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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,

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Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

Line 105.

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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,

Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,

Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles.

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Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter, holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as you go,

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If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakspere, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever, against eating cares

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce

Line 131.

In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

Line 135.

The hidden soul of harmony.

Line 144.

SONNETS.

As ever in my great task-master's eye.

Sonnet vii.

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Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot

Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer

Right onward.

Sonnet xxii.

Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Sonnet xxii.

But O, as to embrace me she inclined,

I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.

Under a star-y pointing pyramid.

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame.

Sonnet xxiii.

Epitaph on Shakspere.

BASSE-VAUGHAN-L'ESTRANGE.

151

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ENOWNED Spenser, lie a thought more nigh

To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie

A little nearer Spenser, to make room

For Shakspere in your threefold, fourfold tomb.

On Shakspere.

HENRY VAUGHAN. 1614-1695.

I

SEE them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days;

My days which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.

They are all gone.

Dear beauteous death; the jewel of the just.

Ibid.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.

Ibid.

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Besides, 't is known he could speak Greck

As naturally as pigs squeak.
That Latin was no more difficile,

Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.

Parti. Canto i. Line 51.

He could distinguish, and divide
A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.

Parti. Canto i. Line 67.

For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.

Parti. Canto i. Line 81.

Parti. Canto i. Line 131.

He knew what's what, and that's as high
As metaphysic wit can fly.

Parti. Canto i. Line

149.

Such as take lodgings in a head

That's to be let unfurnished.*

Parti. Canto i. Line 161.

And prove their doctrine orthodox,

By Apostolic blows and knocks. Part i. Canto i. Line 199.

* Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high.-FULLER. Holy and Profane States. B. v. ch. xviii.

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