He fees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trufts the faithlefs April of thy May. COWLEY. Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire: Nothing yet in thee is feen, But when a genial heat warms thee within, Here fprouts a V, and there a T, AS COWLEY. S they fought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allufions were to things high or low, elegant or grofs; whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little. Phyfick and Chirurgery for a Lover. Gently, ah gently, madam, touch The wound, which you yourself have made; That pain must needs be very much, Which makes me of your hand afraid. Cordials of pity give me now, For I too weak for purgings grow. COWLEY. The The World and a Clock. Mahol, th' inferior world's fantastic face, 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 waggoner. For wants he heat, or light? or would have ftore 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! 4. Then Then let this truth reciprocally run, The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun. Death, a Voyage: No family Ere rigg'd a foul for heaven's discovery, TH Donne. HEIR thoughts and expreffions were fometimes grofsly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding. 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 somewhere fled : When back to its cage again I saw 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 shouldft come to live it o'er again in me? COWLEY. A Lover's A Lover's heart, a hand grenado. Wo to her ftubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room, "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the afhes, 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 In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament: First her eye kindles other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels luftres rife; And from their jewels torches do take fire, And all is warmth, and light, and good defire. DONNE. THEY THE HEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs, and therefore mifs the notice and the praise which are often gained by thofe, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That a mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed : Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand, That prayer and labour fhould co-operate, are thus taught by Donne : In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found, Who prayerless labours, or without this, prays, By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated: -That which I fhould have begun In my youth's morning, now late must be done; |