In all her malice thought not to translate; You spend not one poore sigh for her last breath, That we may say she liv'd before her death. Yet hath she comforts, which proceed from thence Where grief hath lost the tyrannie of sense, When on those reliques she doth cast an eye, Whom Death hath lodg'd where her foundations lye. Their dust-when all is gone-remains within, But I forbeare: perhaps you have new arts Who threds his teares into such learnèd beads And till my eyes can weep what I can think, Spare my fond teares, and here accept my ink. (pp 82-3.) V. AN ENCOMIUM ON THE THREE BOOKS OF CORNELIUS AGRIPPA, KNIGHT. BY EUGENIUS PHILALETHES.1 REAT, glorious pen-man! whom I should not name, Lest I might seem to measure thee by Nature's apostle, and her choice high-priest, The spirits of thy lines infuse a fire Like the world's soul, which make me thus aspire. I am unbody'd by thy books, and thee, Or if I please but to descend a strain, 1 From Three books of Occult Philosophy, written by Henry Cornelius Agrippa, &c., 1651. G. Now I am carth, and now a star, and then A spirit now a star, and earth agen; Or if I will but ramasle' all that be, In the least moment I ingross all three. I span the heaven and Earth, and things above, star; But I have found those mysteries, for which Thy book was more then thrice-pil'd o're with pitch. Now a new East beyond the stars I see, Where breaks the day of thy divinitie : Sic, but probably a misprint for some word I can't venture to supply. G. Heav'n states a commerce here with man, had he But gratefull hands to take, and eyes to see. Hence you fond school-men, that high truths. deride, And with no arguments but noyse, and pride; You that damn all but what yourselves invent, And yet find nothing by experiment; Your fate is written by an unseen hand, But his three books with the three worlds shall stand. VI. From "LUMEN DE LUMINE." (1651). 1. DAWN. OW had the Night spent her black stage, and all Her beauteous, twinckling flames grew sick, and pale. Her scene of shades and silence fle1; and Day Drest the young East in roses: where each ray Falling on sables, made the Sun and Night Kisse in a checquer of mixt clouds and light. (p. 1.) "I turn'd aside to see if she [Thalia] was still asleep, but she was gone, and this did not a little trouble me. I expected her returne till the day was quite spent, but she did not appeare. At last fixing my eyes on that place where shee sometimes rested, I discovered certain peeces of gold, which she had left behind her, and hard by a paper folded like a letter. These I took up, and now the night approaching, the evening-star tinn'd in the west, when taking my last survey of her flowrie pillow, I parted from it in this verse. RETTY green bank farewell! and mayst thou weare Sun beams, and rose, and lilies all the yeare: She slept on thee, but needed not to shed Their weaker paint did with true glories trade, |