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AN EPIGRAM TO THE HOUSEHOLD.
What can the cause be, when the king hath given
His poet sack, the household will not pay ? Are they so scanted in their store ? or driven
For want of knowing the poet, to say him nay? Well, they should know him, would the king
but grant His poet leave to sing his household true; He'd frame such ditties of their store and want,
Would make the very Greencloth to look blue: And rather wish in their expense of sack,
So the allowance from the king to use, As the old bard should no canary lack;
'Twere better spare a butt, than spill his muse. For in the genius of a poet's verse, The king's fame lives. Go now, deny his
tierce ! 105
EPIGRAM TO A FRIEND AND SON.
Son, and my friend, I had not called you so
105 This epigram is said to have given offence to the Board of Greencloth ; and it is added that Jonson did not get his tierce of wine, to which he was entitled as part of the perquisites of his office of laureate, till he had written another epigram in a more subdued tone.
His is more safe commodity, or none,
TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY AND FRIENDSHIP
OF THAT NOBLE PAIR, SIR LUCIUS CARY AND
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
106 Sir Lucius Cary, better known to modern readers as the gallant Lord Falkland who fell at the battle of Naseby,
When the prodigious Hannibal did crown
Thou, looking then about,
Ere thou wert half got out,
And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn. How summed a circle didst thou leave mankind Of deepest lore, could we the centre find!
Did wiser Nature draw thee back,
From out the horror of that sack, Where shame, faith, honor, and regard of right, Lay trampled on ? the deeds of death and night,
Urged, hurried forth, and hurled
Upon th' affrighted world; Sword, fire, and famine, with fell fury met,
And all on utmost ruin set; As, could they but life's miseries foresee, No doubt all infants would return like thee. was married to Letice, a sister of Sir Henry Morison. An early attachment appears to have grown up between these young men, who were two of the poet's most cherished ' adopted sons." Sir Henry did not live to witness the marriage of his friend with his sister, and Falkland himself perished in the thirty-fourth year of his age. In some of the editions this poem is entitled “A Pindaric Ode," of which it is a perfect example ; but as Jonson himself did not give it that title, it is not introduced into the text. The reader need scarcely be reminded that the terms “turn," "counter-turn,” and “stand," prefixed to the stanzas, are merely the equivalents of the “strophe," "antistrophe," and "epode." - B.
For what is life, if measured by the space
Not by the act ?
Above his fact?
Troubled both foes and friends,
But ever to no ends.
He entered well, by virtuous parts,
Got up, and thrived with honest arts; He purchased friends, and fame, and honors
then, And had his noble name advanced with men:
But weary of that flight,
He stooped in all men's sight
And sunk in that dead sea of life
Alas! but Morison fell young:
He stood a soldier to the last right end.
But most, à virtuous son.
All offices were done
In weight, in measure, number, sound,
Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,
And make them years ;
To swell thine age;
To show thou hast been long, Not lived: for life doth her great actions spell,
By what was done and wrought
In season, and so brought To light: her measures are, how well Each syllable answered, and was formed, how
These make the lines of life, and that's her air!
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear;
A lily of a day