9 Make us more Learned, only to depart? Himself to Discipline? Who'd not esteem Though not his Own, all Tongues Besides do raise: Then Whom Great Alexander may seem less, Who conquer'd Men, but not their Languages. In his Mouth Nations speak; his Tongue might be Interpreter to Greece, France, Italy. 20 His native Soyl was the four parts o' th' Earth; All Europe was too narrow for his Birth. UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS. Text from the original in Lachrymae Musarum, 1650. The text has never been correctly reprinted in England. 19 speak] English editors give spake This reading makes the passage easier, but it is not likely to be right. A young Apostle; and (with rev'rence may Nature gave him, a Childe, what Men in vain Whose Reg'lar Motions better to our view, Then Archimedes Sphere, the Heavens did shew. 30 Graces and Vertues, Languages and Arts, Beauty and Learning, fill'd up all the parts. Heav'ns Gifts, which do, like falling Stars, appear Scatter'd in Others; all, as in their Sphear, Were fix'd and conglobate in's Soul, and thence Shone th❜row his Body with sweet Influence; Could we but prove thus Astronomical. Liv'd Tycho now, struck with this Ray, (which shone More bright i' th' Morn then others Beam at Noon) He'd take his Astrolabe, and seek out here What new Star 't was did gild our Hemisphere. 24 'it] English editors give it Perhaps 't should be read. 35 fix'd and] Editors till Christie wrongly omit and Recall'd it; rapt its Ganymede from us. The very filth'ness of Pandora's Box? Like Rose-buds, stuck i' th' Lilly-skin about. 60 With_none_but Ghostly Fathers in the Street? Grief makes me rail; Sorrow will force its way; And Show'rs of Tears, Tempestuous Sighs best lay. 90 The Tongue may fail; but over-flowing Eyes Will weep out lasting streams of Elegies. But thou, O Virgin-widow, left alone, Now thy Beloved, Heaven-ravisht Spouse is gone, (Whose skilful Sire in vain strove to apply Med'cines, when thy Balm was no remedy) With greater than Platonick love, O wed His Soul, tho' not his Body, to thy Bed : Let that make thee a Mother; bring thou forth 99 Th' Ideas of his Vertue, Knowledge, Worth; In's Nobler Half; and the great Grandsire be 84 t' hang an] Editors till Christie wrongly room] English editors wrongly give rooms 55 our Venus] Derrick and others wrongly to hang Christie prints to hang an give on Venus' TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE ACCOMPLISHT YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW, EXCELLENT IN THE TWO SISTER-ARTS OF POESIE AND PAINTING. Art she had none, yet wanted none, She might our boasted Stores defy : Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born. Her Morals too were in her Bosom bred By great Examples daily fed, What in the best of Books, her Father's Life, she read. And to be read her self she need not fear; Each Test, and ev'ry Light, her Muse will bear, 81 Though Epictetus with his Lamp were there. Ev'n Love (for Love sometimes her Muse exprest), Was but a Lambent-flame which play'd about her Breast: Light as the Vapours of a Morning Dream, So cold herself, whilst she such Warmth exprest, 'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's Stream. 67 atone] attone 1686. 77 Bosom Bosome 1686. 84 Breast] Brest 1686. |