Which is more swift, th' intelligence or he. I will not seek, rare bird, what spirit 'tis Our soul's bold heights in a material dress. TO Mr. M. L. UPON HIS REDUCTION OF THE PSALMS INTO METHOD.1 SIR, OU have oblig'd the patriarch and 'tis known He is your debtor now, though for his own. What he wrote is a medley: we can see 1 Probably MATTHEW LOCKE, a name of note in his day. It occurs in several places in old Pepys Diary. With regard to the particular work on which Vaughan sent this poem to Locke, it is certain he himself published none to which it can apply: but ROGER NORTH in his Memoirs of Musick (4to 1816 p 96) speaking of Locke says, "In musick he had a robust vein, and many of his compositions went about; he set most of the psalms to musick in parts, for the use of some vertuoso ladyes in the city &c. Probably Vaughan had seen these psalms in Confusion trespass on his piety. Misfortunes did not only strike at him, They charged further, and oppress'd his pen : By no safe rule, but by his punishment. His quill mov'd by the rod; his wits and he Did know no method, but their misery. You brought his Psalms now into tune. Nay all His measures thus are more than musical, Your Method and his aires are justly sweet, And-what's Church-musick right-like anthems meet. You did so much in this, that I believe He gave the matter, you the form did give. Manuscript. An original autograph copy is in the Library of Dr. E. F. Rimbault, to whom I am indebted for these details. It is written on 49 folio pages in a particularly neat hand, each psalm being signed at the end, M. L. Dr. Rimbault suggests that Locke assisted "honest John Playford" in the preparation of his "Whole Book of Psalms, &c., (1677) and that it is to this work, Vaughan refers. Scarcely I think or some recognition of PLAYFORD would have been inevitable. Matthew Locke died in 1677, so that he must only have read the present poem privately. G. Why then you'l say, all I would have, is this: None must be good, because the time's amiss. For since wise Nature did ordain the night, I would not have the sun to give us light. Whereas this doth not take the use away, But urgeth the necessity of day. Proceed to make your pious work as free, Stop not your seasonable charity. Good works despis'd or censur'd by bad times, Should be sent out to aggravate their crimes. They should first share and then reject our store, Abuse our good, to make their guilt the more. 'Tis warr strikes at our sins, but it must be A persecution wounds our pietie. TO THE PIOUS MEMORIE OF C. W. ESQUIRE, WHO FINISHED HIS COURSE HERE, AND MADE HIS ENTRANCE INTO IMMORTALITY UPON THE 13th OF SEPTEMBER, IN THE YEAR OF REDEMPTION, 1653.1 OW that the publick sorrow doth subside, While all the rich and out-side-mourners pass A Search among the Wills of the Period, by Colonel Chester, as well as of the Parish-Registers, has failed to discover who Charles W. was. A 'C. W.' contributed a short poem to the many prefixed to Cartwright's Comedies, &c. (1651). There also are two Wareings, one Robert and one William: there is also a Richard Watkins. G. An humble love unto the light doth bear, Lead by ascending incense to the skies: 'Tis no malicious rudeness, if the might Of love makes dark things wait upon the bright, And counter to all storms and changes still And in such mists, that none could see his way: Yet thee I found still virtuous, and saw The sun give clouds and Charles give both the law : When private interest did all hearts bend, crimes. So the bright sun eclipses bears; and we Because then passive, blame him not, should he |