By thee the one doth changing nature through Her endless labyrinths pursue, And th' other chases woman, while she goes More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows. CRASHAW. Fortune, alas! above the world's law wars: Hope kicks the curled heads of conspiring stars : Her keel cuts not the waves where our winds stir, And Fate's whole lottery is one blank to her. Her shafts and she fly far above, And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee But what and where we would: thus art thou CRASHAW. Faith's sister! nurse of fair desire! Fear's antidote! a wise, a well-stay'd fire Temper'd 'twixt cold despair and torrid joy: Queen regent in young love's minority! Though the vex'd chymic vainly chases His fugitive gold through all her faces, And love's more fierce, more fruitless fires assay One face more fugitive than they, True Hope's a glorious huntress, and her chase,The God of nature in the field of grace! THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES; OR, OTHER POEMS WRITTEN ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, BY RICHARD CRASHAW. MART. DIC MIHI QUID MELIUS DESIDIOSUS AGAS. THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES. MUSIC'S DUEL. OW westward Sol had spent the richest beams N Of noon's high glory, when, hard by the streams Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat, Close in the covert of the leaves there stood Of closer strains; and ere the war begin He slightly skirmishes on every string, Charged with a flying touch; and straightway she Quick volumes of wild notes, to let him know By that shrill taste she could do something too. He throws his arm, and with a long-drawn dash The torrent of a voice, whose melody Could melt into such sweet variety, Strains higher yet, that tickled with rare art The tattling strings-each breathing in his part Most kindly do fall out; the grumbling base |