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Verseggiando d'amor, e come t'osi?
Dinne, se la tua fpeme sia mai vana,
E de pensieri lo miglior t'arrivi;
Cosi mi van burlando, altri rivi
Altri lidi t' aspettan, et altre onde
Nelle cui verdi sponde
Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma. 10
L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi
Perche alle spalle tue soverchia soma ?

Canzon dirotti, e tu per me rispondi
Dice mia Donna, e'l suo dir, é il mio cuore
Questa e lingua di cui si vanta Amore. 15

IV.
Diodati, e te'l dirò con maraviglia,

Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar soléa
E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa

Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s’impiglia. Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia

M'abbaglian sì, ma sotto nova idea
Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea,

Portamenti alti honesti, e nelle ciglia
Quel sereno fulgor d'amabil nero,
Parole adorne di lingua piu d'una,

. 10 E’l cantar che di mezzo l'hemispero Traviar ben puo la faticosa Luna,

E degli occhi suoi auventa si gran fuoco
Che l'incerar gli orecchi mi fia poco.

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Per certo i bei vostr'occhi, Donna mia

Eser non puo che non sian lo mio sole
Si mi percuoton forte, come ei suole

Per l'arene di Libia chi s’invia,
Mentre un caldo vapor (ne sentì pria)

Da quel lato si spinge ove mi duole,
Che forse amanti nelle lor parole

Chiaman sospir; io non so che si sia:
Parte rinchiusa, e turbida si cela
Scosso mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco 10

Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s’ingiela; . Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco

Tutte le notti a me suol far piovose
Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rose.

VI.
Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante

Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna a voi del mio cuor l'humil dono

Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante
L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante,

De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono;
Quando rugge il gran mondo, escocca il tuono,

S'arma di se, e d'intero diamante,
Tanto del forse, e d'invidia sicuro,
* Di timori, e speranze al popol use

Quanto d'ingegno, e d' alto valor vago, . E di cetra sonora, e delle muse :

Sol

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Sol troverete in tol parte men duro Ove Amor mise l'insanabil ago.

VII.

On his being arrivd to the age of 23. How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full carreer,

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 5

That I to manhood am arriv'd so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,

That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or flow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even 10

To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Hea

All is, if I have grace to use it so, (ven;
As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.

VIII.
When the assault was intended to the City.
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenseless doors may seise,
If deed of honor did thee ever please,

Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms 5

That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,

What

Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses bow'r:

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare '10

The house of Pindarus, when temple' and tow'r Went to the ground: And the repeated air

Of sad Electra's poet had the pow'r
To save th’ Athenian walls from ruin bare.
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IX.

To a virtuous young Lady. Lady that in the prime of earliest youth

Wifely haft shunn'd the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen,

That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth 5

Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at their 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, 10 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,
Haft gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

X.

To the Lady Margaret Ley. Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury,

Who

Who liv’d in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,

And left them both, more in himself content Till sad the breaking of that Parlament 5

Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Chæronea, fatal to liberty, Kill’d with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days

Wherein your father florish’d, yet by you, 10

Madam, methinks I see him living yet?
So well your words his noble virtues praise,

That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, honor'd Margaret.

XI. On the detraction which follow'd upon my writing certain

treatises. A book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,

And woven close, both matter, form and stile; The subject new : it walk'd the town a while,

Numbering good intellects; now seldom por'don. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on 5

A title page is this! and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile-

End Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?

9 Those rugged names to ourlike mouths grow sleek,

That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,

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