And where thefe are temperate known, COWLEY. A lover, burnt up by his affection, is com pared to Egypt: The fate of Egypt I fuftain, And never feel the dew of rain, COWLEY. The lover fuppofes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of faorifice ; And yet this death of mine, I fear, When found in every other part, Her facrifice is found without an heart. That the chaos was harmonised, has been recited of old; but whence the different founds arofe, remained for a modern to dif Cover: Th' ungovern'd parts no correfpondence knew, Till Till they to number and fixt rules were brought. Water and air he for the Tenor chofe, Earth made the Base, the Treble flame arose. COWLEY. The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not easily understood, they may be read again. On a round ball A workman, that hath copies by, can lay And quickly make that, which was nothing, all. Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impreffion grow, This world, by waters fent from thee my heaven On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out-Confufion worse confounded. Here lies a fhe fun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and fo Donne. Who Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope? Though God be our true glass, through which we fee All, fince the being of all things is he, Who would imagine it poffible that in a very few lines fo many remote ideas could be brought together: Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve, Why doth my She Advowson fly Incumbency? To fell thyfelf doft thou intend And hold the contraft thus in doubt, Think but how foon the market fails, The fober Julian were th' account of man, CLEIVELAND. OF OF enormous and difgufting hyberboles, thefe may be examples: By every wind, that comes this way, Send me at least a figh or two, As fhall themselves make winds to get to you. In tears I'll wafte thefe eyes, By Love fo vainly fed; COWLEY, So luft of old the Deluge punished, COWLEY, All arm'd in brafs, the richest drefs of war, (A difmal glorious fight) he fhone afar, The fun himself started with fudden fright, To fee his beams return fo difmal bright. An univerfal confternation: COWLEY, His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws Beafts creep into their dens, and tremble there; fear; Silence and horrour fill the place around: Echo itself dares fcarce repeat the found. COWLEY. 'HEIR fictions were often violent and THEI unnatural. Of his Mistress bathing: The fish around her crouded, as they do For ne'er did light fo clear Though every night the fun himself fet there. COWLEY. The poetical effect of a Lover's name upon glafs : My name engrav'd herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass; DONNE. THEIR conceits were fometimes flight and trifling. On an inconftant woman: He enjoys thy calmy funfhine now, |