10 Nor while they leave him shall they lose the sun, But in thy fairest eyes find two for one. ON HOPE. BY WAY OF QUESTION AND ANSWER, BETWEEN A. COWLEY AND R. CRASHAW. COWLEY. HOPE, whose weak being ruin'd is Of blessing thee. If things then from their ends we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all. CRASHAW. Dear Hope! Earth's dow'ry, and Heaven's debt, The entity of things that are not yet. Subtlest, but surest being! thou by whom Our nothing hath a definition. Fair cloud of fire, both shade and light, Our life in death, our day in night. Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee. From thee their thin dilemma with blunt horn 10 Shrinks, like the sick moon at the wholesome morn. 20 COWLEY. Hope, thou bold taster of delight, Who, 'stead of doing so, devour'st it quite. The joys which we entire should wed, For joy, like wine, kept close, doth better taste- CRASHAW. Thou art Love's legacy under lock Of faith, the steward of our growing stock. Nor will the virgin-joys we wed Come less unbroken to our bed, Because that from the bridal cheek of bliss, Hope's chaste kiss wrongs no more joy's maidenhead, Than spousal rites prejudge the marriage-bed. COWLEY. Hope, Fortune's cheating lottery, Where for one prize an hundred blanks there be. 40 When thy false beams o'er reason's light prevail, CRASHAW. Fair hope! our earlier Heaven, by thee Young Time is taster to Eternity. The gen'rous wine with age grows strong, not sour; Nor need we kill thy fruit to smell thy flower, Thy golden head never hangs down, Till in the lap of love's full noon It falls and dies: oh no, it melts away As lumps of sugar lose themselves, and twine COWLEY. Brother of fear! more gaily clad, The merrier fool o' th' two, yet quite as mad; With the strange witchcraft of Anon: By thee the one doth changing Nature through And th' other chases woman, while she goes 49 60 More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows. 70 CRASHAW. Fortune, alas! above the world's law wars: Hope kicks the curl'd heads of conspiring stars. And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee 77 But what and where we would: thus art thou CRASHAW. Faith's sister! nurse of fair Desire! 90 THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES. MUSIC'S DUEL. Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams. Close in the covert of the leaves there stood Of closer strains, and, ere the war begin, Charged with a flying touch; and straightway she |