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S O N N E T S.
1. To the Nightingale. O
Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbleft at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart doth fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, S
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh;
As thou from year to year haft sung too late II For my relief, yet hadīt no reason why :
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
M'accottandosi attorno, e perche scrivi, Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana Verseggiando d'amor, e come t'ofi? Dinne, se la tua speme fia mai vana, E de pensieri lo miglior s'arrivi; Cofi mi van burlando, altri rivi Altri lidi t'aspettan, & altre onde Nelle cui verdi (ponde Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi Perche alle spalle tue soverchia soma ?
Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi Dice mia Donna, e'l suo dir, è il mio cuore Questa e lingua di cui si vanta Amore.
L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
Che mal fi spande a difusata spera
Cofi Amor meco insù la lingua Inclla
Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altcra,
E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno.
V. PER ER certo i bei vostri occhi, Donna mia Eller non puo
che non sian lo mio sole Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole
Per l'arcne di Libia chi s'invia,
Da quel lato si spinge ove me duole,
Chiaman sospir; io non so che si fia :
Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco
Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiela ; Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco
Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
The better part with Mary and with Roth 5 IOVANE piano, e semplieetto amante
Chosen thou hast ; and they that overweea,
And at thy growing virtues vent their spleen, Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono
No anger find in thee, but pity' and ruth. Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante
Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante,
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10
S De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono;
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be
sure Quando rugge il gran inondo, e scocca il tuono, S'arma di te, e d'intero diamante,
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feaftful friends
Paffes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Halt gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and purc. Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, di cetta sonora, e delle muse: Sol troverete in tal parte men duro
X. Ove Amor mise l'infanabil ago.
To tbe Lady Margaret Ley.
AUGHTER to that good Earl, once Preldest VII.
Who liv'd in both, unftain'd with gold or ice, On bis being arrived to the Age of 23.
And left them both, more in himself content, COW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Till fad the breaking of that Parliament 5
Broke him, as that dishonest victory year!
At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, My hasting days fly on with full career,
Killd with report that old man eloquent. But
my late spring no bud or blossom Mew'th. Though later born than to have known the days Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 5 Wherein your father florilh’d, yet by you, 10 That I to manhood am arriv'd so near,
Madam, methinks I see him living yet; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, So well your words his noble virtues praise,
That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. That all both judge you to relate them true, Yet be it less or more, or soon or flow,
And to possess them, honor'd Margaret. it shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lor, however mean or high,
On the Detraction which followed upon ay writing As ever in my great Task-master's eye.
Hosoft on bail Wing ing there and twentieth
That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid fpare Ιο
The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower
Of sad Electra’s poet had the power
And woven close, both matter, form and
Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
A title-page is this ! and some in file
Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
Wisely haft fhunn'd the broad way and the
green, And with those few art eminently seen, "That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth,
On the fame.
As when thofe hinds that were transform'd to frogs Victory home, though new rehellions raise
6 Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays Which after held the sun and moon in fee. Her broken league to imp their serpent wings. But this is got by casting pearls to hogs; O yet a nobler talk awaits thy hand,
9 'That hawl for freedom in their fenfeless mood, (For what can war, but endless war fill breed?)
And still revolt when truth would set them free. Tili truth and right from violence be freed,
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; II And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand
But from that mark how far they rove we fee While avarice and rapin share the land.
To Mr. H. Lawes on bis Airs.
Words with just note and accent, not to scan
With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
With praise cnough fur envy to look wan; 6
To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire, 10
That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story.
Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
To conquer still; peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than war : new foes arise 10 Threatning to bind our souls with fecular chains :
Help us to save free conscience from the paw of hireling wolves, whofe gospel is their maw.
my Cbriflian Friend, deceas'd 16 Decemb. 1646.
Stay'd not hehind, nor in the grave were trod :
Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms re
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,
have done :
Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they 9| And disapproves that carë, though wise in show,
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and a fhes low That with superfluous burden loads the day,
O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth (way And when God sends a chearful hour, refrains. The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way
To the same.
YRIAC, this three years day these eyes,
, On bis Blindness.
To outward view, of blemish or of spot, HEN I consider how my light is spent Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear wide,
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5 And that one talent which is death to hide, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a joc bent
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and sleer To serve therewith my Maker,'and present 5 Right onward. What supports me, doft thou ask? Iy true account, lest he returning chide;
The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them over. Doth God exact day-labor, light deny'd ? I fondly ask : But patience to prevent
In liberty's defence, my noble tak, That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Of which all Europe talks frona fide to side.
Either man's work or his own gists; who best ro This thought night lead me through the world's Bears his mild yoke, they serve him beit: his state
vain maik, Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, Content though blind, had I no better guide.
And post o'er land and occan without rest;
Or bis deceased Wife.
ETHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis froin the grave, To Mr. Lawrend.
Whom Jove's great fon to her glad husband
gave, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are
Rescued from death by force, though pale and mire,
faint, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Help waste-a sullen day, what may be won
Purification in the old Law did save, 6 From the hard feafon gaining ? time will run 5
And such, as yet once more I trust to have On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, The frozen carth, and clothe in fresh attire Came vested all in white, pure as her mind :
The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. Her face was veild, yet to my fancied sight 10 What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person thin's
Of Attic talle, with wine, whince we may rise So clear, as in no face with nore delight.
To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice But O as to embrace me the incluid, Warble inmortal notes and Tuscan air?
I wak'd, the fied, and day brought back my He who of those delights can judge, and spare
night. To interpose them oft, is not unwisc.
On occafion of ibe Plague in Londoa.
Found on a glass Window at Chalfont, in Buck slas:
Dire, ubere Milton reided during the Coatianst! VYRIAC, whose grandfire on the royal bench of tbat Calamity.
[Fron Birch's Life.] Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar fo often wrench; T'AIR mirror of foul times; whose fragile sheen
F To-day deep thoughts refolve with me to drench 5 Shall, as it blazıtlı, break; while Providcace
In mirth, that after no repenting draws; (Aye watching v'er his faints with cye unten; I et Euclid rest and Archimedes paute,
Spreads the red rod of angry pettilence, And what the Swede intends, and what the To sweep the wicked and their counsels herce; French.
Yea, all to break the pride of luftful kings, To nieasure life learn thou betimes, and know Who Heaven's lore reject for brutish fenfe;
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; As erst he scourg'd Jeflides' fin of yore,
He fent him war, or plague, or famine fore. le
PSA L M S
LORD bonapeh ose my focs!
Psalm 1. Done into verse, 1653.
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kiss the Son, lese he appear 25 RLESS’D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In anger, and yc perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay!
5 And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grow 3
Psalm 11. Aug. 9, 1653.
W ben he fled from Abfalom.
How many those
That in arnis against me rise! The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
Many are they In judgment, or abide their trial then,
That of my life distrustsully thus say, 3 Nor finners in th'assembly of just men.
No help for him in God therc lies.
Thee through my story
Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd THY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations And heard me from his holy mount. Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth I lay and slept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain With power, and princes in their congregations
Was the Lord. Of many millions IS Lay deep their plots together through cach land
The populous rout
I fear not, though incamping round about
Rise, Lord; fave me, my God; for thou
Hast Imote ere now dwell
On the chcek-bonc all my foes, Shall laugh, the Lord thall scoff them, then fe
Of nien abhorr'd
Hast broke the tecth. This help was from the Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
Anointed have my king (though ye rebel)
Pfalm iv. Aug. 10, 1653.
God of my righteousness,
In firaits and in distress Th'Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Thou didst me disinthrall Earth’s utmost bounds : them shalt thou bring full | And let at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
My glory have in scorn,