If then this body love what th'other did, "Twere inceft, which by nature is forbid.

The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travel through different countries:

Haft thou not found, each woman's. breaft

(The lands where thou haft travelled) Either by favages poffeft,

Or wild, and uninhabited?

What joy could't take, or what repofe In countries fo uncivilis'd as thofe ?

Luft, the fcorching dog-ftar, here Rages with immoderate heat; Whilst Pride, the rugged Northern

Bear,

In others makes the cold too great.

And

And where thefe are temp'rate known,

The foil's all barren fand, or rocky

ftone..

COWLEY.

A lover, burnt up by his affection, is compared to Egypt:

The fate of Egypt I fuftain,

And never feel the dew of rain, From clouds which in the head appear; But all my too much moisture owe, To overflowings of the heart below..

COWLEY.

The lover fuppofes his lady ac quainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of facrifice:

And yet this death of mine, I fear,, Will ominous to her appear:

When

When found in every other part,

Her facrifice is found without an heart.
For the laft tempeft of my death
Shall figh out that too, with my breath.

That the chaos was harmonifed has

been recited of old; but whence the different founds arofe, remained for a modern to discover:

Th' ungovern'd parts no correfpon

dence knew,

An artless war from thwarting motions

grew;

Till they to number and fixt rules were

brought.

Water and air he for the tenor chofe, Earth made the Bafe, the Treble flame

arofe.

COWLEY.

The

The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not eafily understood, they may be read again.

On a round ball

A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Afia,
And quickly make that, which was no-
thing, all.

So doth each tear,

Which thee doth wear,

A globe, yea world, by that impreffion

grow,

Till thy tears mixt with mine do over

flow

This world, by waters fent from thee my heaven diffolved fo.

On

On reading the following lines the reader may perhaps cry out-Confufion worfe confounded.

Here lies a fhe fun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and fo They unto one another nothing owe.

DONNE.

Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope?

Tho' God be our true glafs, thro' which we fee

All, fince the being of all things is he, Yet are the trunks, which do to us

derive

"Things, in proportion fit, by perfpective

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