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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,
Portend success in love ; O if Jove's will

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.



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UAL in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera

L'avezza giovinetta pastorella
Va bagnando l'herbetta Itrana e bella

Che mal fi spande a difusata spera
Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,

Cofi Amor meco insù la lingua Inclla
Desta il fior novo di strania favella,

Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altcra,
Canto, dal mio buon popol non intelo

E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno.
Amor lo volle, ed io a l'altrui peso
Seppi ch'Amor cosa mai volse indarno.
Deh! foss' il mio cuor lento e'l duro seno
A chi pianta dal ciel li buon terreno.


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,
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne sentì pria)

Da quel lato si spinge ove me duole,
Che forse amanti nelle lor parole

Chiaman sospir; io non so che si fia :
Parte rinchiusa, e turbida si cela

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
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rosc.


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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,
Tanto del forse, e d'invidia sicuro,
Di timori, e speranze al popol use


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,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of

All is, if I have grace to use it fo,

On the Detraction which followed upon ay writing As ever in my great Task-master's eye.

certain Treatises.

Hosoft on bail Wing ing there and twentieth


A a


When the Afault was intended to the City.
APTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenseless doors

• may
if deed of honor did thee ever pleasc,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms 5

That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,

Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower :

The great Emathian conqueror bid fpare Ιο

The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower
Went to the ground : and the repeated air

Of sad Electra’s poet had the power
To Save th’ Athenian walis from ruin bare.

And woven close, both matter, form and

The fubject new; it walk'd the town awhile,

Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
Cries the itall-reader, Bless us! what a word ons

A title-page is this ! and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to

End Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordun,
Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow

That would have made Quintilian stare and gaip.
Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,

Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
When thou taught'rt Cambridge, and king

Edward Greck.


To a virtuous young Lady.



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.
DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs
By the known rules of ancient liberty,
When ftrait a barbarous noise environs me
of owls and cuckoos, affes, apes, and dogs:

As when thofe hinds that were transform'd to frogs Victory home, though new rehellions raise
Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny,

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
For who loves that must first be wise and good; Of public fraud. In vain doth valor bleed,

But from that mark how far they rove we fee While avarice and rapin share the land.
For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.


To Mr. H. Lawes on bis Airs.
CARRY, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song


Words with just note and accent, not to scan

With Midas' ears, committing short and long;
Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng,

With praise cnough fur envy to look wan; 6
To after-age thou shalt be writ the man,
That with smooth air could's humour best our

Thou honor'it verse, and verse must lend her wing

To honor thee, the priest of Phæbus' quire, 10

That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn, or story.
Dante shall give fame leave to set thee higher

Than his Casella, whom he woo'd to sing,
Met in the milder shades of purgatory.

To tbe Lord General Gromwell.
ROMWELL, our chief of men, who through

a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matehlefs fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way halt

And on the neck of crowned fortune proud 5

Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued,
While Darwen itrean with blood of Scots im-

And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much remains

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.

To Sir Henry Vane the younger.
ANE, young in years, but in fage counsel old,

On the religious Memory of Mrs. Catharine Thomson,

my Cbriflian Friend, deceas'd 16 Decemb. 1646.
HEN faith and love, which parted from

thee never,
Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God,
Meekly thou didit resign this earthly load
Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth

Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5

Stay'd not hehind, nor in the grave were trod :
But, as foith pointed with her golden rod,

Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them un, and faith, who knew them best,
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'a with purple

And azure wings, that up they flew fo drest,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure immortal fireams.

The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms re

The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states hard to be spellid,
'Then to advise how war may best upheld

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage: besides to know

Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,
What fevers each, thou hast learn'd, which few

have done :
The bounds of either sword to thee we owe:

Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.



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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
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.


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;
They also serve who only stand and wait.


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:
To Cyriac Skinner.

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,
For otl.cr things mild Heav'n a time ordains, For the fair Hitrite, when, on seraph's wings,

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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.
O finners hath not tlood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great

Happy all those who have in him their stay!
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,

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.
By watery streams, and in his season knows

W ben he fled from Abfalom.
To yield his fruit, and his leaf Mall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.

How many those
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd

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.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the juít, 15 But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
And the way of bad men to ruin muft.

Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd
Pfalm 11. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzelte.

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
Against the Lord and his Mesliah dear? 5

I fear not, though incamping round about
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand They pitch against me their pavilions.
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,

Rise, Lord; fave me, my God; for thou
Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth

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

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith hư, Thy blesing on thy people flows.

Anointed have my king (though ye rebel)
On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said

Pfalm iv. Aug. 10, 1653.
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;

God of my righteousness,
As thy posseflion I on thee bestow

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,

5 low

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
With iron scepter bruis’d, and them disperse 20 Great ones, how long will ye
Like to a potter's veffel shiver’d fo.

My glory have in scorn,
And now be wise at length, ye Kings averse, How long be thus forbora
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear Still to love vanity;





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