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Page 10, 2nd col. line 10, for "Thus" read" Then.”
12, ist col. last line but four, for “others” read “ of hers." 14, ist col. last two lines, for "stately-sighted” read "stately-sited,” and for "wall" read
“ Wall." 14, 2nd col. twelve lines from bottom, for “climes" read “climbs."
15, ist col. six lines from bottom, for “ of treasures” read “of all treasures.“ » 28, ist col. line 3, for “my” read “thy.
30, ist col. line 13, for “renew” read "renown.'
51, ist col. line 14, for “have” read “hate."
“Exia Wurtòs. The Shadow of Night: Containing Two Poeticall Hymnes, Deuised by G. C. Gent. Versus mei habebunt aliquantum Noctis.-Antilo. At London, Printed by R. F for William Ponsonby. 1594."
It is an exceeding rapture of delight in the deep search of knowledge (none krioweth better than thyself, sweet Matthew) that maketh men manfully indure the extremes incident to that Herculean labour : from flints must the Gorgonean fount be smitten. Men must be shod by Mercury, girt with Saturn's adamantine sword, take the shield from Pallas, the helm from Pluto, and have the eyes of Græa (as Hesiodus arms Perseus against Medusa) before they can cut off the viperous head of benumbing ignorance, or subdue their monstrous affections to most beautiful judgment.
How then may a man stay his marvailing to see passion-driven men, reading but to curtail a tedious hour, and altogether hidebound with affection to great men's fancies, take upon them as killing censures as if they were judgment's butchers, or as if the life of truth lay tottering in their verdicts.
Now what a supererogation in wit this is, to think Skill so mightily pierced with their loves, that she should prostitutely shew them her secrets, when she will scarcely be looked upon by others but with invocation, fasting, watching; yea, not without having drops of their souls like an heavenly familiar. Why then should our Intonsi Catones with their profit-ravished gravity esteem her true favours such questionless vanities, as with what part soever thereof they seem to be something delighted, they queamishly commend it for a pretty toy. Good Lord how serious and eternal are their idolatrous platts for riches! No marvel sure they here do so much good with them. And heaven no doubt will grovel on the earth (as they do) to imbrace them. But I stay this spleen when I remember, my good Matthew, how joyfully oftentimes you reported unto me, that most ingenious Darby, deep-searching Northumberland, and skillembracing heir of Hunsdon had most profitably entertained learning in themselves, to the vital warmth of freezing science, and to the admirable lustre of their true nobility, whose high-deserving virtues may cause me hereafter strike that fire out of darkness, which the brightest Day shall envy for beauty. I should write more but my hasting out of town taketh me from the paper, so preferring thy allowance in this poor and strange trifle, to the passport of a whole City of others, I rest as resolute as Seneca, satisfying myself if but a few, if one, or if none like it. By the true admirer of thy virtues and perfectly vowed friend,
GREAT goddess, to whose throne in? Cyn- Distinguish'd intercession to thy throne, thian fires,
That long before, all matchless ruled This earthly altar endless fumes expires ; alone? Therefore, in fumes of sighs and fires of Why lett'st thou Order, orderless disperse grief,
The fighting parents of this universe ? To fearful chances thou send'st bold relief, When earth, the air, and sea, in fire reHappy, thrice happy type, anda nurse of
main'd ; death,
When fire, the sea, and earth, the air conWho, breathless, feeds on nothing but our tain'd; breath,
When air, the earth, and fire, the sea enIn whom must virtue and her issue live,
closed ; Or die for ever;—now let humour give When, sea, fire, air, in, earth were indisSeas to mine eyes, that I may quickly weep posed ; The shipwrack of the world : or let soft Nothing, as now, remain'd so out of kind, sleep
All things in gross, were finer than refined, (Binding my senses) loose my working Substance was sound within, and had no soul,
being ; That in her highest pitch she may control Now forın gives being, all our essence seemThe court of skill, compact of mystery
ing, Wanting but franchisements and memory Chaos had soul without a body then. To reach all secrets : then in blissful trance, Now bodies live without the souls of men, Raise her, dear night, to that perseverance, Lumps being digested ; monsters in our That in my torture, she all Earth's may pride.
sing, And force to tremble in her trumpeting And as a wealthy fount that hills did Heaven's crystal' temples ; in her powers hide, implant
Let forth by labour of industrious hands, Skill of my griefs, and she can nothing Pours out her treasure through the fruitful want.
Seemly divided to a hundred streams, Then like fierce bolts, well ramm'd with Whose beauties shed such profitable beams, heat and cold
And make such Orphean music in their In Jove's artillery,* my words unfold,
courses, To break the labyrinth of every ear, That cities follow their enchanting forces ; And make each frighted soul come forth Who running far, at length each pours her and hear.
heart Let them break hearts, as well as yielding Into the bosom of the gulfy desart, airs,
As much confounded there and indigest, That all men's bosoms (pierced with no As in the chaos of the hills comprest : affairs
So all things now (extract out of the prime) But gain of riches) may be lanced wide, Are turn'd to chaos, and confound the time. And with the threats of virtue terrified.
A step-dame Night of mind about us Sorrow's dear sovereign, and the queen clings, of rest,
Who broods beneath her hell-obscuring That when unlightsome, vast, and indigest, wings, The formless matter of this world did lie, Worlds of confusion, where the soul deFill'd'st every place with thy divinity,
famed, Why did thy absolute and endless sway The body had been better never framed, License heaven's torch, the sceptre of the Beneath thy soft and peaceful covert then day,
(Most sacred mother both of gods and
men), * See Bussy D'Ambois, (page 166) and Cæsar Treasures unknown, and more unprized and Pompey, act ii.