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WHERE is that learned wretch that knows
Whether the sparrow's plumes, or dove's,
Quicken, or dull the head:
Fond that I am to aske! who ere
The flights of angels part
Say, louder fall than they.
A sudden fire of blushes shed
A subt'le taking smile
Of motion, limbs, and face ;
But as the feathers in the wing,
So lights of flowing graces
Till we that make them darts ;
Beautie's our grief, but in the ore,
Those graces all were meant
We turn those lights to fires.
TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST VERTUOUS
MRS. URSULA SADLEIR.
WHO DYED OF A TEVER.
Thou whitest soul, thou thine own day,
Fly to thy native seat,
Surrounded with this heat,
Thy chariot only to conveigh thee ;
But with this empty feign'd relief
And we as well may say
That martyr dy'd that day,
And into paler ashes turn;
But we beguile our sorrows so
Wee'l weigh, and count, and rate
Our loss, then grieve the fate.
Then mete and deal our sadness forth:
What morns did from her smiling rise ?
What air? what truth? what art?
What musick in each part?
How all by manage doubled still ?
The rose when't only pleas'd the sence,
That rose, as yet curse-free,
Was not more mild than she,
Fresh as the flowers that bestrew her,
VPON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT VALIANT
SIR BEVILL GRENVILL, KNIGHT. Not to be wrought by malice, gain, or pride, To a compliance with the thriving side ; Not to take arms for love of change, or spight, But only to maintain afflicted right; Not to dye vainly in pursuit of fame, Perversly seeking after voice and name; Is to resolve, fight, dye, as martyrs do, And thus did he, souldier and martyr too.
He might (like some reserved men of state, Who look not to the cause, but to its fate) Have stood aloof, engag'd on neither side, Prepard at last to strike in with the tide : But well-weigh'd reason told him, that when law Either 's renounc'd, or misapply'd by th' awe Of false-nam'd patriots, that when the right Of king and subject is suppress’d by might; When all religion either is refus'd As mere pretence, or meerly as that us’d; When thus the fury of ambition swells, Who is not active, modestly rebels. Whence, in a just esteem to church and crown, He offered all, and nothing thought his own: This thrust him into action, whole and free, Knowing no interest but loyalty; Not loving arms as arms, or strife for strife ; Nor wastfull, nor yet sparing of his life ; A great exactor of himself, and then, By fair commands, no less of other men ;
Courage and judgement had their equal part, Counsell was added to a generous heart; Affairs were justly tim'd, nor did he catch At an affected fame of quick dispatch ; Things were prepar'd, debated, and then done, Not rashly broke, or vainly overspun ; False periods no where by design were made, As are by those that make the war their trade; The building still was suited to the ground, Whence ev'ry action issu'd full and round. We know who blind their men with specious lyes, With revelations and with prophesies, Who promise two things to obtain a third, And are themselves by the like motives stirr'd. By no such engins he his shoulders draws, He knew no arts but courage, and the cause : With these he brought them on as well train’d men, And with those two he brought them off agen.
I should I know track him through all the course Of his great actions, show their worth and force ; But although all are handsome, yet we cast A more intentive eye still on the last.
When now th' incensed legions proudly came Down like a torrent without bank or dam: When undeserv'd success urg'd on their force ; That thunder must come down to stop their course, Or Grenvill must step in; then Grenvill stood, And with himself oppos'd, and check'd the floud. Conquest or death was all his thought. So fire Either o'rcomes, or doth itself expire : His courage work't like flames, cast heat about, Here, there, on this, on that side, none gave out; Not any pike in that renowned stand, But took new force from his inspiring hand :