And storied windows richly dight, In service high, and anthems clear, 160 As may with sweetness through mine ear 165 And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, LXXXVII 170 175 John Milton. CONTENT ATION. DIRECTED TO MY DEAR FATHER, AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND, Heaven, what an age is this! what race Thus fly in the Almighty's face, And with his Providence make war! I can go nowhere but I meet 5 O senseless man! that murmurs still Is it true happiness to be By undiscerning Fortune placed Where few arrive, and none stand fast? Titles and wealth are Fortune's toils, The one supinely yawns at rest, A pampered horse, or labouring moil: By public hate or private frown, The drudge who would all get, all save, ΙΟ 15 20 25 3309 Excess of ill-got, ill-kept, pelf Does only death and danger breed; Whilst one rich worldling starves himself 35 By which we see that wealth and power, And gull ambition with a cheat. 40 Nor is he happier than these, Who in a moderate estate, Where he might safely live at ease, For he, by those desires misled, 45 To all the storms man's peace invade. Nor is he happy who is trim, Tricked up in favours of the fair, 50 Mirrors, with every breath made dim, Woman, man's greatest woe or bliss, 55 Destroys whom she was made to save. Oh! fruitful grief, the world's disease! And vainer man, to make it so, 60 Who gives his miseries increase There are no ills but what we make By giving shapes and names to things; We call that sickness, which is health; 55 70 Untrodden paths are then the best, And who buys sorrow cheapest, takes Charles Cotton. LXXXVIII IN PRAISE OF HOPE. Hope, of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure! Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health! 85 Thou pleasant, honest flatterer, for none 10 Hope, thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success! Thou good preparative, without which our joy Does work too strong, and whilst it cures, destroy; Who out of fortune's reach dost stand, And art a blessing still in hand! Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil; Brother of Faith, 'twixt whom and thee The joys of Heaven and earth divided be! Though Faith be heir, and have the fixed estate, In thee, or in possession! 15 20 25 Only the future 's thine, the present his! So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast! 30 Thou way, that may'st dispute it with the end! 35 Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss; And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, LXXXIX PROLOGUE. 40 Abraham Cowley. TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD. SPOKEN BY MR. HART, AT THE ACTING OF THE SILENT WOMAN.' What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew, Athenian judges, you this day renew. Here too are annual rites to Pallas done, And here poetic prizes lost or won. |