E'l cantar che di mezzo l'hemispero E degli occhi suoi auventa si gran fuoco V. ER certo i bei vostr' occhi, Donna mia Scosso mi il petto, e poi n'uscendo poco ΤΟ VI. IOVANE piano, e simplicette amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono, De pensieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono; Quando rugge il gran mondo, e scocca il tuono, Tanto del forse, e d' invidia sicuro, Di timori, e speranze al popol use 10 VII. ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE. OW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my And inward ripeness doth much less appear, 10 It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, 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. VIII. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY. APTAIN or Colonel, or Knight in arms, If deed of honour did thee ever please, To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare. 10 IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. ADY, that in the prime of earliest youth green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, 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. X. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY. AUGHTER to that good Earl, once President Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee, Kill'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days your Madam, methinks I see him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, 10 XI. ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED UPON MY WRITING CERTAIN TREATISES. BOOK was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon, And woven close, both matter, form, and style; The subject new: it walk'd the town a while, Numb'ring good intellects; now seldom por'd on. Cries the stall-reader, Bless us! what a word on A title-page is this! and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, Sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek, Hated not learning worse than toad or asp, ΤΟ When thou taught'st Cambridge, and king Edward Greek. XII. ON THE SAME. DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs: As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs |