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Knowledge he only sought, and so soon caught, As if for him knowledge had rather sought; Nor did more learning ever crowded lie
In such a short mortality. Whene'er the skilful youth discoursed or writ,
Still did the notions throng
About his eloquent tongue ;
His mirth was the pure spirits of various wit,
Retired, and gave to them their due.
Though his own searching mind before
Was so with notions written o'er,
Weeping all debts out ere he slept.
Like the sun's laborious light,
Which still in water sets at night, Unsullied with his journey of the day.
FRIENDS IN PARADISE They are all gone into the world of light !
And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear :-It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest,
After the sun's remove.
I see them walking in an air of glory,
Whose light doth trample on my days : My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays
O holy Hope ! and high Humility,
High as the heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have shew'd them
To kindle my cold love.
Dear, beauteous Death ! the jewel of the just
Shining no where, but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark !
He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may
At first sight, if the bird be flown ;
That is to him unknown.
And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul, when man doth sleep;
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast ?
Your date is not so past,
And go at last.
What, were ye born to be
An hour or half's delight,
And so to bid good-night?
And lose you quite.
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon :
Will go with you along.
We have as short a Spring ;
THE GIRL DESCRIBES HER FAWN
With sweetest milk and sugar first
It is a wondrous thing how fleet
I have a garden of my own,
Upon the roses it would feed,
THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palni, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-vergéd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid ; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of Repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men : Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow : Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed ! Fair trees ! Wheres'e'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.