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Set; oh then, how long a night
Love, brave Virtue's younger brother, Erst had made my heart a mother. She consults the conscious spheres, To calculate her young son's years : She asks it' sad or saving powers Gave omen to his infant hours: VOL. III.
She asks each star that then stood by
Ah my heart! is that the way? Are these the beams that rule thy day? Thou know'st a face, in whose cach look Beauty lays ope Love's fortune-book : On whose fair revolutions wait Th’ obsequious motions of Love's fate. Ah, my heart! her eyes and she Have taught thee new astrology! Howe'er Love's native hours were set, Whatever starry synod met, 'Tis in the mercy of her eye, If poor Love shall live or die.
If those sharp rays, putting on
But if her milder influence move,
Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, which died and
were buried together.
To these, whom Death again did wed,
[And though they lie as they were dead,
The lines inclosed in brackets are in no printed edition : they were found in a MS. copy, and are perhaps not Crashaw's.
Was brother to the treasurer Godolphin, “ a young gentle.
“man of incomparable parts," says lord Clarendon, who has given him a very high character, drawn with great minuteness, in the Account of his own Life, and in the History of the Rebellion. He was born in 1610, sent to Exeter College, Oxford, 1629, where he continued seven years, and killed at the attack of Chagford in Devonshire, Jan. 1642-3. His translation of the fourth book of the Æneid, in which he was assisted by Waller, was printed in 1658, 12mo. and may be found in Dryden's Miscellanies
(ed. 1716), Vol. IV. p. 134. The following specimen was copied from a MS, in the pos
session of Mr. Malone, containing several small poenis by Godolphin, Waller, Carew, and others.
Or love me less, or love me more;
And play not with my liberty :
Bind me at least, or set me free!