Who not the least Both love the cause, and authors of the feast? Give me my cup, but from the Thespian well, That I may tell to Sidney, what This day Doth say, And he may think on that Which I do tell; When all the noise Of these forced joys Are fled and gone, And he with his best Genius left alone. This day says, then, the number of glad years Are justly summed that make you man; Your vow Must now Strive all right ways it can, T'outstrip your peers: Since he doth lack Of going back Little, whose will Doth urge him to run wrong, or to stand still. Nor can a little of the common store Of nobles' virtue show in you; Your blood, So good And great, must seek for new, And study more: Not weary, rest For they that swell With dust of ancestors, in graves but dwell. "Twill be exacted of your name, whose son, Whose nephew, whose grandchild you are; And men Will then Say you have followed far, When well begun : Which must be now, They teach you how. And he that stays To live until to-morrow', hath lost two days. So may you live in honor, as in name, This day Be more, and long desired; And with the flame Of love be bright, As with the light Of bonfires! then The birthday shines, when logs not burn, but men. XV. TO HEAVEN. Good and great God! can I not think of Thee, That, laden with my sins, I seek for ease? I know my state, both full of shame and scorn, I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death, UNDERWOODS. CONSISTING OF DIVERS POEMS. "Cineri, gloria sera venit.”. -MARTIAL. TO THE READER. With the same leave the ancients called that kind of body Sylva, or "Tn, in which there were works of divers nature and matter congested; as the multitude call timber-trees promiscuously growing, a Wood, or Forest, so am I bold to entitle these lesser poems, of later growth, by this of Underwood, out of the analogy they hold to the Forest in my former book, and no otherwise. BEN JONSON. |