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In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height.
YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5
2 myrtles brown] Hor. Od. i. 25. 17. • Pulla magis atque myrto.' Warton.
dead] Phillisides is dead.' Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. v. 8 (Todd's Spenser, viii. 76), and v. 71.
'Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs, and lawrel faire.'
10 Who] Neget quis carmina Gallo.' Virg. Ecl. x. 3.
12 watery] See Theod. Prodrom. Dos. et Rhod. Am. p. 254, ed. Gaulm.
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,
With lucky words favour my destin'd urn,
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
14 melodious] Cleveland's Obsequy on Mr. King, 'I like not tears in tune.'
17 sweep] Purg. i. 9.
qui Calliopea alquanto surga,' Dante
19 Muse] Gentle Muse-he passes." See Jortin's Tracts, i. p. 341.
23 nurs'd] Compare Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 85.
Through many a hill and dale, &c.'
26 opening] Middleton's Game at Chess.
Like a pearl,
Dropp'd from the opening eyelids of the morn.'
And Crashaw's Translation of Marino, The lids of day.'
Batt'ning] Drayton's Ecl. ix.
"Their battening flocks on grassie leas to hold.' Warton.
Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright, Toward heav'n's descent had slop'd his west'ring Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, [wheel. Temper'd to th' oaten flute,
Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long, And old Damotas lov'd to hear our song.
But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone,
The willows, and the hazel copses green,
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,
Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. [deep
33 Temper'd] On this word see P. Fletcher's Purple Isl.
c. ix. st. 3. Par. Lost, vii. 598. Warton.
37 thou art gone] Browne's Sheph. Pipe (ecl. 4). But he is gone.
50 Where] Spenser's Astrophel, st. 22,
Ah, where were ye the while his shepheard peares, &c.
Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream: Ay me! I fondly dream!
ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself for her inchanting son,
Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair?
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)
55 wisard] on the wisard stream of Deva, consult Warton's
63 swift] Vir. Æn. 1. 321.
Volucremque fuga prævertitur Hebrum.’ Warton. tangles] Benlowes's Theophila, p. 2.
Entangled thoughts in the trammels of their ambush hair.'
Greene's never too late,
Entangle men in their tresses.' p. 58. Shirley's Doubtful Heir. p. 36. G. Peele's Works, ed. Dyce, 1829, i. p. 17. ii. p. 11..
"Quasi hic subesset ingens Cupido gloriæ quæ etiam sapientibus novissima exuitur." Strada Prelu. p. 161. ed. Ox.
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
Set off to th' world, nor in broad rumour lies; 80
Of so much fame in heav'n expect thy meed.
O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my oat proceeds,
And listens to the herald of the sea
74 blaze] So P. Reg. iii. 47.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame.' Warton. 75 blind] Spenser's R. of Rome. st. xxiv. 'If the blind Furie which warres breedeth oft.' Warton.
77 touched] Virg. Ecl. vi. 3.
Vellit, et admonuit.
19 foil] See Shakes. Henry IV. act. i. s. 2. Warton.
85 fountain] Hom. Od. xiii. 408. Kρývn 'Apelouσn. Virg. Ecl. x. 4. En. iii. 694. Warton.
87 higher] 'I'll tune my reed unto a higher key.' Browne's Brit. Past. iv. 41.