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countrymen had not the same high My cabinet should yet these scroles conopinion of him. His final advance in the taine, peerage by the title of Earl of Stirling and This childish birth of a conceitie braine, Viscount Canada, took place in 1633, and

Which I had still as trifling toyes despis'd : to these were added, in 1639, the title of Pardon those errours of mine unripe age; Earl of Dovan. In 1637, under the title My tender Muse by time may grow more

sage. of Recreations with the Muses, he published a collected edition of his works, in

SONNET. which " Jonathan first appeared, and from which “Aurora” was excluded. As yet three lusters' were not quite expir'd The death of his eldest son, in 1638, Since I had bene a partner of the light, while he was still in mourning for the When I beheld a face, a face more bright second, seems to have concurred with Then glistring Phæbus when the fields are

fir'd : other causes to shorten his life, for he Long time amaz'd rare beautie Iadmir'd, died in London in 1640, at the age of The beames reflecting on my captiv'd sixty, with his affairs in a state of insol- sight, vency

In 1739—a hundred years after Till that surpriz'd (I wot not by what his death -- his fourth successor died flight) without issue, and the title has since More then I could conceive my soule lain dormant, though two unsuccessful desir'd, attempts have been made to revive it. My taker's state I long'd for to comprise.

For still I doubted who had made the His poetical works have been reprinted in 3 volumes 8vo, at Glasgow, If 't was a bodie or an airie shape,

rape, 1870-2. The specimens given are

With fain'd perfections for to mocke the unaltered, except as regards the u's

eyes : and v's.

At last I knew 't was a most divine

The crowne of th' Earth, th' excellencie of


his art,

Whil'st charming fancies move me to

SONNET. reveale

That subtill Greeke who for t' advance The idle ravings of my brain-sicke youth, My heart doth pant within, to heare my Shap'd Beautie's goddesse with so sweet a mouth

grace, Unfold the follies which it would conceale: Yet bitter critickes may mistake my mind; Till all the world admir'd the workman's

And with a learned pensill limn'd her face, Not beautie, no, but vertue rais'd my fires,

part; Whose sacred flame did cherish chast

Oi such whom Fame did most desires, And through my cloudie fortune clearely The naked snowes he severally perceived,

accomplish'd call shin'd. But had not others otherwise advis'd, *Periods of five years—the age of fifteen.

aire ;

Then drew th' idæa which his soule con- And if that Phoebus so benigne will be, ceived,

That happie happie place, Of that which was most exquisite in all : Whereas that divine face But had thy forme his fancie first possest,

Did distribute such grace, If wordly knowledge could so high attaine, By pilgrims once as sacred shall be sought. Thou mightst have spar'd the curious

When she whom I a long time have painter's paine,

affected, And satisfide him more then all the rest.

Amongst the flowres went forth to take the O if he had all thy perfections noted, The painter with his picture straight had | They being proud of such a guest's repaire, doted.

Though by her garments divers times

dejected, SONNET.

To gaize on her againe themselves erected;

Then softly seem'd to say : I sweare, Aurora, by thy starrie eyes, O happie we this day ; And by those golden lockes whose locke Our worthlesse dew it may, none slips,

Washing her feete, with nectar now comAnd by the corall of thy rosie lippes,

pare." And by the naked snowes which beautie | The roses did the rosie hue envy dies,

Of those sweet lips that did the bees I sweare by all the jewels of thy mind,

deceave, Whose like yet never worldly treasure That colour oft the lilies wish'd to have, bought,

Which did the alabaster pillar dye, Thy solide judgement and thy generous On which all beautie's glorie did rely ; thought,

Her breath so sweetly smell'd, Which in this darkened age have clearly The violets, as excell'd, shin'd:

To looho uowne were compellid; I sweare by those, and by my spotlesse And so confest what foile they did receave. love,

I heard at lest, love made it so appeare, And by my secret, yet most fervent fires, The fethered flockes her praises did proThat I have never nurc'd but chast desires, claime : And such as modestie might well approve. She whom the tyrant Tereus put to shame, Then since I love those vertuous parts in Did leave sad plaints, and learn'd to praise thee,

my deare: Shouldst thou not love this vertuous mind To joyne with her sweet breath the winds in me?

drew neare ;
They were in love no doubt,

For circling her about,

Their fancies bursted out,

Whilst all their sounds seem'd but to O memorable day, that chanc'd to see

sound her name. A world of loving wonders strangely wrought.

There I mine eyes with pleasant sights Deepe in my brest, engrav'd by many a

did cloy, thought,

Whose severall parts in vaine I strive i Thou shalt be celebrated still by me :

unfold ;


love me,

My faire was fairer many a thousand fold Who would leave off to thinke, Then Venus, when she woo'd the bashfull | To move, to breathe, or winke, boy :

But never irke to drinke
This I remember both with griefe and joy, | The sugred liquor that transports my
Each of her lookes a dart,

Might well have kill'd a hart;
Mine from my breast did part,
And thence retir'd it to a sweeter hold.

Whilst in her bosome whiles she plac'd a My fairest faire, advise thee with thy

heart, flowre,

And tell in time if that thou think'st to Straight of the same I envy would the case, And wish'd my hand a flowret' have found like grace;

Lest that I perish whil'st thou think'st to Then when on her it rain'd some hapning

prove me,

And so thou want the meanes to act thy howre, I wish'd like love t' have falne down in a

part :

For I account my selfe so done accurst, showre : But when the flowres she spred,

That from despaire's refuge I scarce

refraine. To make her selfe a bed,

The daintest colours do the soonest staine, And with her gowne them cled,

And the most noble minds do soonest A thousand times I wish'd t' have had

burst. their place.

Why shouldst thou thus thy rarest

treasure venter ? Thus whilst that senselesse things that blisse attain'd,

Lo, all the waightie thoughts, the

burd'nous cares, Which unto me good justice would ad

And every horror that the health impaires, judge, Behind a little bush (O poore refuge),

Draw to the heart, as to the bodie's center:

And it ore-ballanc'd with so great a waight,
Fed with her face, I lizard-like remain'd :
Then from her eyes so sweet a poison Doth boast to yeeld unto the burthen

That gladly drinking death,
I was not mov'd to wrath,
Though like t' have lost my breath,

Drowne'd with the streames of that most

Even as the dying swan almost bereft of sweet deluge.


Sounds dolefull notes and drearie songs, And might that happinesse coutinue still,

a presage of her death : Which did content me with so pleasant So since my date of life almost expirà ! sights,

find, My soule then ravish'd with most rare My obsequies I sadly sing, as sorrow delights,

tunes my mind, With ambrosie and nectar I might fill : And as the rarest bird a pile of wood doth Which ah, I feare, I surfeiting would kill. frame,

Which, being fir'd by Phæbus' rayes, As birds flie but in th' aire, fishes in seas she fals into the flame :

do dive, So by two sunnie eyes I give my fancies So sorrow is as th' element by which I fire,

onely live : And burne my selfe with beauties raies, | Yet this may be admir'd as more then even by mine owne desire.

strange in me, Thus th' angry gods at length begin for to Although in all my horoscope not one relent,

cleare point I see. And once to end my deathfull life, for Against my knowledge, yet I many a time pitie are content.

rebell, For if th' infernall powers, the damned And seeke to gather grounds of hope, a souls would pine,

Heav'n amidst a Hell. Then let them send them to the light, to O poyson of the mind, that doest the wits leade a life like mine.

bereave : O if I could recount the crosses and the And shrouded with a cloke of love dost al cares,

the world deceive, That from my cradle to my beire conduct Thou art the rock on which my comforts' me with despairs ;

ship did dash, Then hungrie Tantalus pleased with his It's thou that daily in my wounds thy lot would stand :

hooked heades dost wash. I famish for a sweeter food, which still is Blind tyrant, it is thou by whom my hopes reft my hand,

lye dead : Like Ixion's restlesse wheele my fancies That whiles throwes forth a dart of gold, rowle about ;

and whiles a lump of lead. And like his guest that stole Heav'n's Thus oft thou woundest two, but in two fires, they teare my bowels out.

different states, I worke an endless task and loose my Which through a strange antipathy, th' labour still :

one loves, and th' other hates. Even as the bloudie sisters do, that O but I erre I grant, I should not thee emptie as they fill,

upbraid, As Sisiph's stone returnes his guiltie It's I to passion's tyrrannie that have my ghost t' appall,

selfe betraid : I ever raise my hopes so high, they bruise And yet this cannot be, my judgements me with their fall.

aymes amisse: And if I could in summe my severall Ah, deare, Aurora, it is thou that ruin'd griefes relate,

hast my blisse : All would forget their proper harms, and A fault that by thy sexe may partly be only waile my state.

excus'd, So grievous is my paine, so painfull is my Which stil doth loath what profer'd is, griefe,

affects what is refus'd. That death, which does the world affright, Whilst my distracted thoughts I striv'd for wold yield to me releefe.

to controule, I have mishaps so long, as in a habit And with fain'd gestures did disguise the had,

anguish of my soule, I thinke I looke not like my selfe, but Then with inviting lookes and accents when that I am sad.

stampt with love,

The mask that was upon my mind thou Then why shouldst thou such spite for my labordst to remove.

goodwill returne? And when that once ensnar'd thou in those Was ever god as yet so mad to make his nets me spide,

temple burne? Thy smiles were shadow'd with disdaines, My breast the temple was, whence thy beauties cloth'd with pride.

incense thou receiv'd, To reattaine thy grace I wot not how to And yet thou set'st the same a fire, which go:

others would have sav'd. Shall I once fold before thy feete, to But why should I accuse Aurora in this pleade for favour so?

wise? No, no, I'le proudly go my wrath for to She is as faultlesse as she's faire, as asswage,

innocent as wise. And liberally at last enlarge the raines It's but through my mis-lucke, if any fault unto my rage.

there be ; l'le tell what we were once, our chast For she who was of nature mild, was cruell (yet fervent) loves,

made by me. Whilst in effect thou seem'd t' affect that And since my fortune is, in wo to be bewhich you didst disprove.

wrapt, Whilst once t'engrave thy name upon a I'le honour her as oft before, and hate rock I sat,

mine owne mishap. Thou vow'd to write mine in a mind, Her rigorous course shall serve my loyall more firme by far then that ;

part to prove, The marble stone once stampt retaines And as a touch-stone for to trie the vertue that name of thine :

of my love. But ah, thy more then marble mind, it Which when her beautie fades, shall be as did not so with mine ;

cleare as now, So that which thral'd me first, shall set My constancie it shall be known, when me free againe ;

wrinkled is her brow : Those flames to which thy love gave life, so that such two againe, shall in no age shall die with thy disdaine.

be found, But ah, where am I now, how is my She for her face, I for my faith, both judgement lost !

worthy to be crown'd. I speak as it were in my power, like one

that's free to bost : Havel not sold my selfe to be thy beautie's


HENRY And when thou tak'st all hope from me, thou tak'st but what thou gave.

[Extract.] That former love of thine, did so possesse niy mind,

Ah, be not those most miserable soules, That for to harbor other thoughts, no Their judgements to refine who never roome remains behind,

strive! And th' only means by which I mind t' Nor will not looke upon the learned avenge this wrong,

scroules, It is, by making of thy praise the burden Which without practice doe experience of my song



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