But if he hold till it have run its last, Then may he live out threescore years or past. (As that fond age doth most of all desire), His pride in 's countenance was quickly seen; Seemed on 's head to grow bedew'd with showers. When blushing she first 'gins to light the air. His sword by 's side, and choler in his eyes, Of Autumn's fruits a basket on his arm, His golden god in 's purse, which was his charm. Leaning upon his staff came up Old Age, A LOVE-LETTER TO HER HUSBAND FROM THE Edition of 1678 Phoebus make haste, the day 's too long, begone, But stay this once, unto my suit give ear, If in thy swift career thou canst make stay, My dumpish thoughts, my groans, my brackish tears, Or all the grass that in the meads do stand, Or every mote that in the sunshine hops, O how they joy when thou dost light the skies. Tell him here 's worse than a confused matter, THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain Till snatched from thence by friends less wise than true Who thee abroad exposed to public view, Made thee, in rags, halting, to the press to trudge, My rambling brat - in print - should mother call. Thy visage was so irksome in my sight; Yet being mine own, at length affection would I washed thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw. I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet, But naught save homespun cloth i' th' house I find, Which caused her thus to send thee out of door. FOR THE RESTORATION OF MY DEAR HUSBAND FROM When fears and sorrows me beset, Thou rais'st him up I feared to lose, Distempers thou didst chase away, My thankful heart, with pen record He taught thee by his rod, And with his staff did thee support, Praises to him who hath not left Nor turned his ear away from me, But granted hath my suit. EDWARD JOHNSON [Born at Herne Hill, Kent, England, about 1599; died at Woburn, OF THE FIRST PREPARATION OF THE MERCHANT ADVENTURERS IN THE MASSACHUSETTS FROM THE "WONDER-WORKING PROVIDENCE," London, 1654, CHAP. IX . . . At the place of their abode they began to build a Town, which is called Salem, after some little space of time having made trial of the sordid spirits of the neighboring Indians, the most bold among them began to gather to divers places, which they began to take up for their own; those that were sent over servants, having itching desires after novelties, found a readier way to make an end of their masters' provisions, than they could find means to get more. They that came over their own men had but little left to feed on, and most began to repent when their strong beer and full cups ran as small as water in a large land, but little corn, and the poor Indians so far from relieving them, that they were forced to lengthen out their own food with acorns, and that which added to their present distracted thoughts, the ditch between England and their now place of abode was so wide, that they could not leap over with a lope-staff, yet some delighting their eye with the rarity of things present, and feeding their fancies with new discoveries at the Spring's approach, they made shift to rub out the Winter's cold by the fire-side, having fuel enough growing at their doors, turning down many a drop of the bottle, and burning tobacco with all the ease they could, discoursing between one while and another, of the great progress they would make after the Summer's-sun had changed the earths white furr'd gown into a green mantel. OF THE FIRST PROMOTION OF LEARNING IN NEW ENGLAND AND THE EXTRAORDINARY PROVIDENCES THAT THE LORD WAS PLEASED TO SEND FOR FURTHERING OF THE SAME FROM BOOK II, CHAP. XIX Toward the latter end of this summer came over the learned, reverend, and judicious Mr. Henry Dunster, before whose coming the Lord was pleased to provide a patron for erecting a college, as you have formerly heard, his provident hand being now no less powerful in pointing out with his unerring finger a president abundantly fitted, this his servant, and sent him over for to manage the work. And as in all the other passages of this history the Wonderworking Providence of Sion's Saviour hath appeared, so more especially in this work, the fountains of learning being in a great measure stopped in our native country at this time, so that the sweet waters of Shilo's streams must ordinarily pass into the churches through the stinking channel of prelatical pride, beside all the filth that the fountains themselves were daily encumbered withal, insomuch that the Lord turned aside often from them, and refused the breathings of his blessed Spirit among them, which caused Satan (in these latter days of his transformation into an angel of light) to make it a means to persuade people from the use of learning altogether, that so in the next generation they might be destitute of such helps as the |