TO THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS, AND MOST HOPEFUL PRINCE, CHARLES, PRINCE OF WALES*. WELL may my book come forth like public day, When such a light as you are leads the way; Who are my work's creator, and alone The flame of it, and the expansion. And look how all those heav'nly lamps acquire Afterwards King Charles the Second. SELECT POEMS, &c. I. TO HIS MUSE. WHITHER, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? Far safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou may'st sit, and piping please The poor and private cottages: Since cotes, and hamlets best agree With this thy meaner minstrelsy: There, with the reed, thou may'st express And with thy eclogues intermix POEMI.] William Cleland, a poet of no small merit, though not very generally known, who wrote a short time after Herrick, and whose poems were first printed 1658, then again after his death 1697, has a beautiful ode to Fancy, where he speaks and advises in a similar tone: Hollo, my Fancy, whither would'st thou go? Out of thyself? All the world surveying, Nowhere staying, Just like a fairy elf? Hollo, my Fancy, hollo! Stay, stay at home with me; I can no longer follow, For thou hast betray'd me! Scott, in the notes to his Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, vol. 3, page 201, mentions this writer, as a rigid nonconformist at the time of the revolution. He was slain in the field, 1689. Or to a girl that keeps the neat, But for the court, the country wit *Stay then at home; and do not go, By no one tongue there censured. That man's unwise will search for ill, And may prevent it sitting still. II. UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY. DROOP, droop no more, nor hang the head, Ye roses almost withered; Now strength, and newer purple get, Each here-declining violet. O primroses! let this day be A resurrection unto ye; And to all flowers allied in blood, *Thus too Petrarch addresses, and concludes his twentysixth Canzone: O poverella mia, come se rozza ; Credo che tel conoschi; Rimanti in questi boschi. I dreamt the roses one time went IV. TO PERILLA. Aн, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see Me, day by day, to steal away from thee? Age calls me hence; and my grey hairs bid come, And haste away to mine eternal home: 'Twill not be long, Perilla, after this, That I must give thee the supremest kiss : The gods protection, but the night before; Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear; Then shall my ghost not walk about; but keep |