But felt through all this fleshly dress O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! H. VAUGHAN. 76 TO MR. LAWRENCE Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, From the hard season gaining? Time will run What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, 6 11 Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise. J. MILTON. 77 TO CYRIACK SKINNER Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench 4 To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench 9 To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. J. MILTON. 78 HYMN TO DIANA Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep : Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close : 5 10 Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver ; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever : 15 B. JONSON. 79 WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS Whoe'er she be, That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me ; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: -Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, 5 10 And be ye call'd, my absent kisses. 15 I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie : Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan. A face that's best By its own beauty drest, And can alone commend the rest : 20 A face made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. Sidneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers 25 Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow: Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, 31 35 40 44 And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend.' I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish- -no more. -Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see: I seek no further, it is She. "Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear My wishes' cloudy character. Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. 50 55 60 Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions :-but her story. R. CRASHAW. 80 THE GREAT ADVENTURER Over the mountains And over the waves, And under the graves; Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie ; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dares not venture Lest herself fast she lay ; If love come, he will enter And soon find out his way. You may esteem him A child for his might; Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; 20 But if she whom love doth honour Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Some think to lose him By having him confined; And some do suppose him, Poor thing, to be blind; 25 |