UPON BISHOP ANDREWS'S PICTURE HIS reverend shadow cast that setting sun, run, Left the dim face of this dull hemisphere, She found the way home; and, with holy strength, And now that grave aspect hath deign'd to shrink "Tis but a dead face art doth here bequeath, Look on the following leaves, and see them breathe. OUT OF MARTIAL. OUR teeth thou had'st, that ranked in goodly state, Kept thy mouth's gate. The first blast of thy cough left two alone; The second none. This last cough, Ælia, cough'd out all thy fear- A SONG. OUT OF THE ITALIAN. O thy lover, Dear, discover That sweet blush of thine, that shameth, When the roses All the Graces In their places, Brother pearls, and sister roses! From these treasures Of ripe pleasures, One bright smile to clear the weather : Earth and heaven, Thus made even, Both will be good friends together. The air does woo thee, Winds cling to thee; Might a word once fly from out thee, Storms and thunder Would sit under, And keep silence round about thee! But if Nature's Common creatures So dear glories dare not borrow; Yet thy beauty Owes a duty To my loving, ling'ring sorrow! When, to end me, Death shall send me All his terrors, to affright me; Thine eyes' graces Gild their faces, And those terrors shall delight me! When my dying Life is flying, Those sweet airs, that often slew me, Shall revive me, Or reprieve me, And to many deaths renew me! OUT OF THE ITALIAN. OVE now no fire hath left him, We two betwixt us have divided it; Your eyes the light hath reft him ; The heart commanding in my heart doth sit: O, that poor love be not for ever spoil'd, heat to your light be reconciled! Let my So shall these flames, whose worth Dress'd in those beams start forth, Or else partake my flames, I care not whether, And so in mutual names, O love, burn both together! OUT OF THE ITALIAN. OULD any one the true cause find To th' Syrens in my mistress' song, So much o'ermast'ring all his might, To that one sense made all else thrall; And so he lost his clothes, eyes, heart, and all! ON THE FRONTISPIECE OF ISAACSON'S CHRONOLOGY EXPLAINED. F with distinctive eye and mind you look Each creature as a letter filling it. History is creation's book; which shows To what effects the series of it goes. And new edition, is the sum of these: The language of these books had all been one |