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Which stray or sleep all day, and having
loft Light and strength, dark and tir'd must
then ride poft.
All that Man has to do is to live and die; the sum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines :
Think in how poor a prison thou didft
lie, After, enabled but to suck and cry. Think, when 'twas grown to "most,
'twas a poor inn, i A province pack'd up in two yatds
And that usurp’d, or threaten’d with a
rage Of ficknesses, or their true mother,
age. But think that death hath now en: • franchis’d thee; Thou hast thy expansion now, and
liberty; Think, that a rusty piece discharg'd
is flown In pieces, and the bullet is his own, And freely ílies: this to thy soul allow, Think thy shell broke, think thy soul
hatch'd but now.
THEY were sometimes indelicate and
disgusting. Cowley thus apoftrophises beauty :
-Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man
free! Thou subtle thief, from whom nought
safe can be ! Thou murth’rer, which hast killed, and
devil, which would'st damn me.
Thus he addresses his Mistress :
Thou, who in many a propriety,
sure you can,
Thus he represents the meditations of a Lover: Tho' in thy thoughts scarce any tracts
: have been
Such charms thy beauty wears as might
Thou with strange adultery
Awake, all men do lust for thee, And some enjoy thee when they sleep.
The true taste of tears. , Hither with crystal vials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are love's
wine, And try your mistress' tears at home, For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
This is yet more indelicate : : ... G .
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chaf’d musk-cat's
pores doth trill, As the almighty balm of th' early
East, Such are the sweet drops of my mistress'
breast. And on her neck her skin such lustre
They seem no sweat drops, but pearl
coronets : Rank sweaty froth thy mistress' brow defiles,
THEIR expressions sometimes raise
horror, when they intend perhaps to be pathetic: