Of life and motion, and with equal art COWLEY. A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun: The moderate value of our guiltless ore Had he our pits, the Perfian would admire Or both? 'tis here: and what can funs give more? Nay, what's the fun but, in a different name, A coal-pit rampant, or a mine on flame! Then let this truth reciprocally run, The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun. Death, a Voyage: No family E'er rigg'd a foul for heaven's discovery, With whom more venturers might boldly dare Venture their stakes, with him in joy to share. DONNE. THEIR thoughts and expreffions were fometimes groffly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the underftanding. A Lover neither dead nor alive: Then down I laid my head Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed foul to a strange fomewhere fled; When back to its cage again I faw it fly; And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return. Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death fhould a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou fhould't come to live it o'er again. in me?. A Lover's heart, a hand grenado. Wo to her ftubborn heart, if once mine come Into the self fame room, "Twill "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado shot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts: Shall out of both one new one make; From her's th'allay; from mine, the metal take. COWLEY. The poetical Propagation of Light: The prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall; Then from those wombs of stars, the Bride's bright eyes, At every glance a conftellation flies And fowes the court with stars, and doth prevent Then from their beams their jewels luftres rife; THEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs, and therefore miss the notice and the praife which are often gained by thofe, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That That a Mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed: Thou in my fancy doft much higher ftand, To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee. That prayer and labour should co-operate, are thus taught by Donne: In none but us are fuch mixt engines found, By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuf trated, That which I should have begun In my youth's morning, now late must be done; Which stray or fleep all day, and having loft ride post. VOL. I. E All 1 All that man has to do is to live and die; the fum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines: Think in how poor a prison thou didst lie; Think, when 'twas grown to moft, 'twas a poor inn, A province pack'd up in two yards of skin, And freely flies: this to thy foul allow, [now. THEY were fometimes indelicate and dif gufting. Cowley thus apoftrophifes beauty: Thou tyrant, which leav'ft no man free! Thou fubtle thief, from whom nought safe can be! Thou murtherer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which would'ft damn me! Thus |