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Wake, and put on the wings of Pindar's Muse,
To tower with my intention
High as his mind, that doth advance Her upright head above the reach of chance,
Or the time's envị.
Cynthius, I apply My bolder numbers to thy golden lyre;
O then inspire Thy priest in this strange rapture! heat my brain
With Delphic fire, That I may sing my thoughts in some unvulgar
Rich beam of honor, shed your light
On these dark rhymes, that my affection May shine, through every chink, to every sight
Graced by your reflection! Then shall my verses, like strong charms, Break the knit circle of her stony arms,
head to the Queen, who caused it to be exhibited on London Bridge. An attainder followed, and his vast estates, comprising, it was said, nearly 600,000 acres, were forfeited to the Crown. James, his son and heir, notwithstanding the at. tainder, received many l'avors from the Queen, was educated at her Court, and, having embraced the Protestant religion, was sent by Her Majesty to Ireland, in the hope that nis personal influence would be effectnal in bringing back the allegiance of the people. As soon as he appeared amongst his countrynien they flocked around him with enthusiasm ; but when it was discovered that he attended a Protestant Church at Killmallock, they deserter him. Failing in his mission, he returned to London, and was restored to his honors in 1600. He died in the following year. – B.
That hold your spirit,
And keep your merit Locked in her cold embraces, from the view
Of eyes more true, Who would with judgment search, searching conclude,
As proved in you, True noblesse. Palm grows straight, though
handled ne'er so rude.
Nor think yourself unfortunate,
If subject to the jealous errors Of politic pretext, that wries a state;
Sink not beneath these terrors:
But whisper, O glad innocence, Where only a man's birth is his offence;
Or the disfavor
Of such as savor
O virtue's fall !
Let Brontes, and black Steropes,
Sweat at the forge, their hammers beating; Pyracmon's hour will come to give them ease,
Though but while metal's heating:
And, after all the Ætnean ire,
For fury wasteth,
As patience lasteth.
So fools, we see,
But to yourself, most loyal lord,
Unknown which is the dearest;
If I auspiciously divine, As my hope tells, that our fair Phæbe's shine
Shall light those places,
With lustrous graces, Where darkness with her gloomy sceptred hand,
Doth now command; O then, my best-best loved, let me importune,
That you will stand, , As far from all revolt, as you are now from
88 It is clear from this stanza that the poem was written before 1600, when the attainder was removed, and that it is, therefore, one of Jonson's earliest productions. Whalley, mistaking the meaning of the last stanza, altered Phæbe to Phoebus. But Phæbe, as pointed out by Gifford, is meant for Queen Elizabeth, who took great delight in this kind of poetical flattery. – B.
High-spirited friend, I send nor balms, nor cor'sives to your wound;
Your fate hath found A gentler, and more agile hand, to tend The cure of that which is but corporal; And doubtful days, which were named critical,
Have made their fairest flight,
And now are out of sight; Yet doth some wholesome physic for the mind
Wrapped in this paper lie, Which in the taking if you misapply,
You are unkind.
Your covetous hand,
Must now be reined.
Think but how dear you bought
have caught, Such thoughts will make you more in love with
'Tis wisdom, and that high, For men to use their fortune reverently,
Even in youth.
Helen, did Homer never see
Did Sappho, on her seven-tongued lute,
34 Henry Constable, a poet who, towards the close of the sixteenth century, acquired some celebrity as a writer of sonnets. The work alluded to in the above passage was called Diana, or the excellent conceitful sonnets of II. C. augmented