To whom, sleeping before the Altar, Diana answers in a Vision the same Night. BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might FROM DANTE. AM Constantine! of how much ill was cause, FROM DANTE. FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty, 'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy born? FROM ARIOSTO. THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain green, FROM HORACE. WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace, FROM HORACE. JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words, FROM SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, SONNETS. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly' Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill Portend success in love; O, if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou, from year to year, hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why : Whether the Muse, or Love, call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. CAPTAIN, or Colonel, or Knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms That call Fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower: The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tower Went to the ground; and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save th' Atherian walls from ruin bare. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee but pity' and ruth. Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the Bridegroom, with his feastful friends Passes to bliss, at the mid hour of night, Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY. DAUGHTER to that good Earl, once President Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON THE WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES. A BOOK was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, |