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UPON THE FOLLOWING POEMS.
WRITE not here, as if thy last in store
hast more ;
Who, were they told of this, would find a way
But here needs no reliefe : Thy richer Verse
1 A fardel' is = a little pack or bundle. So in Shake. speare several times. Query supra trivial notes? G.
But, that they are not licens'd by the king.
something to cause hate. See foot-note in our Phineas Fletcher (ii. 61, 132.) G.
• Thy' but in errata marked to be read 'my'. G. 3 Id est, Thomas Vaughan, as before. G.
HEN Daphne's lover here first wore the
bayes, Eurotas secret streams heard all his
layes, And holy Orpheus, Nature's busie child, By headlong Hebrus his deep hymns compil'd. Soft Petrarch—thaw'd by Laura's flames—did
weep On Tyber's banks, when she-prou'd fair !
cou'd sleep; Mosella boasts Ausonius, and the Thames Doth murmure Sidney's Stella to her streams; While Severn swoln with joy and sorrow, wears Castara's smiles mixt with fair Sabrin's tears."
Misprinted .sworn' but marked in the errata. G. ? The allusion is to Habington, whose lady-love and afterwards wife, was Lucy, daughter of William Herbert, first Lord Powis, by Eleanor, daughter of Henry Percy, first earl of Northumberland. Her poetic name • Castara'. See Essay in present volume for more. G.
Thus Poets-like the nymphs, their pleasing
themesHaunted the bubling springs and gliding streams, And happy banks! whence such fair flowres have
sprung, But happier those where they have sate and sung! Poets-like angels -- where they once appear Hallow the place, and each succeeding year Adds rev'rence to’t, such as at length doth give This aged faith, that there their genii live. Hence th' auncients say, That from this sickly
aire They passe to regions more refin'd and faire, To meadows strow'd with lillies and the rose, And shades whose youthfull green no old age
knowes : Where all in white they walk, discourse, and sing Like bees' soft murmurs, or a chiding spring.
But Isca, whensoe'r those shades I see, And thy lov'd arbours must no more know me, When I am layd to rest hard by thy streams, And my sun sets, where first it sprang in beams, Il'e leave behind me such a large, kind light, As shall redeeme thee from oblivious night, And in these vowes which--living yet-I pay, Shed such a previous' and enduring ray,
As shall from age to age thy fair name lead, 'Till rivers leave to run, and men to read.
First, may all bards born after me
- When I am ashes-sing of thee!
i Newt. G.
? Toad. G.