findor, &amp; haec remanet, &s;equitur pars altera votum,</L>
<L>Raptaque t&agrave;m &s;ubit&ograve; gaudia flere juvat.</L>
<L>Sic dolet ami&s;&s;um proles Junonia coelum,</L>
<L>Inter Lemniacos praecipitata focos.</L>
<L>Talis &amp; abreptum &s;olem re&s;pexit, ad Orcum</L>
<L>Vectus ab attonitis Amphiaraus equis.</L>
<L>Quid faciam infelix, &amp; luctu victus, amores</L>
<L>Neclicet inceptos ponere, neve &s;equi.</L>
<L>O utinam &s;pectare &s;emel mihi detur amatos</L>
<L>Vultus, &amp; cor&agrave;m tri&s;tia verba loqui;</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="83">
For&s;itan &amp; duro non e&s;t adamante creata,</L>
<L>Forte nec ad no&s;tras &s;urdeat illa preces.</L>
<L>Crede mihi nullus &s;ic infeliciter ar&s;it,</L>
<L>Ponar in exemplo primus &amp; unus ego.</L>
<L>Parce precor teneri cum &s;is Deus ales amoris,</L>
<L>Pugnent officio nec tua facta tuo.</L>
<L>Jam tuus O cert&egrave; e&s;t mihi formidabilis arcus,</L>
<L>Nate de&acirc;, jaculis nec minus igne potens:</L>
<L>Et tua fumabunt no&s;tris altaria donis,</L>
<L>Solus &amp; in &s;uperis tu mihi &s;ummus eris.</L>
<L>Deme meos tandem, ver&ugrave;m nec deme furores,</L>
<L>Ne&s;cio cur, mi&s;er e&s;t &s;uaviter omnis amans:</L>
<L>Tu modo da facilis, po&s;thaec mea &s;iqua futura e&s;t&punc;</L>
<L>Cu&s;pis amaturos figat ut una duos.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>HAec ego mente olim laev&acirc;, &s;tudioque &s;upino</L>
<L>Nequitiae po&s;ui vana trophaea meae.</L>
<L>Scilicet abreptum &s;ic me malus impulit error,</L>
<L>Indocili&s;que aetas prava magi&s;tra fuit.</L>
<L>Donec Socraticos umbro&s;a Academia rivos</L>
<L>Praebuit, admi&s;&s;um dedocuitque jugum.</L>
<L>Protinus extinctis ex illo tempore flammis,</L>
<L>Cincta rigent multo pectora no&s;tra gelu.</L>
<L>Unde &s;uis frigus metuit puer ip&s;e Sagittis,</L>
<L>Et Diomed&eacute;am vim timet ip&s;a Venus&punc;</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="40" REF="84">
<HEAD>In proditionem Bombardicam.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CUm &s;imul in regem nuper &s;atrapa&s;que Britannos</L>
<L>Au&s;us es infandum perfide Fauxe nefas,</L>
<L>Fallor? an &amp; mitis volui&s;ti ex parte videri,</L>
<L>Et pen&s;are mal&acirc; cum pietate &s;celus;</L>
<L>Scilicet hos alti mi&s;&s;urus ad atria caeli,</L>
<L>Sulphureo curru flammivoli&s;que rotis.</L>
<L>Qualiter ille feris caput inviolabile Parcis</L>
<L>Liquit Jordanios turbine raptus agros.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In eandem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SIccine tenta&s;ti caelo don&acirc;&s;&s;e Jacobum</L>
<L>Quae &s;eptemgemino Bellua monte lates?</L>
<L>Ni meliora tuum poterit dare munera numen,</L>
<L>Parce precor donis in&s;idio&s;a tuis.</L>
<L>Ille quidem &s;ine te con&s;ortia &s;erus adivit</L>
<L>A&s;tra, nec inferni pulveris u&s;us ope.</L>
<L>Sic poti&ugrave;s foedos in caelum pelle cucullos,</L>
<L>Et quot habet brutos Roma profana Deos,</L>
<L>Namque hac aut ali&acirc; ni&s;i quemque adjuveris arte,</L>
<L>Crede mihi caeli vix bene &s;candet iter.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="41" REF="84">
<HEAD>In eandem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PUrgatorem animae deri&s;it Jacobus ignem,</L>
<L>Et &s;ine quo &s;uper&ucirc;m non adeunda domus.</L>
<L>Frenduit hoc trin&acirc; mon&s;trum Latiale coron&acirc;</L>
<L>Movit &amp; horrific&ugrave;m cornua dena minax.</L>
<L>Et nec inultus ait temnes mea &s;acra Britanne,</L>
<L>Supplicium &s;pret&aacute; relligione dabis.</L>
<L>Et &s;i &s;telligeras unquam penetraveris arces,</L>
<L>Non ni&s;i per flammas tri&s;te patebit iter.</L>
<L>O qu&agrave;m fune&s;to cecini&s;ti proxima vero,</L>
<L>Verbaque ponderibus vix caritura &s;uis!</L>
<L>Nam prope Tartareo &s;ublime rotatus ab igni</L>
<L>Ibat ad aethereas umbra peru&s;ta plagas.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In eandem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>QUem mod&ograve; Roma &s;uis devoverat impia diris.</L>
<L>Et Styge damnar&acirc;t Taenarioque &s;inu,</L>
<L>Hunc vice mutat&acirc; jam tollere ge&s;tit ad a&s;tra,</L>
<L>Et cupit ad &s;uperos evehere u&s;que Deos.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In inventorem Bombardae.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>JApetionidem laudavit caeca vetu&s;tas,</L>
<L>Qui tulit aetheream &s;olis ab axe facem;</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="85">
At mihi major erit, qui lurida creditur arma,</L>
<L>Et trifidum fulmen &s;urripui&s;&s;e Jovi.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Ad Leonoram Romae canentem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ANgelus unicuique &s;uus (&s;ic credite gentes)</L>
<L>Obtigit aethereis ales ab ordinibus.</L>
<L>Quid mirum? Leonora tibi &s;i gloria major,</L>
<L>Nam tua prae&s;entem vox &s;onat ip&s;a Deum.</L>
<L>Aut Deus, aut vacui cert&egrave; mens tertia coeli</L>
<L>Per tua &s;ecret&ograve; guttura &s;erpit agens;</L>
<L>Serpit agens, facili&s;que docet mortalia corda</L>
<L>Sen&s;im immortali a&s;&s;ue&s;cere po&s;&s;e &s;ono.</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d &s;i cuncta quidem Deus e&s;t, per cunctaque fu&s;us,</L>
<L>In te un&acirc; loquitur, caetera mutus habet.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Ad eandem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ALtera Torquatum cepit Leonora Po&euml;tam,</L>
<L>Cujus ab in&s;ano ce&s;&s;it amore furens.</L>
<L>Ah mi&s;er ille tuo quant&ograve; felici&ugrave;s aevo</L>
<L>Perditus, &amp; propter te Leonora foret!</L>
<L>Et te Pieri&acirc; &s;en&s;i&s;&s;et voce canentem</L>
<L>Aurea maternae fila movere lyrae,</L>
<L>Quamvis Dircaeo tor&s;i&s;&s;et lumina Pentheo</L>
<L>Saevior, aut totus de&s;ipuii&s;et iners&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="43" REF="85">
Tu tamen errantes caec&acirc; vertigine &s;en&s;us</L>
<L>Voce eadem poteras compo&s;ui&s;&s;e tu&acirc;;</L>
<L>Et poteras aegro &s;pirans &s;ub corde quietem</L>
<L>Flexanimo cantu re&s;titui&s;&s;e &s;ibi.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Ad eandem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CRedula quid liquidam Sirena Neapoli jactas,</L>
<L>Claraque Parthenopes fana Achel&ouml;iados,</L>
<L>Littoreamque tu&acirc; defunctam Naiada rip&acirc;</L>
<L>Corpora Chalcidico &s;acra dedi&s;&s;e rogo?</L>
<L>Illa quidem vivitque, &amp; amoen&acirc; Tibridis und<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Mutavit rauci murmura Pau&s;ilipi.</L>
<L>Illic Romulid&ucirc;m &s;tudiis ornata &s;ecundis,</L>
<L>Atque homines cantu detinet atque Deos.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>Elegiarum Finis.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="text">
<PB N="44" REF="86">
<HEAD>Sylvarum Liber.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Anno aetatis 16. In obitum Procancellarii medioi.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PAr&eacute;re fati di&s;cite legibus,</L>
<L>Manu&s;que Parcae jam date &s;upplices,</L>
<L>Qui pendulum telluris orbem</L>
<L>Japeti colitis nepotes.</L>
<L>Vos &s;i relicto mors vaga Taenaro</L>
<L>Semel voc&acirc;rit flebilis, heu morae</L>
<L>Tentantur inca&s;&s;&ugrave;m dolique;</L>
<L>Per tenebras Stygis ire certum e&s;t.</L>
<L>Si de&s;tinatam pellere dextera</L>
<L>Mortem valeret, non ferus Hercules</L>
<L>Ne&s;&s;i venenatus cruore</L>
<L>Aemathi&acirc; jacui&s;&s;et Oet&acirc;.</L>
<L>Nec fraude turpi Palladis invidae</L>
<L>Vidi&s;&s;et occi&s;um Ilion Hectora, aut</L>
<L>Quem larva Pelidis peremit</L>
<L>En&s;e Locro, Jove lacrymante&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="86">
Si tri&s;te fatum verba Hecat&euml;ia</L>
<L>Fugare po&s;&s;int, Telegoni parens</L>
<L>Vixi&s;&s;et infamis, potentique</L>
<L>Aegiali &s;oror u&s;a virg&acirc;.</L>
<L>Numenque trinum fallere &s;i queant</L>
<L>Artes medent&ucirc;m, ignotaque gramina,</L>
<L>Non gnarus herbarum Machaon</L>
<L>Eurypyli cecidi&s;&s;et ha&s;t&acirc;.</L>
<L>Lae&s;i&s;&s;et &amp; nec te Philyreie</L>
<L>Sa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">itta echidnae perlita &s;anguine,</L>
<L>Nec tela te fulmenque avitum</L>
<L>Cae&s;e puer genitricis alvo.</L>
<L>Tuque O alumno major Apolline,</L>
<L>Gentis togatae cui regimen datum,</L>
<L>Frondo&s;a quem nunc Cirrha luget&punc;</L>
<L>Et mediis Helicon in undis,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">am praefui&s;&s;es Palladio gregi</L>
<L>laetus, &s;uper&s;tes, nec &s;ine gloria,</L>
<L>Nec puppe lu&s;tra&s;&s;es Charontis</L>
<L>Horribiles barathri rece&s;&s;us&punc;</L>
<L>At fila rupit Per&s;ephone tua</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ata, cum te viderit artibus</L>
<L>Succoque pollenti tot atris</L>
<L>Faucibus eripui&s;&s;e mortis.</L>
<L><PB N="46" REF="87">
Colende prae&s;es, membra precor tua</L>
<L>Molli quie&s;cant ce&s;pite, &amp; ex tuo</L>
<L>Cre&s;cant ro&s;ae, calthaeque bu&s;to,</L>
<L>Purpureoque hyacinthus ore.</L>
<L>Sit mite de te judicium Aeaci,</L>
<L>Subrideatque Aetnaea Pro&s;erpina,</L>
<L>Interque felices perennis</L>
<L>Ely&s;io &s;patiere campo.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>In quintum Novembris, Anno aetatis 17.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>JAm pius extrem&acirc; veniens J&acirc;cobus ab arcto</L>
<L>Teucrigenas populos, lat&eacute;que patentia regna</L>
<L>Albionum tenuit, jamque inviolabile foedus</L>
<L>Sceptra Caledoniis conjunxerat Anglica Scotis:</L>
<L>Pacificu&s;que novo felix dive&s;que &s;edebat</L>
<L>In &s;olio, occultique doli &s;ecurus &amp; ho&s;tis:</L>
<L>Cum ferus ignifluo regnans Acheronte tyrannus,</L>
<L>Eumenidum pater, aethereo vagus exul Olympo,</L>
<L>Forte per immen&s;um terrarum erraverat orbem,</L>
<L>Dinumerans &s;celeris &s;ocios, verna&s;que fideles,</L>
<L>Participes regni po&s;t funera moe&s;ta futuros;</L>
<L>Hic tempe&s;tates medio ciet a&euml;re ditas,</L>
<L><PB N="47" REF="87">
Illic unanimes odium &s;truit inter amicos,</L>
<L>Armat &amp; invictas in mutua vi&s;cera gentes;</L>
<L>Regnaque olivifera vertit florentia pace,</L>
<L>Et quo&s;cunque videt purae virtutis amantes,</L>
<L>Hos cupit adjicere imperio, fraudumque magi&s;ter</L>
<L>Tentat inacce&s;&s;um &s;celeri corrumpere pectus,</L>
<L>In&s;idia&s;que locat tacitas, ca&s;&s;e&s;que latentes</L>
<L>Tendit, ut incautos rapiat, &s;eu Ca&s;pia Tigris</L>
<L>In&s;equitur trepidam de&s;erta per avia praedam</L>
<L>Nocte &s;ub illuni, &amp; &s;omno nictantibus a&s;tris.</L>
<L>Talibus infe&s;tat populos Summanus &amp; urbes</L>
<L>Cinctus caeruleae fumanti turbine flammae.</L>
<L>Jamque fluenti&s;onis albentia rupibus arva</L>
<L>Apparent, &amp; terra Deo dilecta marino,</L>
<L>Cui nomen dederat quondam Neptunia proles</L>
<L>Amphitryoniaden qui non dubitavit atrocem</L>
<L>Aequore tranato furiali po&s;cere bello,</L>
<L>Ante expugnatae crudelia &s;aecula Troiae.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At &s;imul hanc opibu&s;que &amp; fe&s;t&acirc; pace beatam</L>
<L>A&s;picit, &amp; pingues donis Cerealibus agros,</L>
<L>Quodque magis doluit, venerantem numina veri</L>
<L>Sancta Dei populum, tandem &s;u&s;piria rupit</L>
<L>Tartareos ignes &amp; luridum olentia &s;ulphur.</L>
<L>Qualia Trinacri&acirc; trux ab Jove clau&s;us in Aetna</L>
<L><PB N="48" REF="88">
Efflat tabifico mon&s;tro&s;us ab ore Tiphoeus.</L>
<L>Igne&s;cunt oculi, &s;tridetque adamantinus ordo</L>
<L>Dentis, ut armorum fragor, ictaque cu&s;pide cu&s;pis.</L>
<L>Atque pererrato &s;olum hoc lacrymabile mundo</L>
<L>Inveni, dixit, gens haec mihi &s;ola rebellis,</L>
<L>Contemtrixque jugi, no&s;tr&acirc;que potentior arte.</L>
<L>Illa tamen, mea &s;i quicquam tentamina po&s;&s;unt,</L>
<L>Non feret hoc impune diu, non ibit inulta,</L>
<L>Hactenus; &amp; piceis liquido natat a&euml;re pennis;</L>
<L>Qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> volat, adver&s;i praecur&s;ant agmine venti,</L>
<L>Den&s;antur nubes, &amp; crebra tonitrua fulgent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Jamque pruino&s;as velox &s;uperaverat alpes,</L>
<L>Et tenet Au&s;oniae fines, &agrave; parte &s;ini&s;tr&acirc;</L>
<L>Nimbifer Appenninus erat, pri&s;cique Sabini,</L>
<L>Dextra veneficiis infamis Hetruria, nec non</L>
<L>Te furtiva Tibris Thetidi videt o&s;cula dantem;</L>
<L>Hinc Mavortigenae con&s;i&s;tit in arce Quirini.</L>
<L>Reddiderant dubiam jam &s;era crepu&s;cula lucem,</L>
<L>Cum circumgreditur totam Tricoronifer urbem,</L>
<L>Panifico&s;que Deos portat, &s;capuli&s;que virorum</L>
<L>Evehitur, praeeunt &s;ummi&s;&s;o poplite reges,</L>
<L>Et mendicantum &s;eries longi&s;&s;ima fratrum;</L>
<L>Cereaque in manibus ge&s;tant funalia caeci,</L>
<L>Cimmeriis nati in tenebris, vitamque t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ahentes,</L>
<L><PB N="49" REF="88">
Templa dein multis &s;ubeunt lucentia taedis</L>
<L>(Ve&s;per erat &s;acer i&s;te Petro) fremit&uacute;&s;que canentum</L>
<L>Saepe tholos implet vacuos, &amp; inane locorum.</L>
<L>Qualiter exululat Bromius, Bromiique caterva,</L>
<L>Orgia cantantes in Echionio Ara cyntho,</L>
<L>Dum tremit attonitus vitreis A&s;opus in undis,</L>
<L>Et procul ip&s;e cav&acirc; re&s;pon&s;at rupe Cithaeron.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His igitur tandem &s;olenni more peractis,</L>
<L>Nox &s;enis amplexus Erebi taciturna reliquit,</L>
<L>Praecipite&s;que impellit equos &s;timulante flagello,</L>
<L>Captum oculis Typhlonta, Melanchaetemque ferocem,</L>
<L>Atque Acherontaeo prognatam patre Siopen</L>
<L>Torpidam, &amp; hir&s;utis horrentem Phrica capillis.</L>
<L>Interea regum domitor, Phlegetontius haeres</L>
<L>Ingreditur thalamos (neque enim &s;ecretus adulter</L>
<L>Producit &s;teriles molli &s;ine pellice noctes)</L>
<L>At vix compo&s;itos &s;omnus claudebat ocellos,</L>
<L>Cum niger umbrarum dominus, rectorque &s;ilentum,</L>
<L>Praedatorque hominum fals&acirc; &s;ub imagine tectus</L>
<L>A&s;titit, a&s;&s;umptis micuerunt tempora canis,</L>
<L>Barba &s;inus promi&s;&s;a tegit, cineracea longo</L>
<L>Syrmate verrit humum ve&s;tis, pendetque cucullus</L>
<L>Vertice de ra&s;o, &amp; ne quicquam de&s;it ad artes,</L>
<L>Cannabeo lumbos con&s;trinxit fune &s;alaces,</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="89">
Tarda fene&s;tratis figens ve&s;tigia calceis.</L>
<L>Talis, uti fama e&s;t, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t&acirc; Franci&s;cus eremo</L>
<L>Tetra vagabatur &s;olus per lu&s;tra ferarum,</L>
<L>Sylve&s;trique tulit genti pia verba &s;alutis</L>
<L>Impius, atque lupos domuit, Lybico&s;que leones.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Subdolus at tali Serpens velatus amictu</L>
<L>Solvit in has fallax ora execrantia voces;</L>
<L>Dormis nate? Etiamne tuos &s;opor opprimit artus</L>
<L>Immemor O fidei, pecorumque oblite tuorum,</L>
<L>Dum cathedram venerande tuam, diademaque triplex</L>
<L>Ridet Hyperboreo gens barbara nata &s;ub axe,</L>
<L>Dumque pharetrati &s;pernunt tua jura Britanni;</L>
<L>Surge, age, &s;urge piger, Latius quem Cae&s;ar adorat,</L>
<L>Cui re&s;erata patet convexi janua caeli,</L>
<L>Turgentes animos, &amp; fa&s;tus frange procaces,</L>
<L>Sacrilegique &s;ciant, tua quid maledictio po&s;&s;it,</L>
<L>Et quid Apo&s;tolicae po&s;&s;it cu&s;todia clavis;</L>
<L>Et memor He&s;periae dis jectam ulci&s;cere cla&s;&s;em,</L>
<L>Mer&s;aque Iberorum lato vexilla profundo,</L>
<L>Sanctorumque cruci tot corpora fixa probro&s;ae,</L>
<L>Thermodoont&eacute;a nuper regnante puella.</L>
<L>At tu &s;i tenero mavis torpe&s;cere lecto</L>
<L>Cre&s;cente&s;que negas ho&s;ti contundere vires,</L>
<L>Tyrrhenum implebit numero&s;o milite Pontum,</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="89">
Signaque Aventino ponet fulgentia colle:</L>
<L>Relliquias veterum franget, flammi&s;que cremabit,</L>
<L>Sacraque calcabit pedibus tua colla profanis,</L>
<L>Cujus gaudebant &s;oleis dare ba&s;ia reges.</L>
<L>Nec tamen hunc bellis &amp; aperto Marte Iace&s;&s;es&punc;</L>
<L>Irritus ille labor, tu callidus utere fraude,</L>
<L>Quaelibet haereticis di&s;ponere retia fas e&s;t;</L>
<L>Jamque ad con&s;ilium extremis rex magnus ab oris</L>
<L>Patricios vocat, &amp; procerum de &s;tirpe creatos,</L>
<L>Grandaevo&s;que patres trabe&acirc;, cani&s;que verendos;</L>
<L>Hos tu membratim poteris con&s;pergere in auras,</L>
<L>Atque dare in cineres, nitrati pulveris igne</L>
<L>Aedibus injecto, qu&agrave; convenere, &s;ub imis.</L>
<L>Protinus ip&s;e igitur quo&s;cumque habet Anglia fido<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Propo&s;iti, factique mone, qui&s;qu&aacute;mne tuorum</L>
<L>Audebit &s;ummi non ju&s;&s;a face&s;&s;ere Papae.</L>
<L>Percul&s;o&s;que metu &s;ubito, ca&s;&uacute;que &s;tupentes</L>
<L>Invadat vel Gallus atrox, vel &s;aevus Iberus.</L>
<L>Saecula &s;ic illic tandem Mariana redibunt,</L>
<L>Tuque in belligeros iterum dominaberis Anglos.</L>
<L>Et nequid timeas, divos diva&s;que &s;ecundas</L>
<L>Accipe, quotque tuis celebrantur numina fa&s;tis&punc;</L>
<L>Dixit &amp; ad&s;citos ponens malefidus amictus</L>
<L>Fugit ad infandam, reguum illaetabile, Leth<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">n.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="52" REF="90">
<L>Jam ro&s;ea Eoas pandens Tithonia portas</L>
<L>Ve&s;tit inauratas redeunti lumine terras;</L>
<L>Mae&s;taque adhuc nigri deplorans funera nati</L>
<L>Irrigat ambro&s;iis montana cacumina guttis&punc;</L>
<L>Cum &s;omnos pepulit &s;tellatae janitor aulae</L>
<L>Nocturnos vi&s;us, &amp; &s;omnia grata revolvens.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>E&s;t locus aetern&acirc; &s;eptus caligine noctis</L>
<L>Va&s;ta ruino&s;i quondam fundamina tecti,</L>
<L>Nunc torvi &s;pelunca Phoni, Prodotaeque bilinguis</L>
<L>Effera quos uno peperit Di&s;cordia partu.</L>
<L>Hic inter caementa jacent &s;emifractaque &s;axa,</L>
<L>O&s;&s;a inhumata vir&ucirc;m, &amp; trajecta cadavera ferro;</L>
<L>Hic Dolus intortis &s;emper &s;edetater ocellis,</L>
<L>Jurgiaque, &amp; &s;timulis armata Calumnia fauces,</L>
<L>Et Furor, atque viae moriendi mille videntur&punc;</L>
<L>Et Timor, exangui&s;que locum circumvolat Horror,</L>
<L>Perpetuoque leves per muta &s;ilentia Manes</L>
<L>Exululant, tellus &amp; &s;anguine con&s;cia &s;tagnat.</L>
<L>Ip&s;i etiam pavidi latitant penetralibus antri</L>
<L>Et Phonos, &amp; Prodotes, nulloque &s;equente per antrum</L>
<L>Antrum horrens, &s;copulo&s;um, atrum feralibus umbris</L>
<L>Diffugi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nt &s;ontes, &amp; retr&ograve; lumina vortunt,</L>
<L>Hos pugiles Romae per &s;aecula longa fideles</L>
<L>Evocat anti&s;tes Babylonius, atque ita fatur.</L>
<L><PB N="53" REF="90">
Finibus occiduis circumfu&s;um incolit aequor</L>
<L>Gens exo&s;a mihi, prudens natura negavit</L>
<L>Indignam penit&ugrave;s no&s;tro conjungere mundo;</L>
<L>Illuc&punc; &s;ic jubeo, celeri contendite gre&s;&s;u,</L>
<L>Tartareoque leves difflentur pulvere in auras</L>
<L>Et rex &amp; pariter &s;atrapae, &s;celerata propago</L>
<L>Et quotquot fidei caluere cupidine verae</L>
<L>Con&s;ilii &s;ocios adhibete, operi&s;que mini&s;tros.</L>
<L>Finierat, rigidi cupid&egrave; paruere gemelli.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Interea longo flectens curvamine caelos</L>
<L>De&s;picit aethere &acirc; dominus qui fulg<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rat arce,</L>
<L>Vanaque perver&s;ae ridet conamina turbae,</L>
<L>Atque &s;ui cau&s;am populi volet ip&s;e tueri.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>E&s;&s;e ferunt &s;patium, qu&agrave; di&s;tat ab A&s;ide terra</L>
<L>Fertilis Europe, &amp; &s;pectat Mareotidas undas;</L>
<L>Hic turris po&s;ita e&s;t Titanidos ardua Famae</L>
<L>Aerea, lata, &s;onans, rutilis vicinior a&s;tris</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m &s;uperimpo&s;itum vel Athos vel Pelion O&s;&s;ae</L>
<L>Mille fores aditu&s;que patent, totidemque fene&s;trae,</L>
<L>Amplaque per tenues tran&s;lucent atria muros;</L>
<L>Excitat hic varios plebs agglomerata &s;u&s;urros;</L>
<L>Qualiter in&s;trepitant circum mulctralia bombis</L>
<L>Agmina mu&s;carum, aut texto per ovilia junco,</L>
<L>Dum Canis ae&s;tivum coeli petit ardua culmen</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="91">
Ip&s;a quidem &s;umm&acirc; &s;edet ultrix matris in arce,</L>
<L>Auribus innumeris cinctum caput eminet olli,</L>
<L>Queis &s;onitum exiguum trahit, atque levi&s;&s;ima capta<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Murmura, ab extremis patuli confinibus orbis.</L>
<L>Nec tot Ari&s;toride &s;ervator inique juvencae</L>
<L>I&s;idos, immiti volvebas lumina vultu,</L>
<L>Lumina non unquam tacito nutantia &s;omno,</L>
<L>Lumina &s;ubjectas late &s;pectantia terras.</L>
<L>I&s;tis illa &s;olet loca luce carentia &s;aepe</L>
<L>Perlu&s;trare, etiam radianti impervia &s;oli.</L>
<L>Milleni&s;que loquax auditaque vi&s;aque linguis</L>
<L>Cuilibet effundit temeraria, ver&aacute;que mendax</L>
<L>Nunc minuit, mod&ograve; confictis &s;ermonibus auget.</L>
<L>Sed tamen a no&s;tro merui&s;ti carmine laudes</L>
<L>Fama, bonum quo non aliud veracius ullum,</L>
<L>Nobis digna cani, nec te memora&s;&s;e pigebit</L>
<L>Carmine tam longo, &s;ervati &s;cilicet Angli</L>
<L>Officiis vaga diva tuis, tibi reddimus aequa.</L>
<L>Te Deus aeternos motu qui temperat ignes,</L>
<L>Fulmine praemi&s;&s;o alloquitur, terr&acirc;que tremente:</L>
<L>Fama files? an te latet impia Papi&s;tarum</L>
<L>Conjurata cohors in meque meo&s;que Britannos,</L>
<L>Et nova &s;ceptrigero caedes meditata Jacobo:</L>
<L>Nec plura, illa &s;tatim &s;en&s;it mandata Tonantis,</L>
<L><PB N="55" REF="91">
Et &s;atis ant&egrave; fugax &s;tridentes induit alas,</L>
<L>Induit &amp; variis exilia corpora plumis;</L>
<L>Dextra tubam ge&s;tat Teme&s;aeo ex aere &s;onoram.</L>
<L>Nec mora jam pennis cedentes remigat auras,</L>
<L>Atque parum e&s;t curfu celeres praevertere nubes,</L>
<L>Jam ventos, jam &s;olis equos po&s;t terga reliquit:</L>
<L>Et prim&ograve; Angliacas &s;olito de more per urbes</L>
<L>Ambiguas voces, incertaque murmura &s;pargit,</L>
<L>Mox arguta dolos, &amp; dete&s;tabile vulgat</L>
<L>Proditionis opus, nec non facta horrida dictu,</L>
<L>Authore&s;que addit &s;celeris, nec garrula caecis</L>
<L>In&s;idiis loca &s;tructa &s;ilet; &s;tupuere relatis,</L>
<L>Et pariter juvenes, pariter tremuere puellae&punc;</L>
<L>Effaetique &s;enes pariter, tantaeque ruinae</L>
<L>Sen&s;us ad aetatem &s;ubit&ograve; penetraverat omnem</L>
<L>Attamen interea populi mi&s;ere&s;cit ab alto</L>
<L>Aethereus pater, &amp; crudelibus ob&s;titit au&s;is</L>
<L>Papicol&ucirc;m; capti poenas raptantur ad acres;</L>
<L>At pia thura Deo, &amp; grati &s;olvuntur honores;</L>
<L>Compita laeta focis genialibus omnia fumant,</L>
<L>Turba choros juvenilis agit: Quintoque Novembris</L>
<L>Nulla Dies toto occurrit celebratior anno.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="56" REF="92">
<HEAD>Anno aetatis 17. In obitum Prae&s;ulis Elien&s;is.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ADhuc madentes rore &s;qualebant genae,</L>
<L>Et &s;icca nondum lumina</L>
<L>Adhuc liquentis imbre turgebant &s;alis,</L>
<L>Quem nuper effudi pius,</L>
<L>Dum mae&s;ta charo ju&s;ta per&s;olvi rogo</L>
<L>Wintonien&s;is prae&s;ulis.</L>
<L>Cum centilinguis Fama (proh &s;emper mali</L>
<L>Cladi&s;que vera nuntia)</L>
<L>Spargit per urbes divitis Britanniae,</L>
<L>Populo&s;que Neptuno &s;atos,</L>
<L>Ce&s;&s;i&s;&s;e morti, &amp; ferreis &s;ororibus</L>
<L>Te generis humani decus,</L>
<L>Qui rex &s;acrorum ill&acirc; fui&s;ti in in&s;ul&acirc;</L>
<L>Quae nomen Anguillae tenet.</L>
<L>Tunc inquietum pectus ir&aacute; protinus</L>
<L>Ebulliebat fervid&acirc;,</L>
<L>Tumulis potentem &s;aepe devovens deam:</L>
<L>Nec vota Na&s;o in Ibida</L>
<L>Concepit alto diriora pectore,</L>
<L>Graiu&s;que vates parci&ugrave;s</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="92">
Turpem Lycambis execratus e&s;t dolum&punc;</L>
<L>Spon&s;amqne Neobolen &s;uam.</L>
<L>At ecce diras ip&s;e dum fundo graves,</L>
<L>Et imprecor neci necem,</L>
<L>Audi&s;&s;e tales videor attonitus &s;onos</L>
<L>Leni, &s;ub aur&acirc;, flamine:</L>
<L>Caecos furores pone, pone vitream</L>
<L>Bilemque &amp; irritas minas,</L>
<L>Quid temer&egrave; violas non nocenda numina,</L>
<L>Subitoque ad iras percita.</L>
<L>Non e&s;t, ut arbitraris elu&s;us mi&s;er,</L>
<L>Mors atra Noctis filia,</L>
<L>Ereb&oacute;ve patre creta, &s;ive Erinnye,</L>
<L>Va&s;t&oacute;ve nata &s;ub Chao:</L>
<L>A&s;t illa caelo mi&s;&s;a &s;tellato, Dei</L>
<L>Me&s;&s;es ubique colligit;</L>
<L>Anima&s;que mole carne&acirc; reconditas</L>
<L>In lucem &amp; auras evocat:</L>
<L>Ut cum fugaces excitant Horae diem</L>
<L>Themidos Jovi&s;que filiae;</L>
<L>Et &s;empiterni ducit ad vultus patris;</L>
<L>At ju&s;ta raptat impios</L>
<L>Sub regna furvi luctuo&s;a Tartari,</L>
<L>Sede&s;que &s;ubterraneas</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="93">
Hane ut vocantem laetus audivi, cito</L>
<L>Foedum reliqui carcerem,</L>
<L>Volatile&s;que fau&s;tus inter milites</L>
<L>Ad a&s;tra &s;ublimis feror:</L>
<L>Vates ut olim raptus ad coelum &s;enex</L>
<L>Auriga currus ignei,</L>
<L>Non me Bo&ouml;tis terruere lucidi</L>
<L>Sarraca tarda frigore, aut</L>
<L>Formidolo&s;i Scorpionis brachia,</L>
<L>Non en&s;is Orion tuus.</L>
<L>Praetervolavi fulgidi &s;olis globum,</L>
<L>Long&eacute;que &s;ub pedibus deam</L>
<L>Vidi triformem, dum coercebat &s;uos</L>
<L>Fraenis dracones aureis.</L>
<L>Erraticorum &s;yderum per ordines,</L>
<L>Per lacteas vehor plagas,</L>
<L>Velocitatem &s;aepe miratus novam,</L>
<L>Donec nitentes ad fores</L>
<L>Ventum e&s;t Olympi, &amp; regiam Cry&s;tallinam, &amp;</L>
<L>Stratum &s;maragdis Atrium.</L>
<L>Sed hic tacebo, nam quis effari queat</L>
<L>Oriundus humano patre</L>
<L>Amoenitates illius loci, mihi</L>
<L>Sat e&s;t in aeternum frui.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="59" REF="93">
<HEAD>Naturam non pati &s;enium.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEu qu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">m perpetuis erroribus acta fati&s;cit</L>
<L>Avia mens hominum, tenebri&s;que immer&s;a profundis</L>
<L>Oedipodioniam volvit &s;ub pectore noctem!</L>
<L>Quae ve&s;ana &s;uis metiri facta deorum</L>
<L>Audet, &amp; inci&s;as leges adamante perenni</L>
<L>A&s;&s;imilare &s;uis, nulloque &s;olubile &s;aeclo</L>
<L>Con&s;ilum fati perituris alligat horis.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Erg&oacute;ne marce&s;cet &s;ulcantibus ob&s;ita rugis</L>
<L>Naturae facies, &amp; rerum publica mater</L>
<L>Omniparum contracta uterum &s;terile&s;cet ab aevo?</L>
<L>Et &s;e fa&s;&s;a &s;enem mal&egrave; certis pa&s;&s;ibus ibit</L>
<L>Sidereum tremebunda caput? num tetra vetu&s;tas</L>
<L>Annorumque aeterna fames, &s;qualorque &s;itu&s;que</L>
<L>Sidera vexabunt? an &amp; in&s;atiabile Tempus</L>
<L>E&s;uriet Caelum, rapietque in vi&s;cera patrem?</L>
<L>Heu, potuitne &s;uas imprudens Jupiter arces</L>
<L>Hoc contra muni&s;&s;e nefas, &amp; Temporis i&s;to</L>
<L>Exemi&s;&s;e malo, gyro&s;que dedi&s;&s;e perennes?</L>
<L>Ergo erit ut quandoque &s;ono dilap&s;a tremendo</L>
<L>Convexi tabulata ruant, atque obvius ictu</L>
<L>Stridat uterque polus, &s;uper&acirc;que ut Olympius aul&acirc;</L>
<L>Decidat, horribili&s;que retect&acirc; Gorgone Pallas.</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="94">
Qualis in Aegaeam proles Junonia Lemnon</L>
<L>Deturbata &s;acro cecidit de limine caeli.</L>
<L>Tu quoque Phoebe tui ca&s;us imitabere nati</L>
<L>Praecipiti curru, &s;ubit&aacute;que ferere ruin&acirc;</L>
<L>Pronus, &amp; extinct&acirc; fumabit lampade Nereus,</L>
<L>Et dabit attonito feralia &s;ibila ponto.</L>
<L>Tune etiam a&euml;rei divul&s;is &s;edibus Haemi</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;ultabit apex, imoque alli&s;a barathro</L>
<L>Terrebunt Stygium dejecta Ceraunia Ditem</L>
<L>In &s;uperos quibus u&s;us erat, fraternaque bell<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At Pater omnipotens fundatis fortius a&s;tris</L>
<L>Con&s;uluit rerum &s;ummae, certoque peregit</L>
<L>Pondere fatorum lances, atque ordine &s;ummo</L>
<L>Singula perpetuum ju&s;&s;it &s;ervare tenorem.</L>
<L>Volvitur hinc lap&s;u mundi rota prima diurno;</L>
<L>Raptat, &amp; ambitos &s;oci&acirc; vertigine caelos.</L>
<L>Tardior haud &s;olito Saturnus, &amp; acer ut olim</L>
<L>Fulmine&ugrave;m rutilat cri&s;tat&acirc; ca&s;&s;ide Mavors.</L>
<L>Floridus aetern&ugrave;m Phoebus juvenile coru&s;cat&punc;</L>
<L>Nec fovet effoetas loca per declivia terras</L>
<L>Devexo temone Deus; &s;ed &s;emper amic&aacute;</L>
<L>Luce potens eadem currit per &s;igna rotarum&punc;</L>
<L>Surgit odoratis pariter &s;ormo&s;us ab Indis</L>
<L>Aethereum pecus albenti qui cogit Olympo</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="94">
Mane vocans, &amp; &s;erus agens in pa&s;cua caeli,</L>
<L>Temporis &amp; gemino di&s;pertit regna colore.</L>
<L>Fulget, obitque vices alterno Delia cornu,</L>
<L>Caeruleumque ignem paribus complectitur ulnis.</L>
<L>Nec variant elementa fidem, &s;olit&oacute;que fragore</L>
<L>Lurida percul&s;as jaculantur fulmina rupes.</L>
<L>Nec per inane furit leviori murmure Corus,</L>
<L>Stringit &amp; armiferos aequali horrore Gelonos</L>
<L>Trux Aquilo, &s;piratque hyemem, nimbo&s;que volutat.</L>
<L>Utque &s;olet, Siculi diverberat ima Pelori</L>
<L>Rex maris, &amp; rauc&acirc; circum&s;trepit aequora conch&acirc;</L>
<L>Oceani Tubicen, nec va&s;t&acirc; mole minorem</L>
<L>Aegaeona ferunt dor&s;o Balearica cete.</L>
<L>Sed neque Terra tibi &s;aecli vigor ille vetu&s;ti</L>
<L>Pri&s;cus abe&s;t, &s;ervatque &s;uum Narci&s;&s;us odorem&punc;</L>
<L>Et puer ille &s;uum tenet &amp; puer ille decorem</L>
<L>Phoebe tuu&s;que &amp; Cypri tuus, nec ditior olim</L>
<L>Terra datum &s;celeri celavit montibus aurum</L>
<L>Con&s;cia, vel&s;ub aquis gemmas. Sic denique in aevum</L>
<L>Ibit cunctarum &s;eries ju&s;ti&s;&s;ima rerum,</L>
<L>Donec flamma orbem populabitur ultima, lat&egrave;</L>
<L>Circumplexa polos, &amp; va&s;ti culmina caeli;</L>
<L>Ingentique rogo flagrabit machina mundi.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="62" REF="95">
<HEAD>De Idea Platonica quemadmodum Aristoteles intellexit.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DIcite &s;acrorum prae&s;ides nemorum deae,</L>
<L>Tuque O noveni perbeata numinis</L>
<L>Memoria mater, quaeque in immen&s;o procul</L>
<L>Antro recumbis otio&s;a Aeternitas,</L>
<L>Monumenta &s;ervans, &amp; ratas leges Jovis,</L>
<L>Caelique fa&s;tos atque ephemeridas De&ucirc;m,</L>
<L>Quis ille primus cujus ex imagine</L>
<L>Natura &s;ollers finxit humanum genus,</L>
<L>Aeternus, incorruptus, aequaevus polo,</L>
<L>Unu&s;que &amp; univer&s;us, exemplar Dei?</L>
<L>Haud ille Palladis gemellus innub ae</L>
<L>Interna proles in&s;idet menti Jovis;</L>
<L>Sed quamlibet natura &s;it communior,</L>
<L>Tamen &s;eor&s;&ugrave;s extat ad morem unius,</L>
<L>Et, mira, certo &s;tringitur &s;patio loci;</L>
<L>Seu &s;empiternus ille &s;yderum comes</L>
<L>Caeli pererrat ordines decemplicis,</L>
<L>Citim&uacute;mve terris incolit Lunae globum:</L>
<L>Sive inter animas corpus adituras fedens</L>
<L>Oblivio&s;as torpet ad Lethes aquas:</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="95">
Sive in remot<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> forte terrarum plag&acirc;</L>
<L>Incedit ingens hominis archetypus gigas,</L>
<L>Et diis tremendus erigit cel&s;um caput</L>
<L>At<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ante major portitore &s;yderum.</L>
<L>Non cui profundum caecitas lumen dedit</L>
<L>Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto &s;inu;</L>
<L>Non hunc &s;ilenti nocte Pleiones nepos</L>
<L>Vatum &s;agaci praepes o&s;tendit choro;</L>
<L>Non hunc &s;acerdos novit A&s;&s;yrius, licet</L>
<L>Longos vetu&s;ti commemoret atavos Nini,</L>
<L>Pri&s;cumque Belon, inclytumque O&s;iridem.</L>
<L>Non ille trino glorio&s;us nomine</L>
<L>Ter magnus Hermes (ut &s;it arcani &s;ciens)</L>
<L>Talem reliquit I&s;idis cultoribus.</L>
<L>At tu perenne ruris Academi decus</L>
<L>(Haec mon&s;tra &s;i tu primus induxti &s;cholis)</L>
<L>Jam jam p&ouml;etas urbis exules tuae</L>
<L>Revocabis, ip&s;e fabulator maximus,</L>
<L>Aut in&s;titutor ip&s;e migrabis foras.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Ad Patrem.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NUnc mea Pierios cupiam per pectora fontes</L>
<L>Irriguas torquere vias, totumque per ora</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="96">
Volvere laxatum gemino de vertice rivum;</L>
<L>Ut tenues oblita &s;onos audacibus alis</L>
<L>Surgat in offlcium venerandi Mu&s;a parentis.</L>
<L>Hoc utcunque tibi gratum pater optime carmen</L>
<L>Exiguum meditatur opus, nec novimus ip&s;i</L>
<L>Apti&ugrave;s &agrave; nobis quae po&s;&s;int munera donis</L>
<L>Re&s;pondere tuis, quamvis nec maxima po&s;&s;int</L>
<L>Re&s;pondere tuis, nedum ut par gratia donis</L>
<L>E&s;&s;e queat, vacuis quae redditur arida verbis.</L>
<L>Sed tamen haec no&s;tros o&s;tendit pagina cen&s;us,</L>
<L>Et quod habemus opum chart&acirc; numeravimus i&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Quae mihi &s;unt nullae, ni&s;i quas dedit aurea Clio</L>
<L>Quas mihi &s;emoto &s;omni peperere &s;ub antro,</L>
<L>Et nemoris laureta &s;acri Parna&s;&s;ides umbrae.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nec tu vatis opus divinum de&s;pice carmen,</L>
<L>Quo nihil aethereos ortus, &amp; &s;emina caeli,</L>
<L>Nil magis humanam commendat origine mentem,</L>
<L>Sancta Prometh&eacute;ae retinens ve&s;tigia flammae.</L>
<L>Carmen amant &s;uperi, tremebundaque Tartara carmen</L>
<L>Ima ciere valet, divo&s;que ligare profundos,</L>
<L>Et triplici duros Manes adamante coercet.</L>
<L>Carmine &s;epo&s;iti retegunt arcana futuri</L>
<L>Phoebades, &amp; tremulae pallentes ora Sibyllae;</L>
<L>Carmina &s;acrificus &s;ollennes pangit ad aras</L>
<L><PB N="65" REF="96">
Aurea &s;eu &s;ternit motantem cornua taurum;</L>
<L>Seu c&ugrave;m fata &s;agax fumantibus abdita fibris</L>
<L>Con&s;ulit, &amp; tepidis Parcam &s;crutatur in extis.</L>
<L>Nos etiam patrium tunc cum repetemus Olympum,</L>
<L>Aeternaeque morae &s;tabunt immobilis aevi,</L>
<L>Ibimus auratis per caeli templa coronis,</L>
<L>Dulcia &s;uaviloquo fociantes carmina plectro,</L>
<L>A&s;tra quibus, geminique poli convexa &s;onabunt.</L>
<L>Spiritus &amp; rapidos qui circinat igneus orbes.</L>
<L>Nunc quoque &s;ydereis intercinit ip&s;e choreis</L>
<L>Immortale melos, &amp; inenarrabile carmen;</L>
<L>Torrida dum rutilus compe&s;cit &s;ibila &s;erpens,</L>
<L>Demi&s;&s;oque ferox gladio man&s;ue&s;cit Orion;</L>
<L>Stellarum nec &s;entit onus Mauru&s;ius Atlas.</L>
<L>Carmina regales epulas ornare &s;olebant,</L>
<L>Cum nondum luxus, va&s;taeque immen&s;a vorago</L>
<L>Nota gulae, &amp; modico &s;pumabat coena Lyaeo.</L>
<L>Tum de more &s;edens fe&s;ta ad convivia vates</L>
<L>Ae&s;cule&acirc; inton&s;os redimitus ab arbore crines,</L>
<L>Heroumque actus, imitandaque ge&s;ta canebat,</L>
<L>Et chaos, &amp; po&s;iti lat&egrave; fundamina mundi,</L>
<L>Reptante&s;que Deos, &amp; alentes numina glandes,</L>
<L>Et nondum Aetnaeo quae&s;itum fulmen ab antro.</L>
<L>Denique quid vocis modulamen inane juvabi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="97">
Verborum &s;en&s;u&s;que vacans, numerique loquacis?</L>
<L>Silve&s;tres decet i&s;te choros, non Orphea cantus,</L>
<L>Qui tenuit fluvios &amp; quercubus addidit aures</L>
<L>Carmine, non cithar&acirc;, &s;imulachraque functa canendo</L>
<L>Compulit in lacrymas; habet has &agrave; carmine laudes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nec tu perge precor &s;acras contemnere Mu&s;as,</L>
<L>Nec vanas inope&s;que puta, quarum ip&s;e peritus</L>
<L>Munere, mille &s;onos numeros componis ad aptos,</L>
<L>Millibus &amp; vocem modulis variare canoram</L>
<L>Doctus, Arionii merit&ograve; &s;is nominis haeres.</L>
<L>Nunc tibi quid mirum, &s;i me genui&s;&s;e po&euml;tam</L>
<L>Contigerit, charo &s;i tam prop&egrave; &s;anguine juncti</L>
<L>Cognatas artes, &s;tudiumque affine &s;equamur:</L>
<L>Ip&s;e volens Phoebus &s;e di&s;pertire duobus,</L>
<L>Altera dona mihi, dedit altera dona parenti,</L>
<L>Dividuumque Deum genitorque puerque tenemus.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tu tamen ut &s;imules teneras odi&s;&s;e camoenas,</L>
<L>Non odi&s;&s;e reor, neque enim, pater, ire jubebas</L>
<L>Qu&agrave; via lata patet, qu&agrave; pronior area lucri,</L>
<L>Certaque condendi fulget &s;pes aurea nummi:</L>
<L>Nec rapis ad leges, mal&egrave; cu&s;toditaque gentis</L>
<L>Jura, nec in&s;ul&s;is damnas clamoribus aures.</L>
<L>Sed magis excultam cupiens dite&s;cere mentem&punc;</L>
<L>Me procul urbano &s;trepitu, &s;ece&s;&s;ibus altis</L>
<L><PB N="67" REF="97">
Abductum Aoniae jucunda per otia ripae</L>
<L>Phoebaeo lateri comitem finis ire beatum.</L>
<L>Officium chari taceo commune parentis,</L>
<L>Me po&s;cunt majora, tuo pater optime &s;umptu</L>
<L>C&ugrave;m mihi Romuleae patuit facundia linguae,</L>
<L>Et Latii veneres, &amp; quae Jovis ora decebant</L>
<L>Grandia magniloquis elata vocabula Graiis,</L>
<L>Addere &s;ua&s;i&s;ti quos jactat Gallia flores,</L>
<L>Et quam degeneri novus Italus ore loquelam</L>
<L>Fundit, Barbaricos te&s;tatus voce tumultus,</L>
<L>Quaeque Palae&s;tinus loquitur my&s;teria vate&punc;</L>
<L>Denique quicquid habet caelum, &s;ubjectaque coelo</L>
<L>Terra parens, terraeque &amp; coelo interfluus aer,</L>
<L>Quicquid &amp; unda tegir, pontique agitabile marmor,</L>
<L>Per te no&s;&s;e licet, per te, &s;i no&s;&s;e libebit.</L>
<L>Dimot&agrave;que venit &s;pectanda &s;cientia nube,</L>
<L>Nudaque con&s;picuos inclinat ad o&s;cula vultus&punc;</L>
<L>Ni fugi&s;&s;e velim, ni &s;it lib&acirc;&s;&s;e mole&s;tum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I nunc, confer opes qui&s;quis male&s;anus avita<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Au&s;triaci gazas, Per&uuml;anaque regna praeoptas.</L>
<L>Quae potuit majora pater tribui&s;&s;e, vel ipfe</L>
<L>Jupiter, excepto, don&acirc;&s;&s;et ut omnia, coelo?</L>
<L>Non potiora dedit, quamvis &amp; tuta fui&s;&s;ent,</L>
<L>Publica qui juveni commi&s;it lumina nato</L>
<L><PB N="68" REF="98">
Atque Hyperionios currus, &amp; fraena diei&punc;</L>
<L>Et circ&ugrave;m undantem radiat&acirc; luce tiaram.</L>
<L>Ergo ego jam doctae pars quamlibet ima catervae</L>
<L>Victrices hederas inter, lauro&s;que &s;edebo,</L>
<L>Jamque nec ob&s;curus populo mi&s;cebor inerti,</L>
<L>Vitabuntque oculos ve&s;tigia no&s;tra profanos.</L>
<L>E&s;te procul vigiles curae, procul e&s;te querelae,</L>
<L>Invidiaeque acies tran&s;ver&s;o tortilis hirquo,</L>
<L>Saeva nec anguiferos extende Calumnia rictus;</L>
<L>In me tri&s;te nihil faedi&s;&s;ima turba pote&s;tis,</L>
<L>Nec ve&s;tri &s;um juris ego; &s;ecuraque tutus</L>
<L>Pectora, vipereo gradiar &s;ublimis ab ictu.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At tibi, chare pater, po&s;tquam non aequa merenti</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e referre datur, nec dona rependere factis,</L>
<L>Sit memor&acirc;&s;&s;e &s;atis, repetitaque munera grato</L>
<L>Percen&s;ere animo, fidaeque reponere menti.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Et vos, O no&s;tri, juvenilia carmina, lu&s;us,</L>
<L>Si modo perpetuos &s;perare audebitis annos,</L>
<L>Et domini &s;upere&s;&s;e rogo, lucemque tueri,</L>
<L>Nec &s;pi&s;&s;o rapient oblivia nigra &s;ub Orco,</L>
<L>For&s;itan has laudes, decantatumque parentis</L>
<L>Nomen, ad exemplum, &s;ero &s;ervabitis aevo.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="69" REF="98">
<HEAD><HI>P&s;alm</HI> 114.</HEAD>
<LG>
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</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="70" REF="99">
<HEAD>Philo&s;ophus ad regem quendam qui eum ignotum &amp; in&s;ontem inter rees forte cap|tum in&s;cius damnaverat, <GAP DESC="foreign" RESP="apex"> haec &s;ubito mi&s;it.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><GAP DESC="foreign" RESP="apex"></L>
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</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Ad Sal&s;illum poetam Romanum aegrotantem.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">SCAZONTES.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Mu&s;a gre&s;&s;um quae volens trahis claudum.</L>
<L>Vulcanioque tarda gaudes ince&s;&s;u,</L>
<L>Nec &s;entis illud in loco minus gratum,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave;m c&ugrave;m decentes flava D&euml;iope &s;uras</L>
<L>Alternat aureum ante Junonis lectum.</L>
<L>Ade&s;dum &amp; haec s'is verba pauca Sal&s;illo</L>
<L>Refer, camoena no&s;tra cui tantum e&s;t cordi,</L>
<L>Quamque ille magnis praetulit immerit&ograve; divis.</L>
<L>Haec ergo alumnus ille Londini Milto,</L>
<L>Diebus hi&s;ce qui &s;uum linquens nidum</L>
<L>Polique tractum, (pe&s;&s;imus ubi ventorum,</L>
<L>In&s;anientis impoten&s;que pulmonis</L>
<L><PB N="71" REF="99">
Pernix anhela &s;ub Jove exercet flabra)</L>
<L>Venit feraces Itali &s;oli ad glebas,</L>
<L>Vi&s;um &s;uperb&acirc; cognitas urbes fam&acirc;</L>
<L>Viro&s;que doctaeque indolem juventutis,</L>
<L>Tibi optat idem hic fau&s;ta multa Sal&s;ille,</L>
<L>Habitumque fe&s;&s;o corpori penit&ugrave;s &s;anum;</L>
<L>Cui nunc profunda bilis infe&s;tat renes,</L>
<L>Praecordii&s;que fixa damno&s;&ugrave;m &s;pirat.</L>
<L>Nec id pepercit impia qu&ograve;d tu Romano</L>
<L>Tam cultus ore Lesbium condis melos.</L>
<L>O dulce div&ucirc;m munus, O&s;alus Hebes</L>
<L>Germana! Tuque Phoebe morborum terror</L>
<L>Pythone cae&s;o, &s;ive tu magis Paean</L>
<L>Libenter audis, hic tuus &s;acerdos e&s;t.</L>
<L>Querceta Fauni, vo&s;que rore vino&s;o</L>
<L>Colles benigni, mitis Euandri &s;edes,</L>
<L>Siquid &s;alubre vallibus frondet ve&s;tris,</L>
<L>Levamen aegro ferte certatim vati.</L>
<L>Sic ille charis redditus rur&s;&ugrave;m Mu&s;is</L>
<L>Vicina dulci prata mulcebit cantu.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e inter atros emirabitur lucos</L>
<L>Numa, ubi beatum degit otium aeternum,</L>
<L>Suam reclivis &s;emper Aegeriam &s;pectans.</L>
<L>Tumidu&s;que &amp; ip&s;e Tibris hinc delinitus</L>
<L>Spei favebit annuae colonorum:</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="100">
Nec in &s;epulchris ibit ob&s;e&s;&s;um reges</L>
<L>Nimi&ugrave;m &s;ini&s;tro laxus irruens loro:</L>
<L>Sed fraena melius temperabit undarum,</L>
<L>Adu&s;que curvi &s;al&s;a regna Portumni.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Man&s;us.</HEAD>
<EPIGRAPH>
<Q><P>Joannes Baptista Man&s;us Marchio Villen&s;is vir ingenii laude, tum literarum &s;tudio, nec non &amp; bellic&acirc; virtute apud Italos clarus in primis e&s;t. Ad quem Torquati Ta&s;&s;i dialogus extat de Ami|citi&acirc; &s;criptus; erat enim Ta&s;&s;i amici&s;&s;imus; ab quo etiam inter Campaniae principes celebratur, in illo poemate cui titulus <BIBL>Geru&s;alemme con|qui&s;tata, lib. 20.</BIBL></P></Q>
<Q><L>Fra cavalier magnanimi, &egrave; corte&s;i</L>
<L>Ri&s;plende il Man&s;o&mdash;</L></Q>
<Q><P>Is authorem Neapoli commorantem &s;umm&acirc; benevo|lenti&acirc; pro&s;ecutus e&s;t, mult<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">que ei detulit huma|nitatis officia. Ad hunc it<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">que ho&s;pes ille anto|quam ab e&acirc; urbe di&s;cederet, ut ne ingratum &s;e o&s;tenderet, hoc carmen mi&s;it.</P></Q>
</EPIGRAPH>
<LG>
<L>HAec quoque Man&s;e tuae meditantur carmina laudi</L>
<L>Pierides, tibi Man&s;e choronoti&s;&s;ime Phoebi&punc;</L>
<L>Quandoquidem ille alium haud aequo e&s;t dignatus honore,</L>
<L>Po&s;t Galli cineres, &amp; Mecaenatis Hetru&s;ci.</L>
<L>Tu quoque &s;i no&s;trae tant&ugrave;m valet aura Camoenae,</L>
<L>Victrices hederas inter, lauro&s;que &s;edebis.</L>
<L><PB N="73" REF="100">
Te pridem magno felix concordia Ta&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o</L>
<L>Junxit, &amp; aeternis in&s;crip&s;it nomina chartis.</L>
<L>Mox tibi dulciloquum non in&s;cia Mu&s;a Marinum</L>
<L>Tradidit, ille tuum dici &s;e gaudet alumnum,</L>
<L>Dum canit A&s;&s;yrios div&ucirc;m prolixus amores&punc;</L>
<L>Mollis &amp; Au&s;onias &s;tupefecit carmine nymphas.</L>
<L>Ille itidem moriens tibi &s;oli debita vates</L>
<L>O&s;&s;a tibi &s;oli, &s;upremaque vota reliquit.</L>
<L>Nec manes pietas tua chara fefellit amici,</L>
<L>Vidimus arridentem opero&s;o ex aere poetam.</L>
<L>Nec &s;atis hoc vi&s;um e&s;t in utrumque, &amp; nec pia ce&s;&s;ant</L>
<L>Officia in tumulo, cupis integros rapere Orco,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave; p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tes, atque avidas Parcarum eludere leges:</L>
<L>Amborum genus, &amp; vari&acirc; &s;ub &s;orte peractam</L>
<L>De&s;cribis vitam, more&s;que, &amp; dona Minervae;</L>
<L>Aemulus illius Mycalen qui natus ad altam</L>
<L>Rettulit Aeolii vitam facundus Homeri.</L>
<L>Ergo ego te Cli&ucirc;s &amp; magni nomine Phoebi</L>
<L>Man&s;e pater, jubeo longum &s;alvere per aevum</L>
<L>Mi&s;&s;us Hyperboreo juvenis peregrinus ab axe&punc;</L>
<L>Nec tu longinquam bonus a&s;pernabere Mu&s;am,</L>
<L>Quae nuper gelid&acirc; vix enutrita &s;ub Arcto</L>
<L>Imprudens Italas au&s;a e&s;t volitare per urbes&punc;</L>
<L>Nos etiam in no&s;tro modulantes flumine cygnos</L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="101">
Credimus ob&s;curas noctis &s;en&s;i&s;&s;e per umbras,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave; Thame&s;is lat&egrave; puris argenteus urnis</L>
<L>Oceani glaucos perfundit gurgite crines.</L>
<L>Quin &amp; in has quondam pervenit Tityrus oras.</L>
<L>Sed neque nos genus incultum, nec inutile Phoebo,</L>
<L>Qu&agrave; plaga &s;ept<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">no mundi &s;ulcata Trione</L>
<L>Brumalem patitur long&acirc; &s;ub nocte Bo&ouml;ten.</L>
<L>Nos etiam colimus Phoebum, nos munera Phoebo</L>
<L>Flaventes &s;picas, &amp; lutea mala cani&s;tris,</L>
<L>Halantemque crocum (perhibet ni&s;i vana vetu&s;tas)</L>
<L>Mi&s;imus, &amp; lectas Druidum de gente choreas.</L>
<L>(Gens Druides antiqua &s;acris operata deorum</L>
<L>Heroum laudes imitandaque ge&s;ta canebant)</L>
<L>Hinc quoties fe&s;to cingunt altaria cant<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Delo in herbos&acirc; Graiae de more puellae</L>
<L>Carminibus laetis memorant Corineida Loxo,</L>
<L>Fatidicamque Upin, cum flavicom&agrave; Heca&euml;rge</L>
<L>Nuda Caledonio variatas pectora fuco.</L>
<L>Fortunate &s;enex, ergo quacunque per orbem</L>
<L>Torquati decus, &amp; nomen celebrabitur ingens,</L>
<L>Claraque perpetui &s;uccre&s;cet fama Marini,</L>
<L>Tu quoque in ora frequens venies plau&s;umque virorum,</L>
<L>Et parili carpes iter immortale volatu.</L>
<L>Dicetur tum &s;ponte tuos habita&s;&s;e penates</L>
<L><PB N="75" REF="101">
Cynthius, &amp; famulas veni&s;&s;e ad limina Mu&s;as:</L>
<L>At non &s;ponte domum tamen idem, &amp; regis adivit</L>
<L>Rura P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eretiadae caelo fugitivus Apollo;</L>
<L>Ille licet magnum Alciden &s;u&s;ceperat ho&s;pes;</L>
<L>Tant&ugrave;m ubi clamo&s;os placuit vitare bubulcos.</L>
<L>Nobile man&s;ueti ce&s;&s;it Chironis in antrum,</L>
<L>Irriguos inter &s;altus frondo&s;aque tecta</L>
<L>Peneium prope rivum; ibi &s;aepe &s;ub ilice nigr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Ad citharae &s;trepitum bland&acirc; prece victus amici</L>
<L>Exilii duros lenibat voce labores.</L>
<L>Tum neque ripa &s;uo, barathro nec fixa &s;ub imo&punc;</L>
<L>Saxa &s;tetere loco, nutat Trachinia rupes,</L>
<L>Nec &s;entit &s;olitas, immania pondera, &s;ilvas,</L>
<L>Emotaeque &s;uis properant de collibus orni,</L>
<L>Mulcenturque novo maculo&s;i carmine lynces.</L>
<L>Diis dilecte &s;enex, te Jupiter aequus oportet</L>
<L>Na&s;centem, &amp; miti lu&s;trarit lumine Phoebus,</L>
<L>Atlanti&s;que nepos; neque enim ni&s;i charus ab ortu</L>
<L>Diis &s;uperis poterit magno favi&s;&s;e poetae.</L>
<L>Hinc longaeva tibi lento &s;ub flore &s;enectus</L>
<L>Vernat, &amp; Ae&s;onios lucratur vivida fu&s;os,</L>
<L>Nondum deciduos &s;ervans tibi frontis honores,</L>
<L>Ingeniumque vigens, &amp; adultum mentis acumen.</L>
<L>O mihi &s;i mea &s;ors talem concedat amicum</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="102">
Phoebaeos decor&acirc;&s;&s;e viros qui tam bene norit,</L>
<L>Si quando indigenas revocabo in carmina reges,</L>
<L>Arturumque etiam &s;ub terris bella moventem;</L>
<L>Aut dicam invictae &s;ociali foedere men&s;ae,</L>
<L>Magnanimos Heroas, &amp; (O modo &s;piritus ad &s;it)</L>
<L>Frangam Saxonicas Britonum &s;ub Marte phalanges.</L>
<L>Tandem ubi non tacitae permen&s;us tempora vitae,</L>
<L>Annorumque &s;atur cineri &s;ua jura relinquam,</L>
<L>Ille mihi lecto madidis a&s;taret ocellis,</L>
<L>A&s;tanti &s;at erit &s;i dicam &s;im tibi curae;</L>
<L>Ille meos artus liventi morte &s;olutos</L>
<L>Curaret parv&acirc; componi molliter urn&acirc;.</L>
<L>For&s;itan &amp; no&s;tros ducat de marmore vultus,</L>
<L>Nectens aut Paphi&acirc; myrti aut Parna&s;&s;ide lauri</L>
<L>Fronde comas, at ego &s;ecur&acirc; pace quie&s;cam.</L>
<L>Tum quoque, &s;i qua fides, &s;i praemia certa bonorum,</L>
<L>Ip&s;e ego caelicol&ucirc;m &s;emotus in aethera div&ucirc;m,</L>
<L>Qu&ograve; labor &amp; mens pura vehunt, atque ignea virtus</L>
<L>Secreti haec aliqu&acirc; mundi de parte videbo</L>
<L>(Quantum fata &s;inunt) &amp; tot&acirc; mente &s;eren&ugrave;m</L>
<L>Ridens purpureo &s;uffundar lumine vultus</L>
<L>Et &s;imul aethereo plaudam mihi laetus Olympo.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="77" REF="102">
<HEAD>EPITAPHIUM DAMONIS.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">ARGUMENTUM.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P>THyr&s;is &amp; Damon eju&s;dem viciniae Pa&s;tores, eadem &s;tudia &s;equuti a pueriti&acirc; amici erant, ut qui pluri|m&ugrave;m. Thyr&s;is animi cau &acirc; pro|fectus peregr&egrave; de obitu Damonis nuncium accepit. Domum po&s;tea rever&s;us, &amp; rem ita e&s;&s;e comperto, &s;e, &s;uamque &s;olitudi|nem hoc carmine deplorat. Damonis autem &s;ub per&s;on&acirc; h&icirc;c intelligitur Carolus Deodatus ex urbe Hetruriae Lucapaterno genere oriundus, caetera Anglus; ingenio, doctrina, clari&s;&s;imi&s;que caeteris virtutibus, dum viveret, juvenis egregius.</P>
</ARGUMENT>
<PB N="78" REF="103">
<HEAD>EPITAPHIUM DAMONIS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HImerides nymphae (nam vos &amp; Daphnin &amp; Hy|lan,</L>
<L>Et plorata diu memini&s;tis fata Bionis)</L>
<L>Dicite Sicelicum Thame&s;ina per oppida carmen:</L>
<L>Quas mi&s;er effudit voces, quae murmura Thyr&s;is,</L>
<L>Et quibus a&s;&s;iduis exercuit antra querelis,</L>
<L>Fluminaque, fonte&s;que vagos, nemorumque rece&s;&s;us,</L>
<L>Dum &s;ibi praereptum queritur Damona, heque altam</L>
<L>Luctibus exemit noctem loca &s;ola pererrans.</L>
<L>Et jam bis viridi &s;urgebat culmus ari&s;ta,</L>
<L>Et totidem flavas numerabant horrea me&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Ex quo &s;umma dies tulerat Damona &s;ub umbras,</L>
<L>Nec dum aderat Thyr&s;is; pa&s;torem &s;cilicet illum</L>
<L>Dulcis amor Mu&s;ae Thu&s;ca retinebat in urbe.</L>
<L>A&s;t ubi mens expleta domum, pecori&s;que relicti</L>
<L>Cura vocat, &s;imul a&s;&s;uet&acirc; &s;editque &s;ub ulmo,</L>
<L>Tum vero ami&s;&s;um tum denique &s;entit amicum,</L>
<L><PB N="79" REF="103">
Coepit &amp; immen&s;um &s;ic exonerare dolorem.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Hei mihi! quae terris, quae dicam numina coelo,</L>
<L>Po&s;tquam te immiti rapuerunt funere Damon;</L>
<L>Siccine nos linquis, tua &s;ic &s;ine nomine virtus</L>
<L>Ibit, &amp; ob&s;curis numero &s;ociabitur umbris?</L>
<L>At non ille, animas virg&acirc; qui dividit aure&acirc;,</L>
<L>I&s;ta velit, dignumque tui te ducat in agmen,</L>
<L>Ignavumque procul pecus arceat omne &s;ilentum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Quicquid erit, cert&egrave; ni&s;i me lupus ant&egrave; videbit,</L>
<L>Indeplorato non comminuere &s;epulcro,</L>
<L>Con&s;tabitque tuus tibi honos, long&uacute;mque vigebit</L>
<L>Inter pa&s;tores: Illi tibi vota &s;ecundo</L>
<L>Solvere po&s;t Daphnin, po&s;t Daphnin dicere laudes</L>
<L>Gaudebunt, dum rura Pales, dum Faunus amabit:</L>
<L>Si quid id e&s;t, pri&s;camque fidem colui&s;&s;e, pi&uacute;mque,</L>
<L>Palladi&aacute;&s;que artes, &s;oci&uacute;mque habui&s;&s;e canorum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Haec tibi certa manent, tibi erunt haec praemia Damon,</L>
<L>At mihi quid tandem fiet mod&ograve;? quis mihi fidus</L>
<L>Haerebit lateri comes, ut tu &s;aepe &s;olebas</L>
<L>Frigoribus duris, &amp; per loca foeta pruinis,</L>
<L>Aut rapido &s;ub &s;ole, &s;iti morientibus herbis?</L>
<L><PB N="80" REF="104">
Sive opus in magnos fuit emin&ugrave;s ire leones</L>
<L>Aut avidos terrere lupos prae&s;epibus altis;</L>
<L>Quis fando &s;opire diem, cantuque &s;olebit?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Pectora cui credam? quis me lenire docebit</L>
<L>Mordaces curas, quis longam fallere noctem</L>
<L>Dulcibus alloquiis, grato c&ugrave;m &s;ibilat igni</L>
<L>Molle pyrum, &amp; nucibus &s;trepitat focus, at malus au&s;ter</L>
<L>Mi&s;cet cuncta foris, &amp; de&s;uper intonat ulmo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Aut ae&s;tate, dies medio dum vertitur axe,</L>
<L>Cum Pan ae&s;cule&acirc; &s;omnum capit abditus umbr&acirc;,</L>
<L>Et repetunt &s;ub aquis &s;ibi nota &s;edilia nymphae.</L>
<L>Pa&s;tore&s;que latent, &s;tertit &s;ub &s;epe colonus,</L>
<L>Quis mihi blanditi&aacute;&s;que tuas, quis tum mihi ri&s;us,</L>
<L>Cecropio&s;que &s;ales referet, culto&s;que lepores?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>At jam &s;olus agros, jam pa&s;cua &s;olus oberro,</L>
<L>Sicubi ramo&s;ae den&s;antur vallibus umbrae,</L>
<L>Hic &s;erum expecto, &s;upra caput imber &amp; Eurus</L>
<L>Tri&s;te &s;onant, fractaeque agitata crepu&s;cula &s;ilvae.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Heu qu&agrave;m culta mihi pri&ugrave;s arva procacibus herbis</L>
<L>Involvuntur, &amp; ip&s;a &s;itu &s;eges alta fati&s;eit!</L>
<L><PB N="81" REF="104">
Innuba neglecto marce&s;cit &amp; uva racemo,</L>
<L>Nec myrteta juvant; ovium quoque taedet, at illae</L>
<L>Moerent, inque &s;uum convertunt ora magi&s;trum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Tityrus ad corylos vocat, Alphe&s;iboeus ad ornos,</L>
<L>Ad &s;alices Aegon, ad flumina pulcher Amyntas,</L>
<L>Hic gelidi fontes, h&icirc;c illita gramina mu&s;co,</L>
<L>Hic Zephyri, h&icirc;c placidas inter&s;trepit arbutus undas;</L>
<L>I&s;ta canunt &s;urdo, frutices ego nactus abibam.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Mop&s;us ad haec, nam me redeuntem forte not&acirc;rat</L>
<L>(Et callebat avium linguas, &amp; &s;ydera Mop&s;us)</L>
<L>Thyr&s;i quid hoc? dixit, quae te coquit improba bilis?</L>
<L>Aut te perdit amor, aut te mal&egrave; fa&s;cinat a&s;trum,</L>
<L>Saturni grave &s;aepe fuit pa&s;toribus a&s;trum,</L>
<L>Intimaque obliquo figit praecordia plumbo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Mirantur nymphae, &amp; quid te Thyr&s;i futurum e&s;t?</L>
<L>Quid tibi vis&punc; ajunt, non haec &s;olet e&s;&s;e juventae</L>
<L>Nubila frons, oculique truces, vultu&s;que &s;everi,</L>
<L>Illa choros, lu&s;u&s;que leves, &amp; &s;emper amorem</L>
<L>Jure petit, bis ille mi&s;er qui &s;erus amavit.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Venit Hyas, Dryop&eacute;que, &amp; filia Baucidis Aegle</L>
<L><PB N="82" REF="105">
Docta modos, citharaeque &s;ciens, &s;ed perdita fa&s;tu,</L>
<L>Venit Idumanii Chloris vicina fluenti;</L>
<L>Nil me blanditiae, nil me &s;olantia verba,</L>
<L>Nil me, &s;i quid ade&s;t, movet, aut &s;pes ulla futuri.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Hei mihi quam &s;imiles ludunt per prata juvenci,</L>
<L>Omnes unanimi &s;ecum &s;ibi lege &s;od ales,</L>
<L>Nec magis hunc alio qui&s;quam &s;ecernit amicum</L>
<L>De grege, &s;ic den&s;i veniunt ad pabula thoes,</L>
<L>Inque vicem hir&s;uti paribus junguntur onagri;</L>
<L>Lex eadem pelagi, de&s;erto in littore Proteus</L>
<L>Agmina Phocarum numerat, vili&s;que volucrum</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;er habet &s;emper quicum &s;it, &amp; omnia circum</L>
<L>Farra libens volitet, &s;er&ograve; &s;ua tecta revi&s;ens,</L>
<L>Quem &s;i fors letho objecit, &s;eu milvus adunco</L>
<L>Fata tulit ro&s;tro, &s;eu &s;travit arundine fo&s;&s;or,</L>
<L>Protinus ille alium &s;ocio petit inde volatu.</L>
<L>Nos durum genus, &amp; diris exercita fatis</L>
<L>Gens homines aliena animis, &amp; pectore di&s;cors,</L>
<L>Vix &s;ibi qui&s;que parem de millibus invenit unum,</L>
<L>Aut &s;i &s;ors dederit tandem non a&s;pera votis,</L>
<L>Illum inopina dies qu&acirc; non &s;peraveris hor&acirc;</L>
<L>Surripit, aeternum linquens in &s;aecula damnum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="83" REF="105">
Heu quis me ignotas traxit vagus error in oras</L>
<L>Ire per a&euml;reas rupes, Alpemque nivo&s;am!</L>
<L>Ecquid erat tanti Romam vidi&s;&s;e &s;epultam?</L>
<L>Quamvis illa foret, qualem dum vi&s;eret olim,</L>
<L>Tityrus ip&s;e &s;uas &amp; oves &amp; rura reliquit&punc;</L>
<L>Ut te tam dulci po&s;&s;em carui&s;&s;e &s;odale,</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;em tot maria alta, tot interponere montes,</L>
<L>Tot &s;ylvas, tot &s;axa tibi, fluvio&s;que &s;onantes.</L>
<L>Ah cert&egrave; extrem&ugrave;m licui&s;&s;et tangere dextram,</L>
<L>Et bene compo&s;itos placid&egrave; morientis ocellos,</L>
<L>Et dixi&s;&s;e vale, no&s;tri memor ibis ad a&s;tra.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni&punc;</L>
<L>Quamquam etiam ve&s;tri nunquam memini&s;&s;e pigebit</L>
<L>Pa&s;tores Thu&s;ci, Mu&s;is operata juventus,</L>
<L>Hic Charis, atque Lepos; &amp; Thu&s;cus tu quoque Damon&punc;</L>
<L>Antiqu&acirc; genus unde petis Lucumonis ab urbe.</L>
<L>O ego quantus eram, gelidi cum &s;tratus ad Arni</L>
<L>Murmura, populeumque nemus, qu&agrave; mollior herb<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Carpere nunc violas, nunc &s;ummas carpere myrtos,</L>
<L>Et potui Lycidae certantem audire Menalcam.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e etiam tentare au&s;us &s;um, nec puto mult&ugrave;m</L>
<L>Di&s;plicui, nam &s;unt &amp; apud me munera ve&s;tra</L>
<L>Fi&s;cellae, calathique &amp; cerea vincla cicutae,</L>
<L>Quin&punc; &amp; no&s;tra &s;uas docuerunt nomina fagos</L>
<L><PB N="84" REF="106">
Et Datis, &amp; Francinus, erant &amp; vocibus ambo</L>
<L>Et &s;tudiis noti, Lydorum &s;anguinis ambo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Haec mihi tum laeto dictabat ro&s;cida luna,</L>
<L>Dum &s;olus teneros claudebam cratibus hoedos.</L>
<L>Ah quoties dixi, c&ugrave;m te cinis ater habebat,</L>
<L>Nunc canit, aut lepori nunc tendit retia Damon,</L>
<L>Vimina nunc texit, varios &s;ibi quod &s;it in u&s;us;</L>
<L>Et quae tum facili &s;perabam mente futura</L>
<L>Arripui voto levis, &amp; prae&s;entia finxi,</L>
<L>Heus bone numquid agis? ni&s;i te quid forte retardat,</L>
<L>Imus? &amp; argut&acirc; paul&ugrave;m recubamus in umbra,</L>
<L>Aut ad aquas Colni, aut ubi jugera Ca&s;&s;ibelauni?</L>
<L>Tu mihi percurres medicos, tua gramina, &s;uccos,</L>
<L>Hellebor&uacute;mque, humil&eacute;&s;que crocos, foli&ucirc;mque hyacinthi,</L>
<L>Qua&s;que habet i&s;ta palus herbas, arte&s;que medent&ucirc;m,</L>
<L>Ah pereant herbae, pereant arte&s;que medent&ucirc;m</L>
<L>Gramina, po&s;tquam ip&s;i nil profecere magi&s;tro.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e etiam, nam ne&s;cio quid mihi grande &s;onabat</L>
<L>Fi&s;tula, ab undecim&acirc; jam lux e&s;t altera nocte,</L>
<L>Et tum forte novis adm&ocirc;ram labra cicutis,</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;iluere tamen rupta compage, nec ultra</L>
<L>Ferre graves potuere &s;onos, dubito quoque ne &s;im</L>
<L>Turgidulus, tamen &amp; referam, vos cedite &s;ilvae.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="85" REF="106">
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Ip&s;e ego Dardanias Rutupina per aequora puppes</L>
<L>Dicam, &amp; Pandra&s;idos regnum vetus Inogeniae,</L>
<L>Brenn&uacute;mque Arvirag&uacute;mque duces, pri&s;c&uacute;mque Belinum,</L>
<L>Et tandem Armoricos Britonum &s;ub lege colonos;</L>
<L>Tum gravidam Arturo fatali fraude Jogernen</L>
<L>Mendaces vultus, a&s;&s;umpt&aacute;que Gorl&ouml;is arma&punc;</L>
<L>Merlini dolus. O mihi tum &s;i vita &s;uper&s;it,</L>
<L>Tu procul anno&s;a pendebis fi&s;tula pinu</L>
<L>Mult&ugrave;m oblita mini, aut patriis mutata camoenis</L>
<L>Brittonicum &s;trides, quid enim? omnia non licet uni</L>
<L>Non &s;pera&s;&s;e uni licet omnia, mi &s;atis ampla</L>
<L>Merces, &amp; mihi grande decus (&s;im ignotus in aevum</L>
<L>Tum licet, externo penit&uacute;&s;que inglorius orbi)</L>
<L>Si me flava comas legat U&s;a, &amp; potor Alauni,</L>
<L>Vorticib&uacute;&s;que frequens Abra, &amp; nemus omne Treantae,</L>
<L>Et Thame&s;is meus ante omnes, &amp; fu&s;ca metallis</L>
<L>Tamara, &amp; extremis me di&s;cant Orcades undis.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ite domum impa&s;ti, domino jam non vacat, agni.</L>
<L>Haec tibi &s;ervabam lent&acirc; &s;ub cortice lauri,</L>
<L>Haec, &amp; plura &s;imul, tum quae mihi pocula Man&s;us,</L>
<L>Man&s;us Chalcidicae non ultima gloria ripae</L>
<L>Bina dedit, mirum artis opus, mirandus &amp; ip&s;e,</L>
<L>Et circ&ugrave;m gemino caelaverat argumento:</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="107">
In medio rubri maris unda, &amp; odoriferum ver</L>
<L>Littora longa Arabum, &amp; &s;udantes bal&s;ama &s;ilvae,</L>
<L>Has inter Phoenix divina avis, unica terris</L>
<L>Caerule&ugrave;m fulgens diver&s;icoloribus alis</L>
<L>Auroram vitreis &s;urgentem re&s;picit undis.</L>
<L>Parte alia polus omnipatens, &amp; magnus Olympus,</L>
<L>Quis putet? hic quoque Amor, pictaeque in nube pharetrae,</L>
<L>Arma coru&s;ca faces, &amp; &s;picula tincta pyropo;</L>
<L>Nec tenues animas, pect&uacute;&s;que ignobile vulgi</L>
<L>Hinc ferit, at circ&ugrave;m flammantia lumina torquens</L>
<L>Semper in erectum &s;pargit &s;ua tela per orbes</L>
<L>Impiger, &amp; pronos nunquam collimat ad ictus,</L>
<L>Hinc mentes ardere &s;acrae, formaeque deorum.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tu quoque in his, nee me fallit &s;pes lubrica Damon&punc;</L>
<L>Tu quoque in his cert&egrave; es, nam qu&ograve; tua dulcis abiret</L>
<L>Sanct&aacute;que &s;implicitas, nam qu&ograve; tua candida virtus?</L>
<L>Nec te Lethaeo fas quae&s;ivi&s;&s;e &s;ub orco,</L>
<L>Nec tibi conveniunt lacrymae, nec flebimus ultr&agrave;,</L>
<L>Ite procul lacrymae, purum colit aethera Damon,</L>
<L>Aethera purus habet, pluvium pede reppulit arcum;</L>
<L>Hero&uacute;mque animas inter, div&oacute;&s;que perennes,</L>
<L>Aethereos haurit latices &amp; gaudia potat</L>
<L>Ore Sacro. Quin tu coeli po&s;t jura recepta</L>
<L>Dexter ades, placid&uacute;&s;que fave quic&uacute;nque vocaris&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="87" REF="107">
Seu tu no&s;ter eris Damon, &s;ive aequior audis</L>
<L>Diodotus, quo te divino nomine cuncti</L>
<L>Coelicolae norint, &s;ylvi&s;que vocabere Damon.</L>
<L>Qu&ograve;d tibi purpureus pudor, &amp; &s;ine labe juventus</L>
<L>Grata fuit, qu&ograve;d nulla tori libata voluptas,</L>
<L>En etiam tibi virginei &s;ervantur honores;</L>
<L>Ip&s;e caput nitidum cinctus rutilante corona,</L>
<L>Let&aacute;que frondentis ge&s;tans umbracula palmae</L>
<L>Aetern&ugrave;m perages immortales hymenaeos;</L>
<L>Cantus ubi, chorei&s;que furit lyra mi&s;ta beatis,</L>
<L>Fe&s;ta Sionaeo bacchantur &amp; Orgia Thyr&s;o.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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