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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume
+I (of 2), by Richard Crashaw, Edited by Alexander Balloch Grosart
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+Title: The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw, Volume I (of 2)
+
+
+Author: Richard Crashaw
+
+Editor: Alexander Balloch Grosart
+
+Release Date: January 13, 2012  [eBook #38549]
+
+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE COMPLETE WORKS OF RICHARD
+CRASHAW, VOLUME I (OF 2)***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Taavi Kalju, Rory OConor, and the Online Distributed
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+Transcriber's note:
+
+      In two places there is text enclosed by equal signs. That
+      text is in bold face. Elsewhere equal signs are used as
+      equal signs.
+
+
+
+
+
+The Fuller Worthies' Library.
+
+THE COMPLETE WORKS OF RICHARD CRASHAW.
+
+In Two Volumes.
+
+VOL. I.
+
+MEMORIAL-INTRODUCTION.
+STEPS TO THE TEMPLE. CARMEN DEO NOSTRO.
+THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES. AIRELLES.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+London:
+Robson and Sons, Printers, Pancras Road, N.W.
+
+
+
+
+The Fuller Worthies' Library.
+
+THE COMPLETE WORKS OF RICHARD CRASHAW.
+
+For the First Time Collected
+and Collated with the Original and Early Editions,
+and Much Enlarged with
+
+I. Hitherto unprinted and inedited Poems from Archbishop Sancroft's
+MSS. &c. &c.
+
+II. Translation of the whole of the Poemata et Epigrammata.
+
+III. Memorial-Introduction, Essay on Life and Poetry, and Notes.
+
+IV. In Quarto, reproduction in facsimile of the Author's own
+Illustrations of 1652, with others specially prepared.
+
+Edited by the
+
+REV. ALEXANDER B. GROSART,
+
+St. George's, Blackburn, Lancashire.
+
+In Two Volumes.
+
+VOL. I.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Printed for Private Circulation.
+1872.
+
+156 copies printed.
+
+
+
+
+  TO
+  THE VERY REVEREND
+
+  JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, D.D.
+
+  AS AN EXPRESSION OF GRATITUDE FOR
+  FUNDAMENTAL INTELLECTUAL AND SPIRITUAL
+  QUICKENING AND NURTURE
+  FOUND IN AND SUSTAINED BY HIS WRITINGS
+  EARLIER AND LATEST,
+  THIS EDITION
+  OF A POET HE LOVES AS ENGLISHMAN AND CATHOLIC
+  IS DEDICATED BY
+  ALEXANDER B. GROSART.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+Those marked [*] are printed for the first time from MSS.; those marked
+[+] have additions for the first time given in their places.
+
+                                                                 PAGE
+
+Dedication                                                          v
+
+Preface                                                            xi
+
+Memorial-Introduction                                           xxvii
+
+Note                                                               xl
+
+The Preface to the Reader                                         xlv
+
+
+SACRED POETRY: I. _Steps to the Temple, and Carmen Deo
+Nostro_, 1-181.
+
++Sainte Mary Magdalene, or the Weeper                               3
+
+Sancta Maria Dolorvm, or the Mother of Sorrows: a patheticall
+Descant upon the deuout Plainsong of Stabat Mater Dolorosa         19
+
++The Teare                                                         25
+
++The Office of the Holy Crosse                                     29
+
+Vexilla Regis: the Hymn of the Holy Crosse                         44
+
+The Lord silences His Questioners                                  47
+
+Our Blessed Lord in His Circumcision to His Father                 48
+
+On the Wounds of our crucified Lord                                50
+
+Vpon the bleeding Crucifix: a song                                 51
+
++To the Name above every name, the Name of Iesvs: a hymn           55
+
+Psalme xxiii                                                       65
+
+Psalme cxxxvii                                                     68
+
++In the Holy Nativity of ovr Lord God: a hymn svng as by
+the Shepheards                                                     70
+
+New Year's Day                                                     76
+
++In the gloriovs Epiphanie of ovr Lord God: a hymn svng as
+by the three Kings                                                 79
+
+To the Qveen's Maiesty                                             91
+
+Vpon Easter Day                                                    94
+
+Sospetto d'Herode                                                  95
+
+The Hymn of Sainte Thomas, in Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament  121
+
+Lavda Sion Salvatorem: the Hymn for the Bl. Sacrament             124
+
++Prayer: an Ode which was prefixed to a little Prayer-book
+given to a young Gentle-woman                                     128
+
+To the same Party: Covncel concerning her Choise                  134
+
+Description of a Religiovs Hovse and Condition of Life (out
+of Barclay)                                                       137
+
+On Mr. George Herbert's Booke intituled the Temple of Sacred
+Poems: sent to a Gentle-woman                                     139
+
++A Hymn to the Name and Honor of the admirable Sainte
+Teresa                                                            141
+
++An Apologie for the foregoing Hymn, as hauing been writt
+when the Author was yet among the Protestants                     150
+
++The Flaming Heart: vpon the Book and Picture of the seraphical
+Saint Teresa, as she is vsvally expressed with a
+Seraphim biside her                                               152
+
+A Song of Divine Love                                             157
+
++In the gloriovs Assvmption of ovr Blessed Lady                   158
+
++Upon five piovs and learned Discourses by Robert Shelford        162
+
+Dies iræ, dies illa: the Hymn of the Chvrch, in meditation
+of the Day of Ivdgment                                            166
+
+Charitas Nimia, or the dear Bargain                               170
+
+S. Maria Maior: the Himn, O gloriosa Domina                       173
+
+Hope [by Cowley]                                                  175
+
+M. Crashaw's Answer for Hope                                      178
+
+
+SACRED POETRY: II. _Airelles_, 183-194.
+
+*Mary seeking Jesus when lost                                     185
+
+*The Wounds of the Lord Jesus                                     187
+
+*On ye Gunpowder-Treason                                          188
+
+*Ditto                                                            190
+
++Ditto                                                            192
+
+
+SECULAR POETRY: I. _The Delights of the Muses_, 195-276.
+
+Musick's Duell                                                    197
+
+In the Praise of the Spring (out of Virgil)                       207
+
+With a Picture sent to a Friend                                   208
+
++In praise of Lessius's Rule of Health                            209
+
+The Beginning of Heliodorus                                       212
+
+Cupid's Cryer (out of the Greeke)                                 214
+
+Vpon Bishop Andrews' Picture before his Sermons                   217
+
+Vpon the Death of a Gentleman                                     218
+
+Vpon the Death of Mr. Herrys                                      220
+
+Vpon the Death of the most desired Mr. Herrys                     222
+
+Another                                                           225
+
+His Epitaph                                                       228
+
++An Epitaph vpon a yovng Married Covple, dead and bvryed
+together                                                          230
+
+Death's Lectvre and the Fvneral of a yovng Gentleman              232
+
+An Epitaph vpon Doctor Brooke                                     234
+
+On a foule Morning, being then to take a Journey                  235
+
+To the Morning: Satisfaction for Sleepe                           237
+
+Love's Horoscope                                                  240
+
+A Song (out of the Italian)                                       243
+
+Out of the Italian                                                245
+
+Out of the Italian                                                246
+
+Vpon the Frontispeece of Mr. Isaackson's Chronologie              246
+
+On the same by Bishop Rainbow                                     248
+
+An Epitaph vpon Mr. Ashton, a conformable Citizen                 250
+
+Out of Catullus                                                   251
+
+Wishes                                                            252
+
++To the Queen: an Apologie for the length of the following
+Panegyrick                                                        259
+
+To the Queen, vpon her numerous Progenie: a Panegyrick            260
+
+Vpon two greene Apricockes sent to Cowley by Sir Crashaw          269
+
+Alexias: The Complaint of the forsaken Wife of Sainte Alexis:
+three Elegies                                                     271
+
+
+SECULAR POETRY: II. _Airelles_, 277-303.
+
+*Upon the King's Coronation                                       279
+
+*Ditto                                                            280
+
+*Vpon the Birth of the Princesse Elizabeth                        282
+
+*Vpon a Gnatt burnt in a Candle                                   284
+
+*From Petronius                                                   286
+
+*From Horace                                                      287
+
+*Ex Euphormione.                                                  289
+
+*An Elegy vpon the Death of Mr. Stanninow, Fellow of Queen's
+Colledge                                                          290
+
+*Upon the Death of a Friend                                       292
+
+*An Elegie on the Death of Dr. Porter                             293
+
++Verse-Letter to the Countess of Denbigh                          295
+
+Ditto  from Carmen Deo Nostro                                     301
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS, _in the illustrated Quarto only_: Vol. I.
+
+
+1. The Weeper: engraved by W.J. Linton, Esq., after the
+Author's own Design                                                 4
+
+2. Sancta Maria Dolorvm; or the Mother of Sorrows                  19
+
+3. The Office of the Holy Crosse                                   29
+
+4. The Recommendation                                              43
+
+5. To the Name above every name, the Name of Iesus                 55
+
+6. The Hymn of Sainte Thomas                                       55
+
+7. The 'irresolute' Locked Heart                                   55
+
+8. In the Holy Nativity of ovr Lord God                            71
+
+9. In the gloriovs Epiphanie of ovr Lord God.                      79
+
+10. Head of Satan: drawn and engraved by W.J. Linton, Esq.         95
+
+11. Sainte Teresa                                                 141
+
+12. Dies iræ, dies illa                                           166
+
+13. Maria Maior, O gloriosa Domina                                173
+
+14. A second Illustration from the Bodleian copy                  173
+
+15. The Dead Nightingale: drawn by Mrs. Blackburn, engraved
+by W.J. Linton, Esq.                                              197
+
+Nos. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14 are reproduced in facsimile
+from the author's own designs of 1652, by Pouncey of Dorchester,
+expressly for our edition of Crashaw. Besides the above there are a
+number of head- and tail-pieces by W.J. Linton, Esq.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+I have at last the pleasure of seeing half-fulfilled a long-cherished
+wish and intention, by the issue of the present Volume, being Vol. I. of
+the first really worthy edition of the complete Poetry of RICHARD
+CRASHAW, while Vol. II. is so well advanced that it may be counted on
+for Midsummer (_Deo favente_).
+
+This Volume contains the whole of the previously-published English
+Poems, with the exception of the Epigrams scattered among the others,
+which more fittingly find their place in Vol. II., along with the Latin
+and Greek originals, and our translation of all hitherto untranslated.
+Here also will be found important, and peculiarly interesting as
+characteristic, additions of unprinted and inedited poems by CRASHAW
+from Archbishop SANCROFT'S MSS., among the TANNER MSS. in the Bodleian.
+These I have named 'Airelles,' after the little Alpine flowers that are
+dug out beneath the mountain masses of snow and ice, with abiding
+touches of beauty and perfume, as though they had been sheltered within
+walls and glass. The formerly printed Poems have been collated and
+recollated anxiously with the original and other early and authoritative
+editions, the results of which are shown in Notes and Illustrations at
+the close of each poem. Many of the various readings are of rare
+interest, and collation has revealed successive additions and revisions
+altogether unrecorded by modern editors. In their places I have pointed
+out the flagrant carelessness of the last Editor, W.B. TURNBULL, Esq.,
+in Smith's 'Library of Old Authors.'
+
+As was meet, I have adhered to the first titles of 'Steps to the Temple'
+and 'The Delights of the Muses,' the former embracing the SACRED, and
+the latter the SECULAR Poems. The original Editor (whoever he was), not
+the Author, gave these titles. In the Preface to 'the learned Reader,'
+he says, '_we stile_ his sacred Poems, Steps to the Temple.' At one time
+I was disposed to assign the editorship of the volumes of 1646 and 1648
+to SANCROFT; but inasmuch as both contained Bp. RAINBOW'S verses
+prefixed to ISAACSON'S 'Chronologie,' while the piece is not in the
+SANCROFT MS., it seems he could not have been the editor. His pathetic
+closing words reveal much love: 'I will conclude all that I have
+impartially writ of this learned young Gent. (_now dead to us_) as hee
+himselfe doth, with the last line of his poem upon Bishop Andrewes'
+picture before his Sermons, _Verte paginas_--Look on his following
+leaves, and see him breath.'
+
+I would now give an account of previous editions of our Worthy, and our
+use of them. The earliest of his publications--excluding minor pieces in
+University Collections as recorded in our Essay--was a volume of Latin
+Epigrams published at Cambridge in 1634 in a small 8vo. The name of
+CRASHAW nowhere appears, but his initials R.C. are appended to the
+Dedication to his friend LANEY. The title-page was as follows:
+'Epigrammatum Sacrorum Liber. Cantabrigiæ, ex Academiæ celeberrimæ
+typographo, 1634.' Besides the Epigrams, this now rare volume contained
+certain of his 'Poemata' before the Epigrams. A second edition was
+published in 1670 with a few additional Epigrams, and those in Greek. A
+third edition appeared in 1674. Fuller details, with collation of each,
+are given in Vol. II. in their places.
+
+Nothing more of any considerableness was published until 1646, two years
+after the Poet's ejection. Then appeared a small volume of Poems,
+chiefly English, arranged in two distinct classes, Sacred and Secular,
+the latter with a separate title-page. In the Note which follows this
+Preface, the title-pages of the volume will be found, along with those
+of the subsequent editions of 1648 and 1670. With reference to the
+volume of 1646, a mistake in the printing was thus pointed out: 'Reader,
+there was a sudden mistake ('tis too late to recover it): thou wilt
+quickly find it out, and I hope as soone passe it over; some of the
+humane Poems are misplaced amongst the Divine.' These 'humane' poems,
+that belonged not to the 'Steps' but the 'Delights of the Muses,' were
+fifteen in all. They were assigned their own places in the new edition
+of 1648. With two exceptions, we have adhered to the classification of
+the 1648 edition: the exceptions are, that we have placed 'Vexilla
+Regis' immediately after the 'Office of the Holy Crosse,' as belonging
+properly to that composition; and the 'Apologie' for the Hymn to TERESA
+after the first, not after the second Hymn, seeing the 'Apologie' is
+only for the first. The new edition bore on its title-page the
+announcement: 'The second Edition, wherein are added divers pieces not
+before extant.' Our contents of the present Volume (immediately
+following our Dedication) shows these additions, which were important
+and precious; viz. twenty-nine new English Poems and eighteen new Latin
+Poems.
+
+The next edition was published in PARIS in 1652. In our Note (as
+_supra_) the title-page is given. This volume is an elegant one, and is
+adorned with twelve dainty engravings after the Author's own designs,
+though we possess a copy without the engravings, having blanks left.
+This exceedingly rare book contains most of the Sacred Poems and some of
+the more serious of the Secular Poems; but as the contents (as _supra_)
+show, there were large omissions, notably the Sospetto and Musick's
+Duel. It was edited by THOMAS CAR, who prefixes two poems of his own, as
+follows:
+
+
+I. CRASHAWE, THE ANAGRAMME 'HE WAS CAR.'
+
+    Was CAR then Crashawe; or was Crashawe Car,                 1
+    Since both within one name combinèd are?
+    Yes, Car's Crashawe, he Car; 'tis loue alone
+    Which melts two harts, of both composing one.
+    So Crashaw's still the same: so much desired                5
+    By strongest witts; so honor'd, so admired;
+    Car was but he that enter'd as a friend
+    With whom he shar'd his thoughtes, and did commend
+    (While yet he liu'd) this worke; they lou'd each other:
+    Sweete Crashawe was his friend; he Crashawe's brother.     10
+    So Car hath title then; 'twas his intent
+    That what his riches pen'd, poore Car should print;
+    Nor feares he checke, praysing that happie one
+    Who was belou'd by all; disprais'd by none:
+    To witt, being pleas'd with all things, he pleas'd all,    15
+    Nor would he giue, nor take offence; befall
+    What might, he would possesse himselfe, and liue
+    As deade (deuoyde of interest) t' all might giue
+    Desease t' his well-composèd mynd; fore-stal'd
+    With heauenly riches; which had wholy call'd               20
+    His thoughts from earth, to liue aboue in th' aire
+    A very bird of paradice. No care
+    Had he of earthly trashe. What might suffice
+    To fitt his soule to heauenly exercise
+    Sufficèd him: and may we guesse his hart                   25
+    By what his lipps brings forth, his onely part
+    Is God and godly thoughtes. Leaues doubt to none
+    But that to whom one God is all; all's one.
+    What he might eate or weare he tooke no thought;
+    His needfull foode he rather found then sought.            30
+    He seekes no downes, no sheetes, his bed's still made;
+    If he can find a chaire or stoole, he's layd.
+    When Day peepes in, he quitts his restlesse rest,
+    And still, poore soule, before he's vp, he's dre'st.
+    Thus dying did he liue, yet liued to dye                   35
+    In th' Virgin's lappe, to whom he did applye
+    His virgine thoughtes and words, and thence was styld
+    By foes, the chaplaine of the virgine myld,
+    While yet he liued without. His modestie
+    Imparted this to some, and they to me.                     40
+    Liue happie then, deare soule! inioy the rest
+    Eternally by paynes thou purchacedst,
+    While Car must liue in care, who was thy friend,
+    Nor cares he how he liue, so in the end
+    He may inioy his dearest Lord and thee;                    45
+    And sitt and singe more skilfull songs eternally.[1]
+
+
+II. AN EPIGRAMME
+
+Vpon the Pictures in the following Poemes, which the Authour first made
+with his owne hand, admirably well, as may be seene in his Manuscript
+dedicated to the Right Honourable Lady the L. Denbigh.
+
+    'Twixt pen and pensill rose a holy strife                   1
+    Which might draw Vertue better to the life:
+    Best witts gaue votes to that, but painters swore
+    They neuer saw peeces so sweete before
+    As thes fruits of pure Nature; where no Art                 5
+    Did lead the vntaught pensill, nor had part
+    In th' worke ...
+    The hand growne bold, with witt will needes contest:
+    Doth it preuayle? ah no! say each is best.
+    This to the eare speakes wonders; that will trye           10
+    To speake the same, yet lowder, to the eye.
+    Both in their aymes are holy, both conspire
+    To wound, to burne the hart with heauenly fire.
+    This then's the doome, to doe both parties right:
+    This to the eare speakes best; that, to the sight.         15
+
+  THOMAS CAR.[2]
+
+It is clear from these lines in the former poem--
+
+    'Car was but he that enter'd as a friend
+    With whom he shar'd his thoughtes, _and did commend_
+    (_While yet he liu'd_) THIS WORKE___________________
+    ____________________________________________________
+    So Car hath title then; '_twas his intent
+    That what his riches pen'd, poore Car should print_'--
+
+that the volume of 1652 carries the authority of CRASHAW with it as his
+own Selection from what he had written. So that I have had no hesitation
+in accepting its text of the Poems previously published (in 1646 and
+1648): understanding that the Selection was regulated by his desire only
+to offer the COUNTESS OF DENBIGH those he himself most valued. There are
+inevitable misprints and a chaos of punctuation; but the text as a whole
+is a great advance on those preceding, as our Notes and Illustrations to
+the several poems prove. There are some very valuable additions
+throughout, entirely overlooked by modern Editors. Our text of all not
+in 1652 volume is based on that of 1648 collated with 1646.
+
+The engravings celebrated in the Epigram of CAR--of whom more, and of
+the origin and purpose of the Volume, in our Essay--are as follows:
+
+1. 'To the noblest and best of ladyes:' a heart with an emblematical
+lock. Beneath is printed 'Non Vi' ( = not by force), and the following
+lines:
+
+    'Tis not the work of force but skill
+    To find the way into man's will.
+    'Tis loue alone can hearts vnlock:
+    Who knowes the Word, he needs not knock.
+
+2. 'To the name above every name.' 'Numisma Urbani 6.' A dove under the
+tiara, surrounded with a glory. The legend is, 'In unitate Deus est.'
+
+3. 'The Holy Nativity.' The Holy Family at Bethlehem. Beneath are these
+lines in French and Latin:
+
+    Ton Créateur te faict voir sa naissance
+    Deignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance.
+
+    Quem vidistis, Pastores, &c.
+    Natum vidimus, &c.
+
+4. 'The Glorious Epiphanie.' The adoration of the Magi-kings.
+
+5. 'The Office of the Holy Crosse.' Christ on the Cross. Beneath (from
+the Vulgate),
+
+    Tradidit semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam
+    Deo in odorem suavitatis.--Ad Ephe. 5.
+
+6. 'The Recommendation.' The ascended Saviour looking down toward the
+Earth. Above, this line,
+
+    Expostulatio Jesu Christi cum mundo ingrato.
+
+Beneath, a Latin poem of thirteen lines, which appears in its place in
+our Vol. II.
+
+7. 'Sancta Maria Dolorum.' The Virgin Mary under the Cross with the
+instruments of the Passion, holding the dead Saviour in her arms.
+
+8. 'Hymn of St. Thomas.' A Remonstrance. 'Ecce panis Angelorum.'
+
+9. 'Dies Iræ.' The Last Judgment. 'Dies Iræ, dies illa.'
+
+10. 'O Gloriosa Domina.' The Virgin Mary and Child. Angels hold a crown
+over her head, surmounted by the Holy Dove. Beneath:
+
+    S. Maria Major.
+    Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi,
+    Qui pascitur inter lilia. Cant.
+
+11. 'The Weeper.' A female head, showing beneath, a bleeding and burning
+heart, surrounded by a glory. This couplet is below:
+
+    Lo, where a wounded heart, with bleeding eyes conspire:
+    Is she a flaming fountaine, or a weeping fire?
+
+12. 'Hymn to St. Teresa.' Portrait: scroll above, inscribed 'Misericors
+Domini in æternum cantabo.' Beneath, 'La Vray Portraict de Ste. Terese,
+Fondatrice des Religieuses et Religieux réformez de l'ordre de N. Dame
+de mont Carmel: Décédée le 4e Octo. 1582. Canonisée le 12e Mars 1622.'
+
+Besides these TWELVE, I discovered another in illustration of 'O
+Gloriosa Domina,' substituted for No. 10 in the very fine copy of the
+volume in the Douce Collection in the Bodleian. I have the satisfaction
+of furnishing admirable reproductions in fac-simile of Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4,
+5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 12, and by the kindness of the Bodleian Trustees,
+the unique illustration for No. 10. No. 11 by my friend W.J. LINTON,
+Esq. The whole of these belong exclusively to our illustrated quarto
+edition, and the impressions taken have been strictly limited thereto,
+and a very few for my own gift-use.
+
+We have now done with genuine editions; but have yet to notice a
+wretched medley which bears the name of the '2d edition.' Its title-page
+is given in our Note (as before). This volume is fairly printed; but
+whatever was meant by '2d edition,' whether it was so styled from
+ignorance of the edition of 1648 or copying of its title, or because it
+was meant for a 2d edition of 1652, it is a deplorable compilation made
+out of 1646 and 1652. It first reprints 1646 and then 1652, omitting in
+the second part such poems of 1652 as were in 1646, but without taking
+the trouble of correcting any, so as to bring them into agreement with
+the better text. Not to mention well-nigh innumerable misprints and
+omissions, so blind is it, that it has twice printed two poems which in
+1652 had their titles altered, not observing that it had already printed
+them under the old titles. These were the poems, _On the Death of a
+Young Gentleman_, and in _Praise of Lessius_. It contains only the eight
+Latin Poems of 1646, and no others. Of this edition TURNBULL says, 'In
+its text [it is] the most inaccurate of all'--and--What then? He
+reprints it! and leaves undetected its inaccuracies and omissions, and
+superadds as many more of his own--as our Notes and Illustrations
+demonstrate, albeit we have left many blunders unrecorded, contenting
+ourselves with seeing that our own is correct. And yet this Editor got
+in a rage with a correspondent (Professor M'Carthy) of _Notes and
+Queries_, who at the time corrected incidentally a misprinted
+letter--oblivious of (literally) hundreds infinitely worse.
+
+PEREGRINE PHILLIPS in 1785 published a very well-printed volume of
+'Selections' from CRASHAW; but, like TURNBULL, he blundered over the
+(so-called) '2d edition' of 1670, and seems never to have seen those of
+1648 and 1652. Of other more recent editions I shall speak in our Essay,
+and, as already stated in our Memorial-Introduction, notice the
+University Collections and others, to which our Poet contributed. In its
+place, at close of the present Volume, see account of a hitherto unused
+edition of a Verse-Letter to COUNTESS OF DENBIGH.
+
+Of the Poems now for the first time printed, the present Volume contains
+no fewer than fifteen or sixteen with important additions: Vol. II. will
+contain very many more, as well as our Translation of the hitherto
+untranslated Poems and Epigrams. The source of all these erewhile
+unprinted Poems is Vol. 465 among the TANNER MSS., which is known to be
+in the handwriting (mainly) of Archbishop SANCROFT. The Volume is a
+collection of contemporary Poetry, but as it now rests in the Bodleian
+is imperfect, as the Index shows. The following details will probably
+interest our readers. In the Index is first of all the following, 'Mr.
+Crashaw's Epigrams, sacra Latina;' but it is erased. Then underneath is
+written 'Mr. Crashaw's poems transcrib'd from his own copie, before they
+were printed; amongst wch are some not printed.' 'Latin, On ye Gospels v
+p 7. On other Subiects p 39, 95, 229. English Sacred Poems p 111. On
+other Subiects--39, 162, 164 v 167 v 196. 202 v 206. 223. v Suspetto di
+Herodi, translated from Car. Marino p 287 v.' Guided by this Index--for,
+though to some 'R. CR.' is prefixed, others printed in 1646 and 1648 are
+left without name or initials--page 7 to 22 contains Latin Poems and
+Epigrams still unpublished. On page 22 is a large letter C = Crashaw.
+The pagination then leaps to p. 39 and goes on to page 64, and consists
+of Latin Poems and one in Greek 'On other Subjects,' also wholly
+unpublished. Page 66 is blank, and a blank leaf follows. Then there is a
+Latin poem by WALLIS, and pp. 95-6 contain other Latin poems by CRASHAW,
+in part published. Pages 97-102 are blank, and the pagination again
+leaps to p. 111, where begin the English Sacred Poems, continuing to
+page 137, with 'Crashaw' written at end. These pages (111-137) contain
+mainly Poems and Epigrams before published. On page 130 is a short poem
+'On Good Friday' by T. Randolph. On page 135 are two poems by Dr.
+Alabaster: then, on page 136, Crashaw's poem 'On the Assumption,' and on
+page 137, a short poem by Wotton. Pages 138-142 are blank, and once more
+the pagination passes to p. 159, where there is a poem by GILES FLETCHER
+(pp. 159-160)--printed by us in Appendix to Poems of Dr. GILES FLETCHER
+in our FULLER WORTHIES' MISCELLANIES. Pages 160-1 have poems by Corbett
+(erroneously inserted as HERRICK'S by Hazlitt in his edition of
+Herrick), and a Song by WOTTON. On page 162 'The Faire Ethiopian,' by
+CRASHAW: p. 163, 'Upon Mr. Cl.' [Cleveland?], who made a Song against
+the D.D.s--The complaint of a woman with child [both anonymous]. Then at
+page 164 'Upon a gnatt burnt in a candle,' by Crashaw (being entered in
+Index as _supra_), and never published. On pages 165-6, Love's Horoscope
+(published): p. 166, _Ad Amicam_. T.R. (not by CRASHAW, being entered in
+Index under Randolph): pp. 167-71, Fidicinis et Philomela Bellum
+Musicum, and Upon Herbert's Temple: pp. 172-3, Upon Isaacson's
+Frontispiece (the second piece): pp. 173-4, An invitation to faire
+weather (all published before). Then translations from the Latin Poets
+with 'R. CR.' above each, pp. 174-178--all unpublished: pp. 178-9, from
+Virgil (published). Next on pp. 180-87 are the following: 'On ye
+Gunpowder-Treason' (three separate pieces), and 'Upon the King's
+Coronation' (two pieces). These have never been printed until now in our
+present Vol., and they are unquestionably Crashaw's, inasmuch as (_a_)
+All entered thus 164 v. 167 are by him, and so these being entered under
+his name in Index as 167 v. 196 must belong to him; (_b_) 'Upon the
+King's Coronation' are renderings in part of his own Latin; (_c_) As
+shown in our Essay (where also their biographic value is shown) unusual
+words used by Crashaw occur in them. Pp. 187-90, 'Panegyrick upon the
+birth of the Duke of York' (published): pp. 190-2, 'Upon the birth of
+the Princesse Elizabeth' (never before printed). Pages 192-196, poems by
+Corbett, Wotton, and others. Pages 196-7, Translation from the Latin _Ex
+Euphormione_ (not before published), and on Lessius (published). Then
+pp. 197-201, poems by various, in part anonymous: pp. 202-3, An Elegy on
+Staninough--not having his name or initials, but entered in Index under
+his name--(never before published): pp. 203-5, In obitum desider. Mri
+Chambers (published, but the heading new), and Upon the death of a
+friend (not before published): p. 205, 'On a cobler' (anonymous): p.
+206, In obitum Dr Brooke: Epitaphium Conjug. (published): page 207, poem
+by CULVERWELL: p. 208, blank; and then the pagination passes to p. 223.
+Pages 223-229, poems on Herrys [or Harris] (all published, but with
+variations): pp. 229-30, Elegie on Dr. Porter (never before published,
+and entered in Index under Crashaw): from p. 231 to 238, various poems,
+but none by Crashaw; then the pagination leaps to p. 238, and goes on to
+p. 255, with various pieces, but again none by CRASHAW. On pp. 297-8 are
+eight of the published English Epigrams. All the other anonymous and
+avowed poems being entered in the Index separately from CRASHAW'S, and
+under either their titles or authors, makes us safe to exclude them from
+our Volumes. On the other hand, the Index-entries and 'R.C.' together,
+assure us that rich and virgin as is the treasure-trove of unprinted and
+unpublished Poems--English and Latin, especially the Latin--it is
+without a shadow of doubt RICHARD CRASHAW'S, and of supreme worth. I
+have also had the good fortune to discover a Harleian MS. from Lord
+Somers' Library (6917-18), which furnishes some valuable readings of
+some of the Poems, as recorded and used by us.
+
+Throughout we have endeavoured with all fidelity to reproduce our Worthy
+in integrity of text and orthography--diminishing only (slightly)
+italics and capitals, and as usual giving capitals to all divine Names
+(nouns and pronouns) and personifications. In Notes and Illustrations
+all various readings are recorded, and such elucidations and filling-in
+of names and allusions as are likely to be helpful.
+
+
+It is now my pleasant duty to return right hearty, because heartfelt,
+thanks to many friends and correspondents who have aided me in a
+somewhat arduous and difficult work and 'labour of love.' To the
+venerable and illustrious man whose name by express permission adorns
+my Dedication, I owe a debt of gratitude for a beautiful, a pathetic, a
+(to me) sacred Letter, that greatly animated me to go forward. By my
+admirable friends Revs. J.H. CLARK, M.A., of West Dereham, Norfolk, and
+THOMAS ASHE, M.A., Ipswich, my edition (as Vol. II. will evidence) is
+advantaged in various Translations for the first time of the Latin
+poems, valuable in themselves, and the more valued for the generous
+enthusiasm and modesty with which they were offered, not to say how
+considerably they have lightened my own work in the same field. To Dr.
+BRINSLEY NICHOLSON, who retains in the Army his fine literary culture
+and acumen; to W. ALDIS WRIGHT, Esq., M.A., Trinity College, Cambridge;
+the very Reverend Dr. F.C. HUSENBETH, Cossey, Norwich; the Earl and
+Countess of DENBIGH; Monsignor STONOR, Rome; to Correspondents at
+LORETTO, DOUAI, PARIS, &c.; and to Colonel CHESTER and Mr. W.T. BROOKE,
+London,--I wish to tender my warmest thanks for various services most
+pleasantly rendered; all to the enrichment of our edition.
+
+The Illustrations (in the 4to) speak for themselves. I cannot
+sufficiently express my acknowledgments for the spontaneous and
+ever-increasing willinghood of my artist-poet friend W.J. LINTON, Esq.,
+who from his temporary Transatlantic home has sent me the exquisite
+head- and tail-pieces in both volumes, besides cunningly interpreting
+the two original Illustrations drawn for me by Mrs. HUGH BLACKBURN of
+Glasgow, and the Poet's 'Weeper.' To Mrs. BLACKBURN her work is its own
+abundant reward; but none the less do I appreciate her great kindness to
+me.
+
+Anything else needing to be said will be found in the
+Memorial-Introduction and Essay on the Life and Poetry, and Notes and
+Illustrations. I cannot better close our Preface than with the fine
+tribute of R. ARIS WILLMOTT, in his 'Dream of the Poets,' wherein he
+catches up the echo of COWLEY across two centuries:
+
+    Poet and Saint! thy sky was dark
+      And sad thy lonely vigil here;
+    But thy meek spirit, like the lark
+      Still showered music on the ear,
+      From its own heaven ever clear:
+    No pining mourner thou! thy strain
+    Could breathe a slumber upon Pain,
+      Singing thy tears asleep: not long
+        To stray by Siloa's brook was thine:
+      Yet Time hath never dealt thee wrong,
+        Nor brush'd the sweet bloom from thy line:
+      Thou hast a home in every song,
+        In every Christian heart, a shrine.
+
+  ALEXANDER B. GROSART.
+
+  15 St. Alban's Place, Blackburn, Lancashire,
+
+  4th February 1872.
+
+
+
+
+MEMORIAL-INTRODUCTION.
+
+
+In a Study of the Life and Poetry of our present Worthy, which will be
+found in our Volume II.--thus postponed in order that the completed
+Works may be before the student-reader along with it--I venture to hope
+new light will be shed on both, and his character as a Man and Poet--one
+of the richest of the minor Poets of England--vindicated and interpreted
+as never hitherto they have been. Some memories cannot bear the '_cruel
+light_' of close scrutiny, some poetries when tested prove
+falsetto-noted. RICHARD CRASHAW grows on us the more insight we gain. If
+he were as well known as GEORGE HERBERT, he would be equally cherished,
+while his Poetry would be recognised as perfumed with all his devoutness
+and of a diviner '_stuff_' and woven in a grander loom; in sooth,
+infinitely deeper and finer in almost every element of true singing as
+differenced from pious and gracious versifying. In this
+hurrying-scurrying age, only twos-and-threes take time to hold communion
+with these ancient Worthies; and hence my Essay, as with the FLETCHERS
+and LORD BROOKE and HENRY VAUGHAN, may win-back that recognition and
+love due to CRASHAW.
+
+Then, in a much fuller and more adequate Memoir than hitherto furnished
+of WILLIAM CRASHAW, B.D., father of our Poet--also in our Volume
+II.--the usually-given ancestral details will appear from new and unused
+sources. So that here and now I intend to limit myself to a brief
+statement of the few outward Facts, _i.e._ reserving their relation to
+the central thing in RICHARD CRASHAW'S life--his passing from
+Protestantism to Catholicism, and to contemporaries and inner friends,
+and to his Poetry--to our announced Study.
+
+WILLMOTT in his 'Lives of the English Sacred Poets' (vol. first, 1834,
+vol. second, 1839), begins his fine-toned little Notice thus: 'After an
+anxious search in all the accessible sources of information, I am able
+to tell little of one of whom every lover of poetry must desire to know
+much. The time of his birth and of his decease is involved in equal
+mystery.'[3] Our 'all' is still 'little' as compared with what we yearn
+for; but we do not need to begin so dolorously as our predecessor, for
+we have discovered both the 'time of his _birth_ and of his _decease_.'
+He was born in London in 1612-3; this date being arrived at from the
+register-entry of his age on admission to the University, viz. 18 in
+1630-1 (as hereafter stated). SHAKESPEARE was then retired to his
+beloved Stratford; MILTON was in the sixth year of his cherub-beauty.
+His father being 'Preacher at the Temple' at the date would have
+determined LONDON to have been his birthplace; but his admission to
+Pembroke and his own signature at Peterhouse, 'Richardum Crashaw,
+_Londinensem_,' prove it. Who was his mother I have failed to find. The
+second Mrs. WILLIAM CRASHAW, celebrated in a remarkable contemporary
+poetical tractate printed (if not published) by her bereaved husband (of
+which more anon and elsewhere, as _supra_), could not have been the
+Poet's mother, as she was not married to CRASHAW (_pater_) until 1619.
+We should gladly have exchanged the 'Honour of Vertue or the Monument
+erected by the sorrowfull Husband and the Epitaphs annexed by learned
+and worthy men, to the immortall memory of that worthy Gentle-woman Mrs.
+ELIZABETH CRASHAWE. Who dyed in child-birth, and was buried in
+Whit-Chappel: Octob. 8. 1620. In the 24 yeare of her age'--for a page on
+the first Mrs. Crashaw. Yet is it pleasant to know the motherless little
+lad received such a new mother as this tribute pictures. In 1620 he was
+in his ninth year. Thus twice a broad shadow blackened his father's
+house and his home. Little more than a year had he his 'second' mother.
+
+Our after-Memoir of the elder CRASHAW shows that he was a man of no
+ordinary force of character and influence. The Epistles-dedicatory to
+his numerous polemical books are addressed with evident familiarity to
+the foremost in Church and State: and it is in agreement with this to
+learn (as we do) that MASTER RICHARD gained admission to the great
+'Charterhouse' School through SIR HENRY YELVERTON and SIR RANDOLPH
+CREW--the former the patron-friend of the saintly DR. SIBBES, the latter
+of HERRICK, and both of mark. The Register of Charterhouse as now extant
+begins in 1680. So that we know not the date of young Crashaw's entry on
+the 'foundation' provided so munificently by SUTTON.[4] As we shall
+find, one of the Teachers--Brooke--is gratefully and characteristically
+remembered by our Worthy in one of his Latin poems, none the less
+gratefully that 'the rod' is recalled. He was 'Schoolmaster' from 1627-8
+to 1643. The age of admission was 10 to 14: the latter would bring us to
+1627-8, or Brooke's first year of office. Probably, however, he entered
+sooner; but neither ROBERT GREY (1624-26) nor WILLIAM MIDDLETON, A.M.
+(1626-28), nor others of the Masters or celebrities of the famous School
+are celebrated by him, with the exception of (afterwards) BISHOP LANEY.
+FRANCIS BEAUMONT was Head-Master in June 18, 1624, and I should have
+liked to have been able to associate CRASHAW with the Beaumont family.
+Probably DR. JOSEPH BEAUMONT of 'Psyche' was a school-fellow.
+
+How long the Charterhouse was attended is unknown; but renewed
+researches at CAMBRIDGE add to as well as correct the usual dates of his
+attendance there. WILLMOTT states that 'he was elected a scholar of
+Pembroke Hall, March 26, 1632,' and remarks, 'and yet we find him
+lamenting the premature death of his friend, William Herrys, a fellow of
+the same College, which happened in the October of 1631.'[5] He quotes
+from the COLE MSS. The original register in the Admission-book of
+Pembroke College removes the difficulty, and is otherwise valuable, as
+will be seen. It is as follows:
+
+    'Julij 6. 1631. Richardus Crashawe, Gulielmi presbyteri filius,
+    natus Londini annos habens 18, admissus est ad 2æ mensæ ordinem sub
+    tutela Mri Tourney.'
+
+He was 'matriculated _pensioner_ of Pembroke, March 26, 1632,' but, as
+above, his 'admission' preceded. Belonging to Essex, it is not
+improbable that CRASHAW and HARRIS were school-fellows at the
+Charterhouse. His 'friendships' and associates, so winsomely 'sung' of,
+will demand full after-notice. In 1632-3 appeared GEORGE HERBERT'S
+'Temple;' an influential event in our Poet's history. He took the degree
+of B.A. in 1634. In 1634 he published anonymously his volume of Latin
+Epigrams and other Poems; a very noticeable book from a youth of 20,
+especially as most must have been composed long previously. He passed
+from Pembroke to Peterhouse in 1636; and again I have the satisfaction
+to give, for the first time, the entry in the old College Register. It
+is as follows:
+
+    'Anno Domini millesimo sexcentesimo tricesimo sexto vicesimo die
+    mensis Novembris Richardus Crashaw admissus fuit a Reverendo in
+    Christo Patre ac Dno Dno Francisco Episcopo Elæcisi ad locum sive
+    societatem Magistri Simon Smith legitime vacantem in Collegio sive
+    Domo Sti Petri, et vicesimo secundo die ejusdem mensis coram
+    Magistro et Sociis ejusdem Collegii personaliter constitutus,
+    juramentum præstitit quod singulis Ordinationibus et Statutis
+    Collegii (quantum in ipso est) reverenter obediret, et specialiter
+    præter hoc de non appellando contra amotionem suam secundum modum et
+    formam statutorum prædictorum et de salvando cistam Magistri Thomæ
+    de Castro Bernardi et Magri Thomæ Holbrooke (quantum in ipso est)
+    indemnum, quo juramento præstito admissus fuit a Magistro Collegii
+    in perpetuum socium ejusdem Collegii et in locum supradictum. Per me
+    Richardum Crashaw Londinensem.' (p. 500.)
+
+He was made Fellow in 1637, and M.A. in 1638; looking forward to
+becoming a 'Minister' of the Gospel. His Latin Poems in honour of, and
+in pathetic appeal regarding PETERHOUSE, are of the rarest interest, and
+suggest much elucidatory of his great 'change' in religious matters; a
+change that must have been a sad shock to his ultra-Protestant father,
+but in which, beyond all gainsaying, conscience ruled, if the heart
+quivered. While at the University he was called on to contribute to the
+various 'Collections' issued from 1631 onward; and it certainly is once
+more noticeable that such a mere youth should have been thus recognised.
+His Verses--Latin and English--appeared thus with those of HENRY MORE,
+JOSEPH BEAUMONT, EDWARD KING ('Lycidas'), COWLEY, and others; and more
+than hold their own. In 1635 SHELFORD, 'priest' of RINGSFIELD, obtained
+a laudatory poem from him for his 'Five Pious and Learned Discourses.'
+According to ANTHONY A-WOOD, on the authority of one who knew (_not_
+from the Registers), he took a degree in 1641 at Oxford.[6]
+
+Of his inner Life and experiences during these years (twelve at least),
+and the influences that went to shape his decision and after-course, and
+his relation to the COUNTESS OF DENBIGH, I shall speak fully and I trust
+helpfully in our Essay. We need to get at the Facts and Circumstances to
+pronounce a righteous verdict. For his great-brained, stout-hearted,
+iron-willed Father, the stormy period was congenial: but for his son the
+atmosphere was mephitic; as the Editor's 'Preface to the Learned
+Reader,' in his 'character' of him, suggests. Signatures were being put
+unsolemnly to the Solemn League and Covenant,' and as a political not a
+religious thing, by too many. RICHARD CRASHAW could not do that, and the
+crash of 'Ejection' came. Here is the rescript from the Register of
+PETERHOUSE once more unused hitherto:[7]
+
+    'Whereas in pursuite of an ordinance of Parliament for regulating
+    and reforming of the Universitie of Cambridge, I have ejected Mr.
+    Beaumont, Mr. Penniman, Mr. Crashaw, Mr. Holder, Mr. Tyringham, late
+    fellowes of Peterhouse, in Cambridge. And whereas Mr. Charles
+    Hotham, Robert Quarles, Howard Becher, Walter Ellis, Edward Sammes,
+    have been examined and approved by the Assembly of Divines now
+    sitting at Westminster, according to the said Ordinance as fitt to
+    be Fellowes: These are therefore to require you, and every of you,
+    to receive the said Charles Hotham, Robert Quarles, Howard Becher,
+    Walter Ellis, Masters of Arts; and Edward Sammes, Bachr, as fellowes
+    of your Colledge in room of the said Mr. Beaumont, Mr. Penniman, Mr.
+    Crashaw, Mr. Holder, Mr. Tyringham, formerly ejected, and to give
+    them place according to their seniority in the Universitie, in
+    reference to all those that are or shall hereafter bee putt in by
+    mee accordinge to the Ordinance of Parliament aforesaid. Given
+    under my hand and seale the eleaventh day of June anno 1644.
+
+  'MANCHESTER.
+
+'To the Master, President, and Fellowes of Peterhouse, in Cambridge.'
+(p. 518.)
+
+'The ejection' of 1644, like that larger one of 1662, brought much
+sorrow and trial to a number of good and true souls. To one so gentle,
+shy, self-introspective as CRASHAW, it must have been as the tearing
+down of a nest to a poor bird. His fellow-sufferers went hither and
+thither. Our first glimpse of our Worthy after his 'ejection' is in
+1646, when the 'Steps to the Temple' and 'Delights of the Muses'
+appeared, with its Editor's touching saying at the close of his Preface
+'now dead to us.' A second edition, with considerable additions, was
+published in 1648. Previous to 1646 he had 'gone over' to Catholicism;
+for in the 'Steps' of that year is 'An Apologie' for his 'Hymn'--'In
+Memory of the Vertuous and Learned Lady Madre de Teresa, that sought an
+early Martyrdome.' In 1646 it is headed simply 'An Apologie for the
+precedent Hymne:' in the 'Carmen Deo Nostro' of 1652 it is more fully
+inscribed 'An Apologie for the foregoing Hymn, as hauing been writt when
+the author was yet among the Protestantes.' His two Latin poems, '_Fides
+quæ sola justificat non est sine spe et dilectione_' and '_Baptismus non
+tollit futura peccata_,' were first published in 1648. TURNBULL was
+either ignorant of their existence or intentionally suppressed them.
+
+Our Worthy did not long remain in England. He retired to France; and his
+little genial poem on sending 'two green apricocks' to COWLEY sheds a
+gleam of light on his residence in Paris. COWLEY was in the 'gay city'
+in 1646 as Secretary to LORD JERMYN; and inasmuch as the volume of that
+year contained his own alternate-poem on 'Hope,' I like to imagine that
+he carried over a copy of it to CRASHAW, and renewed their old
+friendship. COWLEY, it is told, found our Poet in great poverty: but
+CAR'S verses somewhat lighten the gloom. The 'Secretary' of LORD JERMYN
+introduced his friend to the Queen of Charles I., who was then a
+fugitive in Paris. So it usually runs: but CRASHAW had previously 'sung'
+of and to her Majesty. From the Queen the Poet obtained letters of
+recommendation to Italy; and from a contemporary notice, hereafter to be
+used, we learn he became 'Secretary' at Rome to CARDINAL PALOTTA. He
+appears to have remained in Rome until 1649-50, and by very 'plain
+speech' on the moralities, that is immoralities, of certain
+ecclesiastics, to have drawn down on himself Italian jealousy and
+threats. His 'good' Cardinal provided a place of shelter in the
+Lady-chapel of LORETTO, of which he was made a Canon. But his abode
+there was very brief; for, by a document sent me from Loretto, I
+ascertained that he died of fever after a few weeks' residence only, and
+was buried within the chapel there, in 1650.[8] COWLEY shed 'melodious
+tears' over his dear friend, in which he turns to fine account his
+'_fever_' end: and with his priceless tribute, of which DR. JOHNSON
+said, 'In these verses there are beauties which common authors may
+justly think not only above their attainment, but above their
+ambition,'[9]--I close for the present our Memoir:
+
+
+ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW.
+
+    Poet and Saint! to thee alone are giv'n
+    The two most sacred names of Earth and Heav'n,
+    The hardest, rarest union which can be
+    Next that of godhead with humanity.
+    Long did the Muses banish'd slaves abide,
+    And built vain pyramids to mortal pride;
+    Like Moses thou (tho' spells and charms withstand)
+    Hast brought them nobly home, back to their Holy Land.
+
+      Ah, wretched we, Poets of Earth! but thou
+    Wert living, the same Poet which thou'rt now;
+    Whilst angels sing to thee their ayres divine,
+    And joy in an applause so great as thine.
+    Equal society with them to hold,
+    Thou need'st not make new songs, but say the old;
+    And they (kind spirits!) shall all rejoice to see,
+    How little less than they, exalted man may be.
+
+      Still the old heathen gods in numbers dwell,
+    The heav'nliest thing on Earth still keeps up Hell:
+    Nor have we yet quite purg'd the Christian land;
+    Still idols here, like calves at Bethel stand.
+    And tho' Pan's death long since all or'cles broke,
+    Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke;
+    Nay, with the worst of heathen dotage, we
+    (Vain men!) the monster woman deifie;
+    Find stars, and tie our fates there in a face,
+    And Paradise in them, by whom we lost it, place.
+    What diff'rent faults corrupt our Muses thus?
+    Wanton as girls, as old wives, fabulous.
+
+      Thy spotless Muse, like Mary, did contain
+    The boundless Godhead; she did well disdain
+    That her eternal verse employ'd should be
+    On a less subject than eternity;
+    And for a sacred mistress scorn'd to take
+    But her whom God Himself scorn'd not His spouse to make:
+    It (in a kind) her miracle did do,
+    A fruitful mother was, and virgin too.
+
+      How well (blest Swan) did Fate contrive thy death,
+    And made thee render up thy tuneful breath
+    In thy great mistress's arms! Thou most divine,
+    And richest off'ring of Loretto's shrine!
+    Where, like some holy sacrifice t' expire,
+    A fever burns thee, and Love lights the fire.
+    Angels (they say) brought the fam'd chappel there,
+    And bore the sacred load in triumph thro' the air:
+    'Tis surer much they brought thee there; and they,
+    And thou, their charge, went singing all the way.
+
+      Pardon, my Mother-Church, if I consent
+    That angels led him, when from thee he went;
+    For ev'n in error, sure no danger is,
+    When join'd with so much piety as his.
+    Ah! mighty God, with shame I speak't, and grief;
+    Ah! that our greatest faults were in belief!
+    And our weak reason were ev'n weaker yet,
+    Rather than thus, our wills too strong for it.
+    His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
+    Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right:
+    And I, myself, a Catholick will be;
+    So far at least, great Saint! to pray to thee.
+
+      Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow
+    On us, the Poets militant below:
+    Oppos'd by our old enemy, adverse Chance,
+    Attack'd by Envy and by Ignorance;
+    Enchain'd by Beauty, tortur'd by desires,
+    Expos'd by tyrant-love, to savage beasts and fires.
+    Thou from low Earth in nobler flames didst rise,
+    And like Elijah, mount alive the skies.
+    Elisha-like (but with a wish much less,
+    More fit thy greatness and my littleness;)
+    Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove
+    So humble to esteem, so good to love)
+    Not that thy sp'rit might on me doubled be,
+    I ask but half thy mighty sp'rit for me:
+    And when my Muse soars with so strong a wing,
+    'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.[10]
+
+  ALEXANDER B. GROSART.
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+
+  WORKS OF RICHARD CRASHAW.
+
+
+  VOL. I.
+
+  ENGLISH POETRY.
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+The title-pages, with collation, of the original and early editions of
+'Steps to the Temple' and 'The Delights of the Muses' (1646 to 1670) are
+here given successively:
+
+_1st edition_, 1646. (1)
+
+
+
+
+  STEPS
+
+  TO THE
+
+  TEMPLE.
+
+
+  Sacred Poems,
+
+  With other Delights of the
+  MUSES.
+
+  By RICHARD CRASHAW, _sometimes
+  of_ PEMBROKE _Hall, and
+  late Fellow of_ S. Peters _Coll._
+  in Cambridge.
+
+
+  _Printed and Published according to Order._
+
+
+  LONDON,
+  Printed by T.W. for _Humphrey Moseley_, and
+  are to be sold at his shop at the Princes
+  Armes in St _Pauls_ Church-yard.
+  1646.
+
+(2)
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+
+  DELIGHTS
+
+  OF THE
+
+  MUSES.
+
+  OR,
+
+  Other Poems written on
+  severall occasions.
+
+  By RICHARD CRASHAW, _sometimes of_ Pembroke
+  _Hall, and late Fellow of_ St. Peters
+  _Colledge in_ Cambridge.
+
+  Mart. Dic mihi quid melius desidiosus agas.
+
+  London,
+
+  Printed by T.W. for _H. Moseley_, at
+  the Princes Armes in S. _Pauls_
+  Churchyard, 1646. [12o]
+
+Collation: Title-page; the Preface to the Reader, pp. 6; the Author's
+Motto and short Note to Reader, pp. 2 [all unpaged]; 'Steps to the
+Temple,' pp. 99; title-page of 'Delights,' as _supra_, and pp. 103-138;
+the Table, pp. 4.
+
+_2d edition, 1648._
+
+
+
+
+  STEPS
+
+  TO THE
+
+  TEMPLE,
+
+  Sacred Poems.
+
+  With
+
+  The Delights of the Muses.
+
+
+  By RICHARD CRASHAW, _sometimes
+  of_ Pembroke Hall, _and
+  late fellow of_ S. Peters _Coll._
+  in Cambridge.
+
+
+  _The second Edition wherein are added divers
+  pieces not before extant._
+
+
+  LONDON,
+
+  Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_, and are to be
+  sold at his Shop at the Princes Armes
+  in St. _Pauls_ Church-yard.
+  1648. [12o]
+
+The title-page to the 'Delights of the Muses' is exactly the same with
+that of 1646, except the date '1648.' Collation: Engraved title-page;
+title-page (printed); the Preface to the Reader and the Author's Motto,
+pp. 6; 'Steps,' pp. 110; the Table, pp. 4; the 'Delights;' title-page;
+the Table, pp. 3; Poems, pp. 71.
+
+_3d edition, 1652._
+
+
+
+
+  CARMEN
+
+  DEO NOSTRO,
+
+  TE DECET HYMNVS
+
+  SACRED POEMS,
+
+  Collected,
+  Corrected,
+  Avgmented,
+  Most humbly Presented.
+  To
+  My Lady
+  The Covntesse of
+  DENBIGH
+  By
+  Her most deuoted Seruant.
+  R.C.
+
+  In heaty [_sic_] acknowledgment of his immortall
+  obligation to her Goodnes & Charity.
+
+
+  AT PARIS
+
+  By PETER TARGA, Printer to the Archbishope
+  ef [_sic_] Paris, in S. Victors streete at
+  the golden sunne.
+
+  M.DC.LII. [8vo]
+
+
+Collation: Title-page; Verses by CAR, pp. 3; Verse-Letter to Countess of
+Denbigh, pp. 3 [all unpaged]; the Poems, pp. 131. (See our Preface for
+more on this and preceding and succeeding volumes, and for notice of a
+separate edition of the Verse-Letter to the Countess of Denbigh.)
+
+_4th edition, erroneously designated 2d edition_, 1670.
+
+
+
+
+  STEPS
+
+  TO THE
+
+  TEMPLE,
+
+  THE
+  DELIGHTS
+  Of The
+  Muses,
+  and
+  Carmen
+  Deo Nostro.
+
+  By _Ric. Crashaw_, sometimes Fellow of _Pembroke
+  Hall_, and late Fellow of _St. Peters
+  Colledge_ in _Cambridge_.
+
+  _The 2d. Edition._
+
+  In the Savoy,
+
+  Printed by T.N. for _Henry Herringham_ at the
+  _Blew Anchor_ in the _Lower Walk_ of the
+  _New Exchange_. 1670. [8vo]
+
+Collation: Engraving of a 'Temple;' title-page; the Preface to the
+Reader and the Author's Motto, pp. 8; the Table, pp. 6 [all unpaged];
+'Steps,' pp. 77; 'Delights,' pp. 81-137; 'Carmen Deo Nostro, Te Decet
+Hymnvs,' pp. 141-208. For later editions see our Preface, as before, and
+for details on all, early and recent, and Manuscripts; and also our
+Memorial-Introduction and Essay. The 'Preface' of 1646 was reprinted in
+1648 without change, save a few slight orthographical differences, and
+these: p. xlvi. line 3, 'their' for 'its dearest:' p. xlvii. line 1,
+'subburd' for 'suburb:' and ibid, line 19, 'then' for 'than:' 1648 our
+text. It follows this Note in its own place. G.
+
+
+
+
+STEPS TO THE TEMPLE, &c.
+
+
+THE PREFACE TO THE READER.
+
+
+  LEARNED READER,
+
+The Author's friend will not usurpe much upon thy eye: This is onely for
+those whom the name of our divine Poet hath not yet seized[11] into
+admiration. I dare undertake that what JAMBLICUS[12] (_in vita
+Pythagoræ_) affirmeth of his Master, at his contemplations, these Poems
+can, viz. They shall lift thee, Reader, some yards above the ground:
+and, as in _Pythagoras_ Schoole, every temper was first tuned into a
+height by severall proportions of Musick, and spiritualiz'd for one of
+his weighty lectures; so maist thou take a poem hence, and tune thy
+soule by it, into a heavenly pitch;[13] and thus refined and borne up
+upon the wings of meditation, in these Poems thou maist talke freely of
+God, and of that other state.
+
+Here's _Herbert's_[14] second, but equall, who hath retriv'd Poetry of
+late, and return'd it up to its primitive use; let it bound back to
+heaven gates, whence it came. Thinke yee ST. AUGUSTINE would have
+steyned his graver learning with a booke of Poetry, had he fancied its
+dearest end to be the vanity of love-sonnets and epithalamiums? No, no,
+he thought with this our Poet, that every foot in a high-borne verse,
+might helpe to measure the soule into that better world. Divine Poetry,
+I dare hold it in position, against SUAREZ on the subject, to be the
+language of the angels; it is the quintessence of phantasie and
+discourse center'd in Heaven; 'tis the very out-goings of the soule;
+'tis what alone our Author is able to tell you, and that in his owne
+verse.
+
+It were prophane but to mention here in the Preface those under-headed
+Poets, retainers to seven shares and a halfe;[15] madrigall fellowes,
+whose onely businesse in verse, is to rime a poore six-penny soule, a
+suburb-sinner[16] into Hell:--May such arrogant pretenders to Poetry
+vanish, with their prodigious issue of tumorous[17] heats and flashes of
+their adulterate braines, and for ever after, may this our Poet fill up
+the better roome of man. Oh! when the generall arraignment of Poets
+shall be, to give an accompt of their higher soules, with what a
+triumphant brow shall our divine Poet sit above, and looke downe upon
+poore HOMER, VIRGIL, HORACE, CLAUDIAN, &c.? who had amongst them the ill
+lucke to talke out a great part of their gallant genius, upon bees,
+dung, froggs, and gnats, &c., and not as himself here, upon Scriptures,
+divine graces, martyrs and angels.
+
+Reader, we stile his Sacred Poems, Steps to the Temple, and aptly, for
+in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life, in St. Marie's
+Church neere St. Peter's Colledge: there he lodged under TERTULLIAN'S
+roofe of angels; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow
+neere the house of God, where like a primitive saint, he offered more
+prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day; there he
+penned these Poems, STEPS for happy soules to climbe heaven by. And
+those other of his pieces, intituled The Delights of the Muses, (though
+of a more humane mixture) are as sweet as they are innocent.
+
+The praises that follow, are but few of many that might be conferr'd on
+him: he was excellent in five languages (besides his mother tongue),
+vid. Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Italian, Spanish, the two last whereof he had
+little helpe in, they were of his own acquisition.
+
+Amongst his other accomplishments in accademick (as well pious as
+harmlesse arts) he made his skill in Poetry, Musick, Drawing, Limming,
+Graving (exercises of his curious invention and sudden fancy) to be but
+his subservient recreations for vacant houres, not the grand businesse
+of his soule.
+
+To the former qualifications I might adde that which would crowne them
+all, his rare moderation in diet (almost Lessian temperance[18]); he
+never created a Muse out of distempers, nor (with our Canary
+scribblers[19]) cast any strange mists of surfets before the
+intellectuall beames of his mind or memory, the latter of which he was
+so much a master of, that he had there under locke and key in
+readinesse, the richest treasures of the best Greek and Latine poets,
+some of which Authors hee had more at his command by heart, than others
+that onely read their works, to retaine little, and understand lesse.
+
+Enough Reader, I intend not a volume of praises larger than his booke,
+nor need I longer transport thee to think over his vast perfections: I
+will conclude all that I have impartially writ of this learned young
+Gent. (now dead to us) as he himselfe doth, with the last line of his
+poem upon Bishop Andrews' picture before his Sermons: _Verte paginas_,
+
+    'Look on his following leaves, and see him breath.'[20]
+
+  THE AUTHOR'S MOTTO.
+
+    Live Iesus, live, and let it bee
+    My life, to dye for love of Thee.
+
+
+
+
+  Sacred Poetry.
+
+
+  I.
+
+  STEPS TO THE TEMPLE
+
+  (1648),
+
+  AND
+
+  CARMEN DEO NOSTRO &c.
+
+  (1652).
+
+
+
+
+SAINTE MARY MAGDALENE, OR THE WEEPER.[21]
+
+
+    Loe! where a wounded heart with bleeding eyes conspire.
+    Is she a flaming fountain, or a weeping fire?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE WEEPER.[22]
+
+
+I.
+
+            Hail, sister springs!                               1
+        Parents of syluer-footed rills!
+        Euer-bubling things!
+    Thawing crystall! snowy hills
+    Still spending, neuer spent! I mean                         5
+    Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene!
+
+
+II.
+
+            Heauens thy fair eyes be;
+        Heauens of euer-falling starres.
+        'Tis seed-time still with thee;
+        And starres thou sow'st, whose haruest dares           10
+    Promise the Earth, to counter-shine
+    Whateuer makes heaun's forehead fine.
+
+
+III.
+
+            But we' are deceiuèd all:
+        Starres indeed they are too true;
+        For they but seem to fall,                             15
+        As heaun's other spangles doe:
+    It is not for our Earth and vs
+    To shine in things so pretious.
+
+
+IV.
+
+            Vpwards thou dost weep:
+        Heaun's bosome drinks the gentle stream.               20
+        Where th' milky riuers creep,
+        Thine floates aboue, and is the cream.
+    Waters aboue th' heauns, what they be
+    We' are taught best by thy teares and thee.
+
+
+V.
+
+            Euery morn from hence,                             25
+        A brisk cherub something sippes,
+        Whose sacred influence
+        Addes sweetnes to his sweetest lippes;
+    Then to his musick; and his song
+    Tasts of this breakfast all day long.                      30
+
+
+VI.
+
+            When some new bright guest
+        Takes vp among the starres a room,
+        And Heaun will make a feast:
+        Angels with crystall violls come                 _phials_
+    And draw from these full eyes of thine,                    35
+    Their Master's water, their own wine.
+
+
+VII.
+
+            The deaw no more will weep
+        The primrose's pale cheek to deck:
+        The deaw no more will sleep
+        Nuzzel'd in the lilly's neck;                          40
+    Much rather would it be thy tear,
+    And leaue them both to tremble here.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+            Not the soft gold which
+        Steales from the amber-weeping tree,
+        Makes Sorrow halfe so rich                             45
+        As the drops distil'd from thee.
+    Sorrowe's best iewels lye in these
+    Caskets, of which Heaven keeps the keyes.
+
+
+IX.
+
+            When Sorrow would be seen
+        In her brightest majesty:                              50
+        (For she is a Queen):
+        Then is she drest by none but thee.
+    Then, and only then, she weares
+    Her proudest pearles: I mean, thy teares.
+
+
+X.
+
+
+            Not in the Euening's eyes,                         55
+        When they red with weeping are
+        For the Sun that dyes;
+        Sitts Sorrow with a face so fair.
+    Nowhere but here did ever meet
+    Sweetnesse so sad, sadnesse so sweet.                      60
+
+
+XI.
+
+            Sadnesse all the while
+        Shee sits in such a throne as this,
+        Can doe nought but smile,
+        Nor beleeves she Sadnesse is:
+    Gladnesse it selfe would be more glad,                     65
+    To bee made soe sweetly sad.
+
+
+XII.
+
+            There's no need at all,
+        That the balsom-sweating bough
+        So coyly should let fall
+        His med'cinable teares; for now                        70
+    Nature hath learnt to' extract a deaw
+    More soueraign and sweet, from you.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+            Yet let the poore drops weep
+        (Weeping is the ease of Woe):
+        Softly let them creep,                                 75
+        Sad that they are vanquish't so.
+    They, though to others no releife,
+    Balsom may be for their own greife.
+
+
+XIV.
+
+            Golden though he be,
+        Golden Tagus murmures though.                          80
+        Were his way by thee,
+        Content and quiet he would goe;
+    Soe much more rich would he esteem
+    Thy syluer, then his golden stream.
+
+
+XV.
+
+            Well does the May that lyes                        85
+        Smiling in thy cheeks, confesse
+        The April in thine eyes;
+        Mutuall sweetnesse they expresse.
+    No April ere lent kinder showres,
+    Nor May return'd more faithfull flowres.                   90
+
+
+XVI.
+
+            O cheeks! Bedds of chast loues,
+        By your own showres seasonably dash't.
+        Eyes! Nests of milky doues,
+        In your own wells decently washt.
+    O wit of Loue! that thus could place                       95
+    Fountain and garden in one face.
+
+
+XVII.
+
+            O sweet contest! of woes
+        With loues; of teares with smiles disputing!
+        O fair and freindly foes,
+        Each other kissing and confuting!                     100
+    While rain and sunshine, cheekes and eyes
+    Close in kind contrarietyes.
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+            But can these fair flouds be
+        Freinds with the bosom-fires that fill thee!
+        Can so great flames agree                             105
+        Æternal teares should thus distill thee!
+    O flouds! O fires! O suns! O showres!
+    Mixt and made freinds by Loue's sweet powres.
+
+
+XIX.
+
+            'Twas his well-pointed dart
+        That digg'd these wells, and drest this wine;         110
+        And taught the wounded heart
+        The way into these weeping eyn.
+    Vain loues auant! bold hands forbear!
+    The Lamb hath dipp't His white foot here.
+
+
+XX.
+
+            And now where'ere He strayes,                     115
+        Among the Galilean mountaines,
+        Or more vnwellcome wayes;
+        He's follow'd by two faithfull fountaines;
+    Two walking baths, two weeping motions,
+    Portable, and compendious oceans.                         120
+
+
+XXI.
+
+            O thou, thy Lord's fair store!
+        In thy so rich and rare expenses,
+        Euen when He show'd most poor
+        He might prouoke the wealth of princes.
+    What prince's wanton'st pride e'er could                  125
+    Wash with syluer, wipe with gold?
+
+
+XXII.
+
+            Who is that King, but He
+        Who calls 't His crown, to be call'd thine,
+        That thus can boast to be
+        Waited on by a wandring mine,                         130
+    A voluntary mint, that strowes
+    Warm, syluer showres wher're He goes?
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+            O pretious prodigall!
+        Fair spend-thrift of thy-self! thy measure
+        (Mercilesse loue!) is all.                            135
+        Euen to the last pearle in thy threasure: _thesaurus_, Latin.
+    All places, times, and obiects be
+    Thy teares' sweet opportunity.
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+          Does the day-starre rise?
+      Still thy teares doe fall and fall.                     140
+      Does Day close his eyes?
+      Still the fountain weeps for all.
+    Let Night or Day doe what they will,
+    Thou hast thy task: thou weepest still.
+
+
+XXV.
+
+          Does thy song lull the air?                         145
+      Thy falling teares keep faithfull time.
+      Does thy sweet-breath'd praire
+      Vp in clouds of incense climb?
+    Still at each sigh, that is, each stop,
+    A bead, that is, a tear, does drop.                       150
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+          At these thy weeping gates
+      (Watching their watry motion),
+      Each wingèd moment waits:
+      Takes his tear, and gets him gone.
+    By thine ey's tinct enobled thus,                         155
+    Time layes him vp; he's pretious.
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+          Time, as by thee He passes,
+      Makes thy ever-watry eyes
+      His hower-glasses.
+      By them His steps He rectifies.                         160
+    The sands He us'd, no longer please,
+    For His owne sands Hee'l use thy seas.
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+          Not, 'so long she liuèd,'
+      Shall thy tomb report of thee;
+      But, 'so long she grieuèd:'                             165
+      Thus must we date thy memory.
+    Others by moments, months, and yeares
+    Measure their ages; thou, by teares.
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+          So doe perfumes expire,
+      So sigh tormented sweets, opprest                       170
+      With proud vnpittying fire.
+      Such teares the suffring rose, that's vext
+    With vngentle flames, does shed,
+    Sweating in a too warm bed.
+
+
+XXX.
+
+          Say, ye bright brothers,                            175
+      The fugitiue sons of those fair eyes,
+      Your fruitfull mothers!
+      What make you here? what hopes can 'tice
+    You to be born? what cause can borrow
+    You from those nests of noble sorrow?                     180
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+          Whither away so fast?
+      For sure the sluttish earth
+      Your sweetnes cannot tast,
+      Nor does the dust deserve your birth.
+    Sweet, whither hast you then? O say                       185
+    Why you trip so fast away?
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+          We goe not to seek
+      The darlings of Aurora's bed,
+      The rose's modest cheek,
+      Nor the violet's humble head.                           190
+    Though the feild's eyes too Weepers be,
+    Because they want such teares as we.
+
+
+XXXIII.
+
+          Much lesse mean we to trace
+      The fortune of inferior gemmes,
+      Preferr'd to some proud face,                           195
+      Or pertch't vpon fear'd diadems:
+    Crown'd heads are toyes. We goe to meet
+    A worthy object, our Lord's feet.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+With some shortcomings--superficial rather than substantive--'The
+Weeper' is a lovely poem, and well deserves its place of honour at the
+commencement of the 'Steps to the Temple,' as in editions of 1646, 1648,
+and 1670. Accordingly we have spent the utmost pains on our text of it,
+taking for basis that of 1652. The various readings of the different
+editions and of the SANCROFT MS. are given below for the capable student
+of the ultimate perfected form. I have not hesitated to correct several
+misprints of the text of 1652 from the earlier editions.
+
+The present poem appears very imperfectly in the first edition (1646),
+consisting there of only twenty-three stanzas instead of thirty-three
+(and so too in 1670 edition). The stanzas that are not given therein are
+xvi. to xxix. (on the last see onward). But on the other hand, exclusive
+of interesting variations, the text of 1646 supplies two entire stanzas
+(xi. and xxvii.) dropped out in the editions of 1648 and 1652, though
+both are in 1670 edition and in the SANCROFT MS. Moreover I accept the
+succession of the stanzas in 1646, so far as it goes, confirmed as it is
+by the SANCROFT MS. A third stanza in 1652 edition (st. xi. there) as
+also in 1648 edition, I omit, as it belongs self-revealingly to 'The
+Teare,' and interrupts the metaphor in 'The Weeper.' Another stanza
+(xxix.) might seem to demand excision also, as it is in part repeated in
+'The Teare;' but the new lines are dainty and would be a loss to 'The
+Weeper.' Our text therefore is that of 1652, as before, with
+restorations from 1646.
+
+The form of the stanza in the editions of 1646, 1648 and 1670 is thus:
+
+         _______________________________
+         _______________________________
+              __________________________
+         _______________________________
+    ____________________________________
+    ____________________________________
+
+In 1652 from stanza xv. (there) to end,
+
+         _______________________________
+         _______________________________
+         _______________________________
+         _______________________________
+    ____________________________________
+    ____________________________________
+
+but I have made all uniform, and agreeably to above of 1652.
+
+I would now submit variations, illustrations and corrections, under the
+successive stanzas and lines.
+
+Couplet on the engraving of 'The Weeper.' In 1652 'Sainte' is misprinted
+'Sanite,' one of a number that remind us that the volume was printed in
+Paris, not London. In all the other editions the heading 'Sainte Mary
+Magdalene' is omitted.
+
+St. i. line 2. 1646, 1648 and 1670 editions read 'silver-forded.' Were
+it only for the reading of the text of 1652 'silver-footed,' I should
+have been thankful for it; and I accept it the more readily in that the
+SANCROFT MS. from Crashaw's own copy, also reads 'silver-footed.' The
+Homeric compound epithet occurs in HERRICK contemporarily in his
+_Hesperides_,
+
+    'I send, I send here my supremest kiss
+    To thee, my _silver-footed_ Thamasis'
+
+[that is, the river Thames]. WILLIAM BROWNE earlier, has 'faire
+_silver-footed_ Thetis' (Works by Hazlitt, i. p. 188). Cf. also the
+first line of the Elegy on Dr. Porter in our 'Airelles'--printed for the
+first time by us: 'Stay silver-footed Came.'
+
+With reference to the long-accepted reading 'silver-_forded_,' the
+epithet is loosely used not for in the state of being forded, but for in
+a state to be forded, or fordable, and hence shallow. The thought is not
+quite the same as that intended to be conveyed by such a phrase as
+'silver stream of Thames,' but pictures the bright, pellucid, silvery
+whiteness of a clear mountain rill. As silver-shallow--a meaning which,
+as has been said, cannot be fairly obtained from it--can it alone be
+taken as a double epithet. In any other sense the hyphen is only an
+attempt to connect two qualities which refuse to be connected. All
+difficulty and obscurity are removed by 'silver-footed.'
+
+St. iii. line 1. The. 'we'' may be = wee, as printed in 1646, but in
+1648 it is 'we are,' and in 1670 'we're,' and in the last, line 2,
+'they're.' The SANCROFT MS. in line 2, reads 'they are indeed' for
+'indeed they are.'
+
+St. iv. line 4, 1646 and 1670 have 'crawles' and 'crawls' respectively,
+for 'floates,' as in 1648 and our text. The SANCROFT MS. also reads
+'crawles.' In line 3, 1646 and 1670 'meet' is inadvertently substituted
+for 'creep.'
+
+Lines 5 and 6, 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Heaven, of such faire floods as this,
+    Heaven the christall ocean is.'
+
+So too the SANCROFT MS., save that for 'this' it has 'these.'
+
+St. v. line 2. 'Brisk' is = active, nimble. So--and something
+more--SHAKESPEARE: 'he made me mad, to see him shine so _brisk_' (1
+Henry IV. 3).
+
+Line 3. 1646, 1670 and SANCROFT MS. read 'soft' for 'sacred' of 1652 and
+1648.
+
+Line 6, 'Breakfast.' See our Essay on this and similar homely words,
+with parallels. 1648 reads 'his' for '_this_ breakfast.'
+
+St. vi. line 4, 'violls' = 'phials' or small bottles. The reading in
+1646 and 1670 is 'Angels with their _bottles_ come.' So also in the
+SANCROFT MS.
+
+St. vii. line 4. 'Nuzzeld' = nestled or nourished. In quaint old DR.
+WORSHIP'S Sermons, we have 'dew _cruzzle_ on his cheek' (p. 91).
+
+Lines 1 and 3, 'deaw' = 'dew.' This was the contemporary spelling, as it
+was long before in SIR JOHN DAVIES, the FLETCHERS and others in our
+Fuller Worthies' Library, _s.v._
+
+Lines 5 and 6. 1646, 1670 and SANCROFT MS. read
+
+    'Much rather would it tremble heere
+    And leave them both to bee thy teare.'
+
+1648 is as our text (1652).
+
+St. ix. A hasty reader may judge this stanza to have been displaced by
+the xith, but a closer examination reveals a new vein (so-to-say) of the
+thought. It is characteristic of Crashaw to give a first-sketch, and
+afterwards fill in other details to complete the scene or portraiture.
+
+St. xi. Restored from 1646.
+
+St. xii. line 1. 1646, 1648 and 1670 read 'There is.'
+
+Line 4, '_med'cinable_ teares.' So SHAKESPEARE (nearly): 'their
+_medicinal_ gum' (Othello, v. 2).
+
+St. xiii. line 2. 1646 and 1670 unhappily misprint 'case;' and TURNBULL
+passed the deplorable blunder and perpetuated it.
+
+Line 5. Our text (1652) misprints 'draw' for 'deaw' = dew, as before.
+
+Line 6. 1646 and 1670 read 'May balsame.'
+
+St. xiv. line 3. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Might he flow from thee.'
+
+TURNBULL misses the rhythmical play in the first and second 'though,'
+and punctuates the second so as to read with next line. I make a
+full-stop as in the SANCROFT MS.
+
+Line 4, ib. read
+
+    'Content and quiet would he goe.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+Line 5, ib. read
+
+    'Richer far does he esteeme.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+St. xv. lines 5 and 6, ib. read
+
+    'No April e're lent softer showres,
+    Nor May returned fairer flowers.'
+
+'Faithful' looks deeper: but the SANCROFT MS. agrees with '46 and '70.
+
+St. xvii. line 2, in 1648 misreads
+
+    'With loves and tears, and smils disputing.'
+
+TURNBULL, without the slightest authority, seeing not even in 1670 are
+the readings found, has thus printed lines 2 and 4, 'With loves, of
+tears _with smiles disporting_' ... 'Each other kissing and
+_comforting_'!!
+
+St. xviii. line 2 in 1648 misreads
+
+    'Friends with the balsome fires that fill thee.'
+
+The 'balsome' is an evident misprint, but 'thee' is preferable to 'fill
+you' of our text (1652), and hence I have adopted it.
+
+Line 3 in 1648 reads
+
+    'Cause great flames agree.'
+
+St. xix. line 3, 1648, reads 'that' for 'the.'
+
+Line 4, ib. 'those' for 'these.'
+
+Line 6. cf. Revelations xiv. 5, 'These are they which follow the Lamb
+whithersoever He goeth.'
+
+St. xxi. line 6. 'wipe with gold,' refers to Mary Magdalene's golden
+tresses, as also in st. xxii. 'a voluntary mint.'
+
+Line 4. 'prouoke' = challenge.
+
+St. xxii. line 2. Curiously enough, 1648 edition leaves a blank where we
+read 'calls 't' as in our text (1652). TURNBULL prints 'call'st,' but
+that makes nonsense. It is calls't as = calls it. So too the SANCROFT
+MS. Probably the copy for 1648 was illegible.
+
+St. xxiv. line 1. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Does the Night arise?'
+
+Line 2. Our text (1652) misprints 'starres' for 'teares' of 1646, 1648
+and 1670.
+
+Line 3. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Does Night loose her eyes?'
+
+The SANCROFT MS. reads line 139 'Does the Night arise?' and line 141,
+'Does Niget loose her eyes?'
+
+St. xxv. line 2. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Thy teares' just cadence still keeps time.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+Line 3. Our text (1652) misprints 'paire' for 'praire.' 'Sweet-breath'd'
+should probably be pronounced as the adjectival of the substantive, not
+as the participle of the verb.
+
+Line 6. 1646, 1648 and 1670 read 'doth' for 'does.'
+
+St. xxvi. lines 1 and 2. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Thus dost thou melt the yeare
+    Into a weeping motion.
+    Each minute waiteth heere.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+St. xxvii. Restored from 1646 edition. The SANCROFT MS. in line 168
+miswrites 'teares.'
+
+St. xxviii. line 5. reads in 1646 and 1670
+
+    'Others by dayes, by monthes, by yeares.'
+
+So also the SANCROFT MS., wherein this st. follows our st. xv.
+
+St. xxix. line 3. Our text (1652) misprints 'fires' for 'fire' of 1648.
+
+St. xxx. line 1. Our text (1652) misprints 'Say the bright brothers.'
+1646 and 1670 read 'Say watry Brothers.' So SANCROFT MS. 1648 gives
+'ye,' which I have adopted. The misprint of 'the' in 1652 originated
+doubtless in the printer's reading 'ye,' the usual mode of writing
+'the.'
+
+Line 2. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'Yee simpering ...'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+Line 3, ib. 'fertile' for 'fruitfull.'
+
+Line 4, ib. 'What hath our world that can entice.' So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+Lines 5 and 6, ib.
+
+                            'what is't can borrow
+    You from her eyes, swolne wombes of sorrow.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+St. xxxi. line 2. 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'O whither? for the _sluttish_ Earth:'
+
+and I accept 'sluttish' for 'sordid,' which is also confirmed by
+SANCROFT MS.
+
+Line 4, ib. 'your' for 'their;' and as this is also the reading of 1648
+and SANCROFT MS., I have accepted it.
+
+Line 5. 1646 and 1670 omit 'Sweet.'
+
+Line 6, ib. read 'yee' for 'you.'
+
+St. xxxii. and xxxiii. In 1646 and 1670 these two stanzas are thrown
+into one, viz. 23 (there), which consists of the first four lines of
+xxxii. and the two closing lines of xxxiii. as follows,
+
+    'No such thing; we goe to meet
+    A worthier object, our Lords feet.'
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. also, and reads as last line 'A worthy object, our
+Lord Jesus feet.' On the closing lines of st. xxxii. cf. Sospetto
+d'Herode, st. xlviii.
+
+I have not thought it needful, either in these Notes or hereafter, to
+record the somewhat arbitrary variations of mere orthography in the
+different editions, as 'haile' for 'hail,' 'syluer' for 'silver,' 'hee'
+for 'he,' and the like. But I trust it will be found that no different
+wording has escaped record. G.
+
+
+
+
+SANCTA MARIA DOLORVM, OR THE MOTHER OF SORROWS
+
+_A patheticall Descant vpon the deuout Plainsong of Stabat Mater
+Dolorosa._[23]
+
+
+I.
+
+    In shade of Death's sad tree
+        Stood dolefull shee.
+    Ah she! now by none other
+    Name to be known, alas, but Sorrow's Mother.
+        Before her eyes,                                        5
+    Her's, and the whole World's ioyes,
+    Hanging all torn she sees; and in His woes
+    And paines, her pangs and throes:
+    Each wound of His, from euery part,
+    All, more at home in her one heart.                        10
+
+
+II.
+
+          What kind of marble, than,
+          Is that cold man
+          Who can look on and see,
+    Nor keep such noble sorrowes company?
+          Sure eu'en from you                                  15
+          (My flints) some drops are due,
+    To see so many unkind swords contest
+          So fast for one soft brest:
+    While with a faithfull, mutuall floud,
+    Her eyes bleed teares, His wounds weep blood.              20
+
+
+III.
+
+          O costly intercourse
+          Of deaths, and worse--
+          Diuided loues. While Son and mother
+    Discourse alternate wounds to one another,
+          Quick deaths that grow                               25
+          And gather, as they come and goe:
+    His nailes write swords in her, which soon her heart
+          Payes back, with more then their own smart.
+    Her swords, still growing with His pain,
+    Turn speares, and straight come home again.                30
+
+
+IV.
+
+          She sees her Son, her God,
+          Bow with a load
+          Of borrow'd sins; and swimme
+    In woes that were not made for Him.
+          Ah! hard command                                     35
+          Of loue! Here must she stand,
+    Charg'd to look on, and with a stedfast ey
+          See her life dy:
+    Leauing her only so much breath
+    As serues to keep aliue her death.                         40
+
+
+V.
+
+          O mother turtle-doue!
+          Soft sourse of loue!
+          That these dry lidds might borrow
+    Somthing from thy full seas of sorrow!
+          O in that brest                                      45
+          Of thine (the noblest nest
+    Both of Loue's fires and flouds) might I recline
+          This hard, cold heart of mine!
+    The chill lump would relent, and proue
+    Soft subject for the seige of Loue.                        50
+
+
+VI.
+
+          O teach those wounds to bleed
+          In me; me, so to read
+          This book of loues, thus writ
+    In lines of death, my life may coppy it
+          With loyall cares.                                   55
+          O let me, here, claim shares!
+    Yeild somthing in thy sad prærogatiue
+          (Great queen of greifes), and giue
+    Me, too, my teares; who, though all stone,
+    Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone.                 60
+
+
+VII.
+
+          Yea, let my life and me
+          Fix here with thee,
+          And at the humble foot
+    Of this fair tree, take our eternall root.
+          That so we may                                       65
+          At least be in Loue's way;
+    And in these chast warres, while the wing'd wounds flee
+          So fast 'twixt Him and thee,
+    My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart,
+    Though as at second hand, from either heart.               70
+
+
+VIII.
+
+          O you, your own best darts,
+          Dear, dolefull hearts!
+          Hail! and strike home, and make me see
+    That wounded bosomes their own weapons be.
+          Come wounds! come darts!                             75
+          Nail'd hands! and peircèd hearts!
+    Come your whole selues, Sorrow's great Son and mother!
+          Nor grudge a yonger brother
+    Of greifes his portion, who (had all their due)
+    One single wound should not haue left for you.             80
+
+
+IX.
+
+          Shall I, sett there
+          So deep a share
+          (Dear wounds), and onely now
+    In sorrows draw no diuidend with you?
+          O be more wise,                                      85
+          If not more soft, mine eyes!
+    Flow, tardy founts! and into decent showres
+          Dissolue my dayes and howres.
+    And if thou yet (faint soul!) desert
+    To bleed with Him, fail not to weep with her.              90
+
+
+X.
+
+          Rich queen, lend some releife;
+          At least an almes of greif
+          To' a heart who by sad right of sin
+    Could proue the whole summe (too sure) due to him.
+          By all those stings                                  95
+          Of Loue, sweet-bitter things,
+    Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart;
+          O teach mine too the art
+    To study Him so, till we mix
+    Wounds, and become one crucifix.                          100
+
+
+XI.
+
+          O let me suck the wine
+          So long of this chast Vine,
+          Till drunk of the dear wounds, I be
+    A lost thing to the world, as it to me.
+          O faithfull friend                                  105
+          Of me and of my end!
+    Fold vp my life in loue; and lay't beneath
+          My dear Lord's vitall death.
+    Lo, heart, thy hope's whole plea! her pretious breath
+    Pour'd out in prayrs for thee; thy Lord's in death.       110
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+St. i. line 10. In 1648 the reading is
+
+    'Are more at home in her Owne heart.'
+
+In 1670. 'All, more at home in her own heart.' I think 'all' and 'one'
+of our text (1652) preferable. There is a world of pathos in the latter.
+Cf. st. ii. line 8.
+
+St. ii. line 1. On the change of orthography for rhyme, see our PHINEAS
+FLETCHER, vol. ii. 206; and our LORD BROOKE, VAUGHAN, &c. &c., show
+'then' and 'than' used as in Crashaw.
+
+St. vi. line 3. In 1648 the reading is 'love;' 1670 as our text (1652).
+The plural includes the twofold love of Son and mother.
+
+Line 7, ib. 'to' for 'in.'
+
+Line 9, ib. 'Oh give' at commencement. 1670, 'to' for 'too.'
+
+St. vii. and viii. These two stanzas do not appear in 1648 edition, but
+appear in 1670.
+
+St. vii. line 4. By 'tree' the Cross is meant. Cf. st. i. line 1.
+
+St. ix. line 1. 1648 edition supplies the two words required by the
+measure of the other stanzas, 'in sins.' They are dropped inadvertently
+in 1652 and 1670. Turnbull failed as usual to detect the omission.
+
+Line 4. 1648 spells 'Divident.'
+
+Lines 5 and 6. I have accepted correction of our text (1652) from 1648
+edition, in line 6, of 'If' for 'Is,' which is also the reading of 1670.
+1648 substitutes 'just' for 'soft;' but 1670 does not adopt it, nor can
+I.
+
+St. x. line 1. 1648 reads 'Lend, O lend some reliefe.'
+
+Line 9 reads 'To studie thee so.'
+
+St. xi. line 3, ib. reads 'thy' for 'the.'
+
+Line 8, ib. reads 'Thy deare lost vitall death.'
+
+Line 10. I have adopted from 1648 'in thy Lord's death' for 'thy lord's
+in death' of our text (1652).
+
+Turnbull has some sad misprints in this poem: _e.g._ st. ii. line 4,
+'sorrow's' for 'sorrows;' st. iii. line 2, 'death's' for 'deaths;' st.
+vi. line 9, 'Me to' for 'Me, too;' st. x. line 2, 'in' for 'an,' and
+line 3, 'a' mis-inserted before 'sad.' Except in the 'Me to' of st. vi.,
+he had not even the poor excuse of following the text of 1670. G.
+
+
+
+
+THE TEARE.[24]
+
+
+I.
+
+    What bright-soft thing is this,
+      Sweet Mary, thy faire eyes' expence?
+          A moist sparke it is,
+      A watry diamond; from whence
+    The very tearme, I think, was found,                        5
+    The water of a diamond.
+
+
+II.
+
+      O, 'tis not a teare:
+      'Tis a star about to dropp
+          From thine eye, its spheare;
+      The sun will stoope and take it up:                      10
+    Proud will his sister be, to weare
+    This thine eyes' iewell in her eare.
+
+
+III.
+
+      O, 'tis a teare,
+      Too true a teare; for no sad eyne,
+          How sad so 'ere,                                     15
+      Raine so true a teare, as thine;
+    Each drop leaving a place so deare,
+    Weeps for it self; is its owne teare.
+
+
+IV.
+
+      Such a pearle as this is,
+      Slipt from Aurora's dewy brest--                         20
+          The rose-bud's sweet lipp kisses;
+      And such the rose it self that's vext
+    With ungentle flames, does shed,
+    Sweating in a too warm bed.
+
+
+V.
+
+      Such the maiden gem,                                     25
+      By the purpling vine put on,
+          Peeps from her parent stem,
+      And blushes on the bridegroom sun;
+    The watry blossome of thy eyne
+    Ripe, will make the richer wine.                           30
+
+
+VI.
+
+      Faire drop, why quak'st thou so?
+      'Cause thou streight must lay thy head
+          In the dust? O, no!
+      The dust shall never be thy bed:
+    A pillow for thee will I bring,                            35
+    Stuft with downe of angel's wing.
+
+
+VII.
+
+      Thus carried up on high
+      (For to Heaven thou must goe),
+          Sweetly shalt thou lye,
+      And in soft slumbers bath thy woe,                       40
+    Till the singing orbes awake thee,
+    And one of their bright chorus make thee.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+      There thy selfe shalt bee
+      An eye, but not a weeping one;
+          Yet I doubt of thee,                                 45
+      Whether th' had'st rather there have shone
+    An eye of heaven; or still shine here,
+    In the heaven of Marie's eye, a TEARE.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+It is to be re-noted that st. v. is identical in all save 'watry' for
+'bridegroom' with st. xi. of 'The Weeper' as given in text of 1652, and
+that st. iv. has two lines from st. xxix. of the same poem. Neither of
+these stanzas appear in 'The Weeper' of 1646. As stated in relative
+foot-note, I have withdrawn the former from 'The Weeper.' We may be sure
+it was inadvertently inserted in 1652, seeing that the very next stanza
+closes with the same word 'wine' as in it: a fault which our Poet never
+could have passed. It is to be noticed too that 'The Teare' did not
+appear in the edition of 1652. By transferring the stanza to 'The Teare'
+as in 1646, 1648 and 1670 editions, a blemish is removed from 'The
+Weeper,' while in 'The Teare' it is a vivid addition. The 'such' of line
+1 links it naturally on to st. iv. with its 'such.'
+
+Our text follows that of 1648 except in st. v. line 4, where I adopt the
+reading of 1652 in 'The Weeper' (there st. xi.) of 'bridegroom'
+(misprinted 'bridegrooms') for 'watry,' and that I correct in st. vii.
+line 6, the misprint 'the' for 'thee,'--the latter being found in 1646
+and 1670. With reference to st. v. again, in line 5 in 'The Weeper' of
+1648 the reading is 'balsome' for 'blossom.' The 'ripe' of line 6
+settles (I think) that 'blossom' is the right word, as the ripe blossom
+is = the grape, to the rich lucent-white drops of which the Weeper's
+tears are likened. 'Balsome' doesn't make wine. I have adopted from st.
+xi. of 'The Weeper' of 1652 the reading 'the purpling vine' for 'the
+wanton Spring' of 1646, 1648 and 1670. The SANCROFT MS. in st. i. line
+2, reads 'expends' for 'expence;' st. iv. line 4, 'that's' for 'when;'
+st. v. line 4, 'manly sunne' for 'bridegroome,' and line 5, 'thine' for
+'thy;' st. viii. line 6, 'I' th'' for 'In th'.' G.
+
+
+
+
+THE OFFICE OF THE HOLY CROSSE.[25]
+
+
+    Tradidit semetipsum pro nobis oblationem et hostiam Deo in odorem
+    suauitatis. _Ad Ephe._ v. 2.
+
+
+THE HOWRES.
+
+
+FOR THE HOVR OF MATINES.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sailing sign!
+
+
+_The Responsory._
+
+    Defend us from our foes and Thine.
+
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lippes, O Lord.
+
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy prayse.
+
+    _V._ O God, make speed to saue me.                          5
+
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me.
+
+
+    Glory be to the FATHER,
+        and to the SON,
+        and to the H[oly] GHOST.
+    As it was in the beginning, is now, and euer               10
+        shall be, world without end. Amen.
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    The wakefull Matines hast to sing
+    The unknown sorrows of our King:
+    The Father's Word and Wisdom, made
+    Man for man, by man's betraid;                             15
+    The World's price sett to sale, and by the bold
+    Merchants of Death and Sin, is bought and sold:
+    Of His best freinds (yea of Himself) forsaken;
+    By His worst foes (because He would) beseig'd and taken.
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+            All hail, fair tree,                               20
+            Whose fruit we be!
+            What song shall raise
+            Thy seemly praise,
+            Who broughtst to light
+    Life out of death, Day out of Night!                       25
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+        Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread LAMB! and bow thus low before Thee:
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause, by the couenant of Thy crosse,
+    Thou hast sau'd at once the whole World's losse.
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+    O Lord IESV-CHRIST, Son of the liuing God!                 30
+    interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,
+    Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy
+    iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
+    vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;
+    vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to Thy        35
+    Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners, life and
+    glory euerlasting. Who liuest and reignest with
+    the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost, one
+    God, world without end. Amen.
+
+
+FOR THE HOUR OF PRIME.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sailing sign!                       40
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    Defend vs from our foes and Thine.
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me.
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me.                         45
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    The early Prime blushes to say
+    She could not rise so soon, as they
+    Call'd Pilat vp; to try if he                              50
+    Could lend them any cruelty.
+        Their hands with lashes arm'd, their toungs with lyes
+    And loathsom spittle, blott those beauteous eyes,
+    The blissfull springs of ioy; from whose all-chearing ray
+    The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires, the sun him-
+             self drinks day.                                  55
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+            Victorious sign
+            That now dost shine,
+            Transcrib'd aboue
+    Into the land of light and loue;
+            O let vs twine                                     60
+            Our rootes with thine,
+            That we may rise
+    Vpon thy wings, and reach the skyes.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+          Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread Lamb! and fall                                       65
+          Thus low before Thee.
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse
+    Thou hast sau'd at once the whole World's losse.
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+    O LORD IESV-CHRIST, Son of the liuing God!
+    interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,          70
+    Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy
+    iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
+    vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;
+    vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to
+    Thy Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners,              75
+    life and glory euerlasting. Who liuest and reignest
+    with the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost,
+    one God, world without end. Amen.
+
+
+THE THIRD.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sauing sign,
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    Defend vs from our foes and Thine.                         80
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me.
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me.
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.                                      85
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    The third hour's deafen'd with the cry
+    Of crucify Him, crucify.
+    So goes the vote (nor ask them, why?),
+    Liue Barabbas! and let God dy.                             90
+    But there is witt in wrath, and they will try
+    A hail more cruell then their crucify.
+    For while in sport He weares a spitefull crown
+    The serious showres along His decent Face run sadly down.
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+        Christ when He dy'd                                    95
+        Deceiu'd the Crosse;
+        And on Death's side
+        Threw all the losse.
+    The captiue World awak't and found
+    The prisoners loose, the iaylor bound.                    100
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+      Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread LAMB, and fall
+      Thus low before Thee.
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse
+    Thou hast sau'd at once the whole World's losse.          105
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+      O Lord IESV-CHRIST, Son of the liuing God!
+    interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,
+    Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy
+    iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
+    vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;          110
+    vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to
+    Thy Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners,
+    life and glory everlasting. Who liuest and reignest
+    with the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost,
+    one God, world without end. Amen.                         115
+
+
+THE SIXT.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sauing sign!
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+        Defend vs from our foes and Thine.
+
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.
+
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me!                        120
+
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me!
+
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.
+
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    Now is the noon of Sorrow's night:
+    High in His patience, as their spite,                     125
+    Lo, the faint Lamb, with weary limb
+    Beares that huge tree which must bear Him!
+    That fatall plant, so great of fame
+    For fruit of sorrow and of shame,
+    Shall swell with both, for Him, and mix                   130
+    All woes into one crucifix.
+    Is tortur'd thirst itselfe too sweet a cup?
+    Gall, and more bitter mocks, shall make it vp.
+    Are nailes, blunt pens of superficiall smart?
+    Contempt and scorn can send sure wounds to
+            search the inmost heart.                          135
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+        O deare and sweet dispute
+    'Twixt Death's and Loue's farr different fruit!
+        Different as farr
+    As antidotes and poysons are.
+        By that first fatall tree                             140
+        Both life and liberty
+        Were sold and slain;
+    By this they both look vp, and liue again.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+        Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before Thee.                 145
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse,
+    Thou hast sau'd the World from certain losse.
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+        O Lord IESV-CHRIST, Son of the liuing God!
+    interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,
+    Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy           150
+    iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
+    vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;
+    vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to
+    Thy Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners,
+    life and glory euerlasting. Who liuest and reignest       155
+    with the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost,
+    one God, world without end. Amen.
+
+
+THE NINTH.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sauing sign,
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+        Defend vs from our foes and Thine.
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord.                     160
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me!
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me!
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.                                165
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    The ninth with awfull horror hearkened to those groanes
+    Which taught attention eu'n to rocks and stones.
+    Hear, Father, hear! Thy Lamb (at last) complaines
+    Of some more painfull thing then all His paines.
+    Then bowes His all-obedient head, and dyes                170
+    His own lou's and our sins' GREAT SACRIFICE.
+    The sun saw that, and would haue seen no more;
+    The center shook: her vselesse veil th' inglorious Temple tore.
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+        O strange, mysterious strife
+    Of open Death and hidden Life!                            175
+    When on the crosse my King did bleed,
+    Life seem'd to dy, Death dy'd indeed.[26]
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+        Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread Lamb! and fall
+    Thus low before Thee.                                     180
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse
+    Thou hast sau'd at once the whole World's losse.
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+    O Lord Iesv-Christ, Son of the liuing God!
+    interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,
+
+
+    Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy           185
+    iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
+    vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;
+    vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to
+    Thy Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners,
+    life and glory euerlasting. Who liuest and reignest       190
+    with the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost,
+    one God, world without end. Amen.
+
+
+EVENSONG.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sauing sign!
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+                Defend vs from our foes and Thine.
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord!                     195
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me!
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me!
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.                                200
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    But there were rocks would not relent at this:
+    Lo, for their own hearts, they rend His;
+    Their deadly hate liues still, and hath
+    A wild reserve of wanton wrath;
+    Superfluous spear! But there's a heart stands by          205
+    Will look no wounds be lost, no deaths shall dy.
+    Gather now thy Greif's ripe fruit, great mother-maid!
+    Then sitt thee down, and sing thine eu'nsong in the sad tree's shade.
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+          O sad, sweet tree!
+          Wofull and ioyfull we                               210
+    Both weep and sing in shade of thee.
+    When the dear nailes did lock
+    And graft into thy gracious stock
+          The hope, the health,
+          The worth, the wealth                               215
+    Of all the ransom'd World, thou hadst the power
+          (In that propitious hour)
+          To poise each pretious limb,
+    And proue how light the World was, when it weighd with Him.
+          Wide maist thou spred                               220
+    Thine armes, and with thy bright and blissfull head
+    O'relook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown
+    The King Himself is, thou His humble throne,
+    Where yeilding and yet conquering He
+    Prou'd a new path of patient victory:                     225
+    When wondring Death by death was slain,
+    And our Captiuity His captiue ta'ne.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+      Lo, we adore Thee,
+    Dread LAMB! and bow thus low before Thee.
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+    'Cause by the couenant of Thy crosse                      230
+    Thou hast sau'd the World from certain losse.
+
+
+_The Prayer._
+
+    O Lord Iesv-Christ, Son of the liuing, &c.
+
+
+COMPLINE.
+
+
+_The Versicle._
+
+    Lord, by Thy sweet and sauing sign!
+
+
+_The Responsor._
+
+              Defend vs from our foes and Thine.
+    _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord!                     235
+    _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.
+    _V._ O God, make speed to save me!
+    _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me!
+    _V._ Glory be to, &c.
+    _R._ As it was in the, &c.                                240
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    The Complin hour comes last, to call
+    Vs to our own lives' funerall.
+    Ah hartlesse task! yet Hope takes head,
+    And liues in Him that here lyes dead.
+    Run, Mary, run! Bring hither all the blest                245
+    Arabia, for thy royall phoenix' nest;
+    Pour on thy noblest sweets, which, when they touch
+    This sweeter body, shall indeed be such.
+    But must Thy bed, Lord, be a borrow'd graue
+    Who lend'st to all things all the life they haue.         250
+    O rather vse this heart, thus farr a fitter stone,
+    'Cause, though a hard and cold one, yet it is Thine own. Amen.
+
+
+_The Antiphona._
+
+          O saue vs then,
+          Mercyfull King of men!
+          Since Thou wouldst needs be thus                    255
+    A Saviour, and at such a rate, for vs;
+          Saue vs, O saue vs, Lord.
+    We now will own no shorter wish, nor name a narrower word;
+          Thy blood bids vs be bold,
+          Thy wounds giue vs fair hold,                       260
+          Thy sorrows chide our shame:
+    Thy crosse, Thy nature, and Thy name
+          Aduance our claim,
+          And cry with one accord
+          Saue them, O saue them, Lord!                       265
+
+
+THE RECOMMENDATION.[27]
+
+    These Houres, and that which houers o're my end,
+    Into Thy hands and hart, Lord, I commend.
+
+    Take both to Thine account, that I and mine
+    In that hour, and in these, may be all Thine.
+
+    That as I dedicate my deuoutest breath                    270
+    To make a kind of life for my Lord's death,
+
+    So from His liuing and life-giuing death,
+    My dying life may draw a new and neuer fleeting breath.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In the original edition of this composition, as _supra_ (1648), it is
+entitled simply 'Vpon our B[lessed] Saviour's Passion.' What in our text
+(1652) constitute the Hymns, were originally numbered as seven stanzas.
+A few various readings from 1648 will be found below. Our text is given
+in full in 1670 edition, but not very accurately.
+
+_Various readings of the Hymns in 1648 'Steps.'_
+
+  I. Line 1. 'The wakefull dawning hast's to sing.'
+
+      "   2. The allusion is to the petition in the old Litanies,
+  'By all Thine _unknown_ sorrows, good Lord, deliver us.'
+
+       "   8. 'betray'd' for 'beseigd:' the former perhaps superior.
+
+   II. "   1. 'The early Morne.'
+
+       "   2. 'It' for 'she.'
+
+  III. "   5. 'ther's' for 'there is.'
+
+   IV. "   6. 'The fruit' instead of 'for'--a misprint.
+
+    V. "   6. 'our great sins' sacrifice.'
+
+  VII. "   1. 'The Nightening houre'--a curious coinage.
+
+
+In the 'Prayer,' 'unto all quick and dead' is dropped, and reads 'the,'
+not 'Thy,' Church. In line 55 Turnbull reads 'weakful,' and, line 243,
+'heed' for 'head,'--two of a number of provoking blunders in his text.
+G.
+
+
+
+
+VEXILLA REGIS:
+
+THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSSE.[28]
+
+
+I.
+
+      Look vp, languisting soul! Lo, where the fair             1
+    Badge of thy faith calls back thy care,
+                And biddes thee ne're forget
+                Thy life is one long debt
+    Of loue, to Him, Who on this painfull tree                  5
+    Paid back the flesh He took for thee.
+
+
+II.
+
+        Lo, how the streames of life, from that full nest
+    Of loues, Thy Lord's too liberall brest,
+                Flow in an amorous floud
+                Of water wedding blood.                        10
+    With these He wash't thy stain, transferred thy smart,
+    And took it home to His own heart.
+
+
+III.
+
+        But though great Love, greedy of such sad gain,
+    Vsurpt the portion of thy pain,
+                And from the nailes and spear                  15
+                Turn'd the steel point of fear:
+    Their vse is chang'd, not lost; and now they moue
+    Not stings of wrath, but wounds of loue.
+
+
+IV.
+
+      Tall tree of life! thy truth makes good
+    What was till now ne're understood,                        20
+                Though the prophetick king
+                Struck lowd his faithfull string:
+    It was thy wood he meant should make the throne
+    For a more than Salomon.
+
+
+V.
+
+      Large throne of Loue! royally spred                      25
+    With purple of too rich a red:
+                Thy crime is too much duty;
+                Thy burthen, too much beauty;
+    Glorious or greiuous more? thus to make good
+    Thy costly excellence with thy King's own blood.           30
+
+
+VI.
+
+      Euen ballance of both worlds! our world of sin,
+    And that of grace, Heaun-way'd in Him:
+                Vs with our price thou weighed'st;
+                Our price for vs thou payed'st,
+      Soon as the right-hand scale reioyc't to proue           35
+    How much Death weigh'd more light then Loue.
+
+
+VII.
+
+      Hail, our alone hope! let thy fair head shoot
+    Aloft, and fill the nations with thy noble fruit:
+                The while our hearts and we
+                Thus graft our selues on thee,                 40
+    Grow thou and they. And be thy fair increase
+    The sinner's pardon and the iust man's peace.
+
+      Liue, O for euer liue and reign
+    The Lamb Whom His own loue hath slain!
+    And let Thy lost sheep liue to inherit                     45
+    That kingdom which this Crosse did merit. Amen.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+These variations &c. as between 1648 and 1652, deserve record:
+
+St. i. line 1. 'Languishing,' which is the reading in 1648.
+
+Ib. line 2. Here, and in v. line 1, I have added 'e' to 'badg' and
+'larg' respectively from 1648.
+
+St. vi. line 2. Our text (1652) corrects a manifest blunder of 1648,
+which reads 'wag'd' for 'way'd' = weighed. In 1648, lines 3-4 read
+
+    'Both with one price were weighed,
+    Both with one price were paid.'
+
+St. vii. appeared for the first time in our text (1652). In the closing
+four lines, line 4, 1648, reads noticeably
+
+    'That Kingdome which Thy blessed death did merit.'
+
+The allusion in st. iv. is to the old reading of Psalm xcvi. 10: 'Tell
+it among the heathen that the Lord reigneth from _the tree_.' The
+reference to Solomon points to the mediæval mystical interpretations of
+Canticles iii. 9-10.
+
+I place 'Vexilla Regis' immediately after the 'Office of the Holy
+Crosse,' as really belonging to it, and not to be separated as in 1648.
+G.
+
+
+
+
+[THE LORD SILENCES HIS QUESTIONERS.][29]
+
+
+    'Neither durst any man from that day aske Him any more questions.'
+
+  _St. Matthew_ xxii.
+
+    Mid'st all the darke and knotty snares,                     1
+    Black wit or malice can, or dares,
+    Thy glorious wisedome breaks the nets,
+    And treds with uncontroulèd steps;
+    Thy quell'd foes are not onely now                          5
+    Thy triumphs, but Thy trophies too:
+    They both at once Thy conquests bee,
+    And Thy conquests' memorie.
+    Stony amazement makes them stand
+    Wayting on Thy victorious hand,                            10
+    Like statues fixèd to the fame
+    Of Thy renoune, and their own shame,
+    As if they onely meant to breath
+    To be the life of their own death.
+    'Twas time to hold their peace, when they                  15
+    Had ne're another word to say;
+    Yet is their silence unto Thee,
+    The full sound of Thy victorie;
+    Their silence speaks aloud, and is
+    Thy well pronounc'd panegyris.                             20
+    While they speak nothing, they speak all
+    Their share, in Thy memoriall.
+    While they speake nothing, they proclame
+    Thee, with the shrillest trump of Fame.
+        To hold their peace is all the wayes                   25
+        These wretches have to speak Thy praise.
+
+
+
+
+OUR B[LESSED] LORD IN HIS CIRCUMCISION TO HIS FATHER.[30]
+
+
+    1. To Thee these first-fruits of My growing death           1
+    (For what else is My life?), lo! I bequeath:
+
+    2. Tast this, and as Thou lik'st this lesser flood
+    Expect a sea; My heart shall make it good.
+
+
+    3. Thy wrath that wades here now, e're long shall swim,     5
+    The floodgate shall be set wide ope for Him.
+
+    4. Then let Him drinke, and drinke, and doe His worst
+    To drowne the wantonnesse of His wild thirst.
+
+    5. Now's but the nonage of My paines, My feares
+    Are yett but hopes, weake as my infant yeares.             10
+
+    6. The day of My darke woe is yet but morne,
+    My teares but tender, and My death new-borne.
+
+    7. Yet may these unfledg'd griefes give fate some guesse,
+    These cradle-torments have their towardnesse.
+
+    8. These purple buds of blooming death may bee,            15
+    Erst the full stature of a fatall tree.
+
+    9. And till My riper woes to age are come,
+    This knife may be the speare's præludium.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE WOUNDS OF OUR CRUCIFIED LORD.[31]
+
+
+    O, these wakefull wounds of Thine!                          1
+        Are they mouthes? or are they eyes?
+    Be they mouthes, or be they eyne,
+        Each bleeding part some one supplies.
+
+    Lo! a mouth! whose full-bloom'd lips                        5
+        At too dear a rate are roses:
+    Lo! a blood-shot eye! that weeps,
+        And many a cruell teare discloses.
+
+    O, thou that on this foot hast laid
+        Many a kisse, and many a teare;                        10
+    Now thou shalt have all repaid,
+        What soe're thy charges were.
+
+    This foot hath got a mouth and lips
+        To pay the sweet summe of thy kisses;
+    To pay thy teares, an eye that weeps,                      15
+        Instead of teares, such gems as this is.
+
+    The difference onely this appeares,
+        (Nor can the change offend)
+    The debt is paid in ruby-teares
+        Which thou in pearles did'st lend.                     20
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE BLEEDING CRUCIFIX: A SONG.[32]
+
+
+I.
+
+        IIESU, no more! It is full tide:
+    From Thy head and from Thy feet,
+    From Thy hands and from Thy side
+    All the purple riuers meet.
+
+
+II.
+
+        What need Thy fair head bear a part
+    In showres, as if Thine eyes had none?
+    What need they help to drown Thy heart,
+    That striues in torrents of it's own?
+
+
+III.
+
+        Water'd by the showres they bring,
+    The thornes that Thy blest browe encloses
+    (A cruell and a costly spring)
+    Conceiue proud hopes of proving roses.
+
+
+IV.
+
+        Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe
+    For vs and our eternall good,
+    As they were euer wont. What though?
+    They swimme, alas! in their own floud.
+
+
+V.
+
+        Thy hand to giue Thou canst not lift;
+    Yet will Thy hand still giuing be.
+    It giues, but O itself's the gift:
+    It giues though bound; though bound 'tis free.
+
+
+VI.
+
+        But O Thy side, Thy deep-digg'd side!
+    That hath a double Nilus going:
+    Nor euer was the Pharian tide
+    Half so fruitfull, half so flowing.
+
+
+VII.
+
+        No hair so small, but payes his riuer
+    To this Red Sea of Thy blood;
+    Their little channells can deliuer
+    Somthing to the generall floud.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+        But while I speak, whither are run
+    All the riuers nam'd before?
+    I counted wrong: there is but one;
+    But O that one is one all ore.
+
+
+IX.
+
+        Rain-swoln riuers may rise proud,
+    Bent all to drown and overflow;
+    But when indeed all's ouerflow'd,
+    They themselues are drownèd too.
+
+
+X.
+
+        This Thy blood's deluge (a dire chance,
+    Dear Lord, to Thee) to vs is found
+    A deluge of deliuerance;
+    A deluge least we should be drown'd.                   _lest_
+        N'ere wast Thou in a sense so sadly true,
+        The well of liuing waters, Lord, till now.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The title in 1646 is 'On the bleeding wounds of our crucified Lord:' in
+1648 has 'body' for 'wounds:' in 1670 as 1646. I record these
+variations, &c.:
+
+St. i. lines 2 and 3, in 1646 and 1670 read
+
+    'From Thy hands and from Thy feet,
+    From Thy head and from Thy side.'
+
+So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+St. ii. In 1646 and 1670 this stanza is the 5th, and in line 2 has
+'teares' for 'showres.'
+
+St. iii. This stanza, by some strange oversight, is wholly dropped in
+1652. St. iii. not in SANCROFT MS., and our st. ii. is the last. On one
+of the fly-leaves of the copy of 1646 edition in Trinity College,
+Cambridge, is the following contemporary MS. epigram, which embodies the
+sentiment of the stanza:
+
+            '_In caput Xti spinis coronatum._
+    Cerno Caput si Christe tuum mihi vertitur omne
+      In spinis illud, quod fuit ante rosa.'
+
+Turnbull gives the stanza, but misplaces it after our st. vi.,
+overlooking that our st. ii. is in 1646 edition st. v.
+
+St. iv. line 1: in 1646 and 1670 'they' for 'now.'
+
+Line 3, ib. 'as they are wont'--evident inadvertence, as 'ever' is
+required by the measure.
+
+Line 4, ib. 'blood' for 'floud:' so also in 1648.
+
+St. v. line 1, ib. 'hand' for 'hands:' 'hand' in 1648, and in SANCROFT
+MS.: adopted. Line 4, 'dropps' in SANCROFT MS. for 'gives.'
+
+St. vi. line 3. Our text (1652) prints 'pharian,' the Paris printer
+spelling (and mis-spelling) without comprehending the reference to
+Pharaoh.
+
+St. vii. line 1, in 1646 and 1670 'not a haire but ...'
+
+St. ix. line 3, in 1648 a capital in 'All's.' G.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME, THE NAME OF IESVS:
+
+A HYMN.[33]
+
+
+    In Vnitate Devs Est
+        Numisma Vrbani 6.
+
+    I sing the name which none can say                          1
+    But touch't with an interiour ray:
+    The name of our new peace; our good:
+    Our blisse: and supernaturall blood:
+    The name of all our liues and loues.                        5
+    Hearken, and help, ye holy doues!
+    The high-born brood of Day; you bright
+    Candidates of blissefull light,
+    The heirs elect of Loue, whose names belong
+    Vnto the euerlasting life of song;                         10
+    All ye wise sovles, who in the wealthy brest
+    Of this vnbounded name, build your warm nest.
+    Awake, my glory, Sovl (if such thou be,
+    And that fair word at all referr to thee),
+          Awake and sing,                                      15
+          And be all wing;
+    Bring hither thy whole self; and let me see
+    What of thy parent Heavn yet speakes in thee.
+          O thou art poore
+          Of noble powres, I see,                              20
+    And full of nothing else but empty me:
+    Narrow, and low, and infinitely lesse
+    Then this great morning's mighty busynes.
+          One little world or two
+          (Alas) will neuer doe;                               25
+          We must haue store.
+    Goe, Sovl, out of thy self, and seek for more.
+          Goe and request
+    Great Natvre for the key of her huge chest
+    Of Heauns, the self-inuoluing sett of sphears              30
+    (Which dull mortality more feeles then heares).
+          Then rouse the nest
+    Of nimble Art, and trauerse round
+    The aiery shop of soul-appeasing sound:
+    And beat a summons in the same                             35
+          All-soueraign name,
+    To warn each seuerall kind
+    And shape of sweetnes, be they such
+          As sigh with supple wind
+          Or answer artfull touch;                             40
+    That they conuene and come away
+    To wait at the loue-crowned doores of this illustrious day. _love_
+    Shall we dare this, my Soul? we'l doe't and bring
+    No other note for't, but the name we sing.
+          Wake lvte and harp, and euery sweet-lipp't thing     45
+          That talkes with tunefull string;
+    Start into life, and leap with me
+    Into a hasty fitt-tun'd harmony.
+          Nor must you think it much
+          T' obey my bolder touch;                             50
+    I haue authority in Love's name to take you,
+    And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you.
+          Wake, in the name
+    Of Him Who neuer sleeps, all things that are,
+          Or, what's the same,                                 55
+          Are musicall;
+          Answer my call
+          And come along;
+    Help me to meditate mine immortal song.
+    Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth,                60
+    Bring all your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth;
+    O you, my Soul's most certain wings,
+    Complaining pipes, and prattling strings,
+          Bring all the store
+    Of sweets you haue; and murmur that you haue no more.      65
+          Come, ne're to part,
+          Nature and Art!
+          Come; and come strong,
+    To the conspiracy of our spatious song.
+          Bring all the powres of praise,                      70
+    Your prouinces of well-vnited worlds can raise;
+    Bring all your lvtes and harps of Heavn and Earth;
+    Whatere cooperates to the common mirthe:
+          Vessells of vocall ioyes,
+    Or you, more noble architects of intellectuall noise,      75
+    Cymballs of Heau'n, or humane sphears,
+    Solliciters of sovles or eares;
+          And when you are come, with all
+    That you can bring or we can call:
+          O may you fix                                        80
+          For euer here, and mix
+          Your selues into the long
+    And euerlasting series of a deathlesse song;
+    Mix all your many worlds aboue,
+    And loose them into one of loue.                           85
+          Chear thee my heart!
+          For thou too hast thy part
+          And place in the Great Throng
+    Of this vnbounded all-imbracing song.
+          Powres of my soul, be proud!                         90
+          And speake lowd
+    To all the dear-bought Nations, this redeeming Name,
+    And in the wealth of one rich word, proclaim
+    New similes to Nature. May it be no wrong
+    Blest Heauns, to you and your superiour song,              95
+    That we, dark sons of dust and sorrow,
+          A while dare borrow
+    The name of your dilights, and our desires,
+    And fitt it to so farr inferior lyres.
+    Our murmurs haue their musick too,                        100
+    Ye mighty Orbes, as well as you;
+          Nor yeilds the noblest nest
+    Of warbling Seraphim to the eares of Loue,
+    A choicer lesson then the ioyfull brest
+          Of a poor panting turtle-doue.                      105
+    And we, low wormes, haue leaue to doe
+    The same bright busynes (ye Third Heavens) with you.
+    Gentle spirits, doe not complain!
+          We will haue care
+          To keep it fair,                                    110
+    And send it back to you again.
+    Come, louely Name! Appeare from forth the bright
+          Regions of peacefull light;
+    Look from Thine Own illustrious home,
+    Fair King of names, and come:                             115
+    Leaue all Thy natiue glories in their gorgeous nest,
+    And giue Thy Self a while the gracious Guest
+    Of humble soules, that seek to find
+          The hidden sweets
+          Which man's heart meets                             120
+    When Thou art Master of the mind.
+    Come louely Name; Life of our hope!
+    Lo, we hold our hearts wide ope!
+    Vnlock Thy cabinet of Day,
+    Dearest Sweet, and come away.                             125
+          Lo, how the thirsty Lands
+    Gasp for Thy golden showres! with long-stretcht hands
+          Lo, how the laboring Earth
+          That hopes to be
+          All Heauen by Thee,                                 130
+          Leapes at Thy birth!
+    The' attending World, to wait Thy rise,
+          First turn'd to eyes;
+    And then, not knowing what to doe,
+    Turn'd them to teares, and spent them too.                135
+    Come royall Name! and pay the expence
+    Of all this pretious patience;
+          O come away
+    And kill the death of this delay!
+    O, see so many worlds of barren yeares                    140
+    Melted and measur'd out in seas of teares:
+    O, see the weary liddes of wakefull Hope
+    (Love's eastern windowes) all wide ope
+          With curtains drawn,
+    To catch the day-break of Thy dawn.                       145
+    O, dawn at last, long-lookt for Day!
+    Take Thine own wings, and come away.
+    Lo, where aloft it comes! It comes, among
+    The conduct of adoring spirits, that throng
+    Like diligent bees, and swarm about it.                   150
+          O, they are wise,
+    And know what sweetes are suck't from out it:
+          It is the hiue,
+          By which they thriue,
+    Where all their hoard of hony lyes.                       155
+    Lo, where it comes, vpon the snowy Dove's
+    Soft back; and brings a bosom big with loues:
+    Welcome to our dark world, Thou womb of Day!
+    Vnfold Thy fair conceptions, and display
+    The birth of our bright ioyes, O Thou compacted           160
+    Body of blessings: Spirit of soules extracted!
+    O, dissipate Thy spicy powres,
+    (Cloud of condensèd sweets) and break vpon vs
+          In balmy showrs!
+    O, fill our senses, and take from vs all force of so
+                prophane a fallacy,                           165
+    To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee!
+    Fair, flowry Name, in none but Thee
+    And Thy nectareall fragrancy,
+          Hourly there meetes
+    An vniuersall synod of all sweets;                        170
+    By whom it is definèd thus,
+          That no perfume
+          For euer shall presume
+    To passe for odoriferous,
+    But such alone whose sacred pedigree                      175
+    Can proue itself some kin (sweet Name!) to Thee.
+    Sweet Name, in Thy each syllable
+    A thousand blest Arabias dwell;
+    A thousand hills of frankincense,
+    Mountains of myrrh, and beds of spices                    180
+    And ten thousand paradises,
+    The soul that tasts Thee takes from thence.
+    How many vnknown worlds there are
+    Of comforts, which Thou hast in keeping!
+    How many thousand mercyes there                           185
+    In Pitty's soft lap ly a-sleeping!
+    Happy he who has the art
+          To awake them,
+          And to take them
+    Home, and lodge them in his heart.                        190
+    O, that it were as it was wont to be!
+    When Thy old freinds of fire, all full of Thee,
+    Fought against frowns with smiles; gaue glorious chase
+    To persecutions; and against the face
+    Of Death and feircest dangers, durst with braue           195
+    And sober pace, march on to meet A GRAVE.
+    On their bold brests, about the world they bore Thee,
+    And to the teeth of Hell stood vp to teach Thee;
+    In center of their inmost soules, they wore Thee,
+    Where rackes and torments striu'd, in vain, to reach Thee. 200
+          Little, alas, thought they
+    Who tore the fair brests of Thy freinds,
+          Their fury but made way
+    For Thee, and seru'd them in Thy glorious ends.
+    What did their weapons but with wider pores               205
+    Inlarge Thy flaming-brested louers,
+          More freely to transpire
+          That impatient fire,
+    The heart that hides Thee hardly couers?
+    What did their weapons but sett wide the doores            210
+    For Thee? fair, purple doores, of Loue's deuising;
+    The ruby windowes which inricht the East
+    Of Thy so oft-repeated rising!
+    Each wound of theirs was Thy new morning,
+    And reinthron'd Thee in Thy rosy nest,                    215
+    With blush of Thine Own blood Thy day adorning:
+    It was the witt of Loue oreflowd the bounds
+    Of Wrath, and made Thee way through all those wovnds.
+    Wellcome, dear, all-adorèd Name!
+          For sure there is no knee                           220
+          That knowes not Thee:
+    Or, if there be such sonns of shame,
+          Alas! what will they doe
+          When stubborn rocks shall bow
+    And hills hang down their heaun-saluting heads            225
+          To seek for humble beds
+    Of dust, where in the bashfull shades of Night
+    Next to their own low Nothing, they may ly,
+    And couch before the dazeling light of Thy dread majesty.
+    They that by Loue's mild dictate now                      230
+          Will not adore Thee,
+    Shall then, with just confusion bow
+          And break before Thee.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The title in 1648 'Steps' is simply 'On the name of Jesus.' In 1670 it
+is 'To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus, a Hymn,' and
+throughout differs from our text (1652) only in usual modernisation of
+orthography. The text of 1648 yields these readings:
+
+  Line  7, 'the bright.'
+
+    "  42, 'of th's.'
+
+    "  49, 'Into a habit fit of self tun'd Harmonie.'
+
+    "  79, 'you're.'
+
+    "  92, 'aloud.'
+
+    " 105, 'Seraphins.'
+
+    " 106, 'loyall' for 'joyfull.'
+
+    " 132, 'heavens.'
+
+    " 182  spells 'sillabell.'
+
+    " 187, 'The soules tastes thee takes from thence.'
+
+    " 202, 'bare.'
+
+    " 204, 'ware.'
+
+    " 209, 'For Thee: And serv'd therein thy glorious ends.'
+
+See our Essay for critical remarks on the measure and rhythm of this
+poem as printed in our text (1652). G.
+
+
+
+
+PSALME XXIII.[34]
+
+
+    Happy me! O happy sheepe!                                   1
+    Whom my God vouchsafes to keepe;
+    Even my God, even He it is,
+    That points me to these paths of blisse;
+    On Whose pastures cheerefull Spring,                        5
+    All the yeare doth sit and sing,
+    And rejoycing, smiles to see
+    Their green backs weare His liverie:
+    Pleasure sings my soul to rest,
+    Plentie weares me at her brest,                            10
+    Whose sweet temper teaches me
+    Nor wanton, nor in want to be.
+    At my feet, the blubb'ring mountaine
+    Weeping, melts into a fountaine;
+    Whose soft, silver-sweating streames                       15
+    Make high-noon forget his beames:
+    When my wayward breath is flying,
+    He calls home my soul from dying;
+    Strokes and tames my rabid griefe,
+    And does wooe me into life:                                20
+    When my simple weaknes strayes,
+    (Tangled in forbidden wayes)
+    He (my Shepheard) is my guide,
+    Hee's before me, on my side,
+    And behind me, He beguiles                                 25
+    Craft in all her knottie wiles:
+    He expounds the weary wonder
+    Of my giddy steps, and under
+    Spreads a path, cleare as the day,
+    Where no churlish rub says nay                             30
+    To my joy-conducted feet,
+    Whilst they gladly goe to meet
+    Grace and Peace, to learne new laies,
+    Tun'd to my great Shepheard's praise.
+    Come now all ye terrors sally,                             35
+    Muster forth into the valley,
+    Where triumphant darknesse hovers
+    With a sable wing, that covers
+    Brooding horror. Come, thou Death,
+    Let the damps of thy dull breath                           40
+    Over-shadow even that shade,
+    And make Darknes' selfe afraid;
+    There my feet, even there, shall find
+    Way for a resolvèd mind.
+    Still my Shepheard, still my God,                          45
+    Thou art with me; still Thy rod,
+    And Thy staffe, whose influence
+    Gives direction, gives defence.
+    At the whisper of Thy word
+    Crown'd abundance spreads my boord:                        50
+    While I feast, my foes doe feed
+    Their ranck malice not their need,
+    So that with the self-same bread
+    They are starv'd and I am fed.
+    How my head in ointment swims!                             55
+    How my cup o'relooks her brims!
+    So, even so still may I move,
+    By the line of Thy deare love;
+    Still may Thy sweet mercy spread
+    A shady arme above my head,                                60
+    About my paths; so shall I find,
+    The faire center of my mind,
+    Thy temple, and those lovely walls
+    Bright ever with a beame, that falls
+    Fresh from the pure glance of Thine eye,                   65
+    Lighting to Eternity.
+    There I'le dwell for ever; there
+    Will I find a purer aire
+    To feed my life with, there I'le sup
+    Balme and nectar in my cup;                                70
+    And thence my ripe soule will I breath
+    Warme into the armes of Death.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. this is headed 'Ps. 23 (Paraphrasia).' In line 4 it
+reads 'paths' for 'wayes,' which I accept; line 27 'weary' for 'giddy,'
+and line 28 'giddy' for 'weary,' both adopted; line 29 reads as we have
+printed instead of 'Spreads a path as cleare as day;' line 33, 'learne'
+for 'meet,' adopted; line 41, 'that' for 'the,' adopted. Only
+orthographic further variations. In line 30 'rub' = obstruction, reminds
+of SHAKESPEARE'S 'Now every _rub_ is smoothèd in our way' (Henry V. ii.
+2), and elsewhere. G.
+
+
+
+
+PSALM CXXXVII.[35]
+
+
+    On the proud banks of great Euphrates' flood,               1
+      There we sate, and there we wept:
+    Our harpes, that now no musick understood,
+      Nodding, on the willowes slept:
+      While unhappy captiv'd wee,                               5
+      Lovely Sion, thought on thee.
+    They, they that snatcht us from our countrie's breast,
+      Would have a song carv'd to their eares
+    In Hebrew numbers, then (O cruell jest!)
+      When harpes and hearts were drown'd in teares:           10
+        Come, they cry'd, come sing and play
+        One of Sion's songs to-day.
+    Sing? play? to whom (ah!) shall we sing or play,
+        If not, Jerusalem, to thee?
+    Ah! thee Jerusalem! ah! sooner may                         15
+        This hand forget the masterie
+        Of Musick's dainty touch, than I
+        The musick of thy memory.
+    Which when I lose, O may at once my tongue
+        Lose this same busie-speaking art,                     20
+    Vnpearch't, her vocall arteries unstrung,
+        No more acquainted with my heart,
+      On my dry pallat's roof to rest
+      A wither'd leaf, an idle guest.
+    No, no, Thy good Sion, alone, must crowne                  25
+      The head of all my hope-nurst joyes.
+    But Edom, cruell thou! thou cryd'st downe, downe
+      Sinke Sion, downe and never rise,
+      Her falling thou did'st urge and thrust,
+      And haste to dash her into dust:                         30
+    Dost laugh? proud Babel's daughter! do, laugh on,
+      Till thy ruine teach thee teares,
+    Even such as these; laugh, till a venging throng
+      Of woes, too late, doe rouze thy feares:
+        Laugh, till thy children's bleeding bones              35
+        Weepe pretious teares upon the stones.
+
+
+
+
+IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD:
+
+A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS.[36]
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+
+_Chorvs._
+
+      Come, we shepheards, whose blest sight                    1
+      Hath mett Loue's noon in Nature's night;
+      Come, lift we vp our loftyer song
+      And wake the svn that lyes too long.
+
+        To all our world of well-stoln joy                      5
+    He slept; and dreamt of no such thing.
+        While we found out Heaun's fairer ey
+    And kis't the cradle of our King.
+        Tell him He rises now, too late
+    To show vs ought worth looking at.                         10
+
+        Tell him we now can show him more
+    Then he e're show'd to mortall sight;
+        Then he himselfe e're saw before,
+    Which to be seen needes not his light.
+        Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been,                15
+    Tell him Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.
+
+
+TITYRUS.
+
+        Gloomy night embrac't the place
+    Where the noble Infant lay.
+        The Babe look't vp and shew'd His face;
+    In spite of darknes, it was day.                           20
+        It was Thy day, Sweet! and did rise
+    Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.
+
+    _Chorus._ It was Thy day, Sweet.
+
+
+THYRSIS.
+
+        Winter chidde aloud, and sent
+    The angry North to wage his warres.                        25
+        The North forgott his feirce intent,
+    And left perfumes in stead of scarres.
+        By those sweet eyes' persuasiue powrs
+    Where he mean't frost, he scatter'd flowrs.
+
+    _Chorus._ By those sweet eyes.                             30
+
+
+BOTH.
+
+        We saw Thee in Thy baulmy-nest,
+    Young dawn of our æternall Day!
+        We saw Thine eyes break from their East
+    And chase the trembling shades away.
+        We saw Thee; and we blest the sight,                   35
+    We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light.
+
+
+TITYRUS.
+
+        Poor world (said I), what wilt thou doe
+    To entertain this starry Stranger?
+        Is this the best thou canst bestow?
+    A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?                       40
+        Contend, the powres of Heau'n and Earth,
+    To fitt a bed for this huge birthe?
+
+    _Chorus._ Contend the powers.
+
+
+THYRSIS.
+
+        Proud world, said I, cease your contest
+    And let the mighty Babe alone.                             45
+        The phænix builds the phænix' nest,
+    Lov's architecture is his own.
+        The Babe whose birth embraues this morn,
+    Made His Own bed e're He was born.
+
+    _Chorus._ The Babe whose....                               50
+
+
+TITYRUS.
+
+        I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow,
+    Come houering o're the place's head;
+        Offring their whitest sheets of snow
+    To furnish the fair Infant's bed:
+        Forbear, said I; be not too bold,                      55
+    Your fleece is white but 'tis too cold.
+
+    _Chorus._ Forbear, sayd I.
+
+
+THYRSIS.
+
+        I saw the obsequious Seraphims
+    Their rosy fleece of fire bestow.
+        For well they now can spare their wing,                60
+    Since Heavn itself lyes here below.
+        Well done, said I; but are you sure
+    Your down so warm, will passe for pure?
+
+    _Chorus._ Well done, sayd I.
+
+
+TITYRUS.
+
+        No, no! your King's not yet to seeke                   65
+    Where to repose His royall head;
+        See, see! how soon His new-bloom'd cheek
+    Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed.
+        Sweet choise, said we! no way but so
+    Not to ly cold, yet sleep in snow.                         70
+
+    _Chorus._ Sweet choise, said we.
+
+
+BOTH.
+
+        We saw Thee in Thy baulmy nest,
+    Bright dawn of our æternall Day!
+        We saw Thine eyes break from their East
+    And chase the trembling shades away.                       75
+        We saw Thee: and we blest the sight,
+    We saw Thee, by Thine Own sweet light.
+
+    _Chorus._ We saw Thee, &c.
+
+
+FVLL CHORVS.
+
+        Wellcome, all wonders in one sight!
+    Æternity shutt in a span!                                  80
+        Sommer in Winter, Day in Night!
+    Heauen in Earth, and God in man!
+        Great, little One! Whose all-embracing birth
+    Lifts Earth to Heauen, stoopes Heau'n to Earth.
+
+        Wellcome, though not to gold nor silk,                 85
+    To more then Cæsar's birth-right is;
+        Two sister-seas of virgin-milk,
+    With many a rarely-temper'd kisse,
+        That breathes at once both maid and mother,
+    Warmes in the one, cooles in the other.                    90
+        Shee sings Thy tears asleep, and dips
+    Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;
+        She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips,
+    That in their buds yet blushing lye;
+        She 'gainst those mother-diamonds, tries               95
+    The points of her young eagle's eyes.
+        Wellcome, though not to those gay flyes,
+    Guilded i' th' beames of earthly kings;
+        Slippery soules in smiling eyes;
+    But to poor shepheards' home-spun things;                 100
+        Whose wealth's their flock; whose witt, to be
+    Well-read in their simplicity.
+        Yet when young April's husband-showrs
+    Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed,
+        We'l bring the first-born of her flowrs               105
+    To kisse Thy feet and crown Thy head.
+        To Thee, dread Lamb! Whose loue must keep
+    The shepheards, more then they the sheep.
+
+        To Thee, meek Majesty! soft King
+    Of simple Graces and sweet Loves:                         110
+        Each of vs his lamb will bring,
+    Each his pair of sylver doues:
+        Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes,
+    Ourselues become our own best sacrifice.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is simply 'A Hymne of the Nativitie sung
+by the Shepheards.' It furnishes these various readings, though it wants
+a good deal of our text (1652):
+
+Lines 1 to 4,
+
+                    'who haue seene
+    Daie's King deposèd by night's Queene.
+    Come lift we up our lofty song,
+    To wake the sun that sleeps too long.'
+
+  "   5 to 7,
+
+    'Hee (in this our generall joy)
+    Slept ...
+    ... the faire-ey'd boy.'
+
+  "   24, 'Winter chid the world ...'
+
+  "   32, 'Bright dawne ...'
+
+  "   58 to 63,
+
+    'I saw the officious angells bring
+        The downe that their soft breasts did strow:
+    For well they now can spare their wings,
+        When heauen itselfe lies here below.
+    Faire youth (said I) be not too rough,
+    Thy downe (though soft)'s not soft enough.'
+
+'Officious' = ready to do good offices: 'obsequious' = obedient, eager
+to serve.
+
+Lines 65 to 68,
+
+    'The Babe noe sooner 'gan to seeke
+        Where to lay His louely head;
+    But streight His eyes advis'd His cheeke
+        'Twixt's mother's breasts to goe to bed.'
+
+  "  79, 'Welcome to our wond'ring sight.'
+
+  "  83, 'glorious birth.'
+
+  "  85, 'not to gold' for 'nor to gold:' adopted.
+
+  "  96, 'points' = pupils (?).
+
+Lines 101 to 103,
+
+    'But to poore shepheards' simple things,
+    That vse not varnish; noe oyl'd arts,
+    But lift cleane hands full of cleare hearts.'
+
+  "  108, '... while they feed the sheepe.'
+
+  "  114, 'Wee'l burne ...'
+
+These variations agree with the text of 1646. See our Essay for critical
+remarks. G.
+
+
+
+
+NEW YEAR'S DAY.[37]
+
+
+        Rise, thou best and brightest morning!
+    Rosy with a double red;
+        With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning,
+    And the dear drops this day were shed.
+
+        All the purple pride, that laces
+    The crimson curtains of thy bed,
+        Guilds thee not with so sweet graces,
+    Nor setts thee in so rich a red.
+
+        Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee,
+    None so fair thy bosom strowes,
+        As this modest maiden lilly
+    Our sins haue sham'd into a rose.
+
+        Bid thy golden god, the sun,
+    Burnisht in his best beames rise,
+        Put all his red-ey'd rubies on;
+    These rubies shall putt out their eyes.
+
+        Let him make poor the purple East,
+    Search what the world's close cabinets keep,
+        Rob the rich births of each bright nest
+    That flaming in their fair beds sleep.
+
+        Let him embraue his own bright tresses
+    With a new morning made of gemmes;
+        And wear, in those his wealthy dresses,
+    Another day of diadems.
+
+        When he hath done all he may
+    To make himselfe rich in his rise,
+        All will be darknes to the day
+    That breakes from one of these bright eyes.
+
+        And soon this sweet truth shall appear,
+    Dear Babe, ere many dayes be done;
+        The Morn shall come to meet Thee here,
+    And leaue her own neglected sun.
+
+        Here are beautyes shall bereaue him
+    Of all his eastern paramours.
+        His Persian louers all shall leaue him,
+    And swear faith to Thy sweeter powres;
+        Nor while they leave him shall they lose the sun,
+    But in Thy fairest eyes find two for one.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+St. ii. line 1,
+
+    'All the purple pride that laces;'
+
+the reference is to the empurpled lighter and lace- (or gauze-) like
+clouds of the morning. The heavier clouds are the 'crimson curtains,'
+the 'purple laces' the fleecy, lace-like, and empurpled streakings of
+the lighter and dissolving clouds, which the Poet likens to the lace
+that edged the coverlet, and possibly other parts of the bed and
+bedstead. SHAKESPEARE describes a similar appearance with the same word,
+but uses it in the sense of inter or cross lacing, when he makes Juliet
+say (iii. 5),
+
+              'look, love, what envious streaks
+    Do _lace_ the severing clouds in yonder East.'
+
+So too in stanza v. 'each sparkling nest,' the flame-coloured clouds are
+intended. 'Nest,' like 'bud,' is a favourite word with CRASHAW, and he
+uses it freely. In 1648 edition, st. iii. line 2 reads 'showes;' stanza
+v. line 2, 'cabinets;' stanza viii. line 5, 'and meet;' stanza ix.
+'paramours' = lovers, wooers, _not_ as now signifying loose love. G.
+
+
+
+
+IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD:
+
+A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS.[38]
+
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Bright Babe! Whose awfull beautyes make     1
+    The morn incurr a sweet mistake;
+
+    _2 Kinge._ For Whom the officious Heauns deuise
+    To disinheritt the sun's rise:
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Delicately to displace                      5
+    The day, and plant it fairer in Thy face.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ O Thou born King of loues!
+
+    _2 Kinge._ Of lights!
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Of ioyes!
+
+    _Chorus._ Look vp, sweet Babe, look vp and see        10
+        For loue of Thee,
+        Thus farr from home
+        The East is come
+    To seek her self in Thy sweet eyes.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ We, who strangely went astray,             15
+        Lost in a bright
+        Meridian night.
+
+    _2 Kinge._ A darknes made of too much day.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Becken'd from farr
+        By Thy fair starr,                                     20
+    Lo, at last haue found our way.
+
+    _Chorus._ To Thee, Thou Day of Night! Thou East of West!
+    Lo, we at last haue found the way
+    To Thee, the World's great vniuersal East,
+    The generall and indifferent Day.                          25
+
+    _1 Kinge._ All-circling point! all-centring sphear!
+    The World's one, round, æternall year:
+
+    _2 Kinge._ Whose full and all-vnwrinkled face
+    Nor sinks nor swells with time or place;
+
+    _3 Kinge._ But euery where and euery while                 30
+    Is one consistent, solid smile:
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Not vext and tost
+
+    _2 Kinge._ 'Twixt Spring and frost;
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Nor by alternate shredds of light,
+    Sordidly shifting hands with shades and Night.             35
+
+    _Chorus._ O little all! in Thy embrace
+    The World lyes warm, and likes his place;
+    Nor does his full globe fail to be
+    Kist on both his cheeks by Thee.
+    Time is too narrow for Thy year,                           40
+    Nor makes the whole World Thy half-sphear.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ To Thee, to Thee
+            From him we flee.
+
+    _2 Kinge._ From him, whom by a more illustrious ly,
+    The blindnes of the World did call the eye.                45
+
+    _3 Kinge._ To Him, Who by these mortall clouds hast made
+    Thyself our sun, though Thine Own shade.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Farewell, the World's false light!
+            Farewell, the white
+            Ægypt; a long farewell to thee                     50
+            Bright idol, black idolatry:
+    The dire face of inferior darknes, kis't
+    And courted in the pompus mask of a more specious mist.
+
+    _2 Kinge._  Farewell, farewell
+        The proud and misplac't gates of Hell,                 55
+        Pertch't in the Morning's way        _perched._
+    And double-guilded as the doores of Day:
+    The deep hypocrisy of Death and Night
+    More desperately dark, because more bright.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Welcome, the World's sure way!                  60
+        Heavn's wholsom ray.
+
+    _Chorus._ Wellcome to vs; and we
+        (Sweet!) to our selues, in Thee.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ The deathles Heir of all Thy Father's day!
+
+    _2 Kinge._ Decently born!                                  65
+    Embosom'd in a much more rosy Morn:
+    The blushes of Thy all-vnblemisht mother.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ No more that other
+          Aurora shall sett ope
+    Her ruby casements, or hereafter hope                      70
+          From mortall eyes
+    To meet religious welcomes at her rise.
+
+    _Chorus._ We (pretious ones!) in you haue won
+    A gentler Morn, a iuster sun.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ His superficiall beames sun-burn't our skin;    75
+
+    _2 Kinge._ But left within
+
+    _3 Kinge._ The Night and Winter still of Death and Sin.
+
+    _Chorus._ Thy softer yet more certaine darts
+    Spare our eyes, but peirce our harts:
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Therfore with his proud Persian spoiles         80
+
+    _2 Kinge._ We court Thy more concerning smiles.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Therfore with his disgrace
+    We guild the humble cheek of this chast place;
+
+    _Chorus._ And at Thy feet powr forth his face.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ The doating Nations now no more                 85
+    Shall any day but Thine adore.
+
+    _2 Kinge._ Nor--much lesse--shall they leaue these eyes
+    For cheap Ægyptian deityes.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ In whatsoe're more sacred shape
+    Of ram, he-goat, or reuerend ape;                          90
+    Those beauteous rauishers opprest so sore
+    The too-hard-tempted nations.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Neuer more
+    By wanton heyfer shall be worn
+
+    _2 Kinge._ A garland, or a guilded horn:                   95
+    The altar-stall'd ox, fatt Osyris now
+        With his fair sister cow
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Shall kick the clouds no more; but lean and tame,
+
+    _Chorus._ See His horn'd face, and dy for shame:
+    And Mithra now shall be no name.                          100
+
+    _1 Kinge._ No longer shall the immodest lust
+    Of adulterous godles dust
+
+    _2 Kinge._ Fly in the face of Heau'n; as if it were
+    The poor World's fault that He is fair.                   105
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Nor with peruerse loues and religious rapes
+    Reuenge Thy bountyes in their beauteous shapes;
+    And punish best things worst; because they stood
+    Guilty of being much for them too good.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Proud sons of Death! that durst compell        110
+    Heau'n it self to find them Hell:
+
+    _2 Kinge._ And by strange witt of madnes wrest
+    From this World's East the other's West.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ All-idolizing wormes! that thus could crowd
+    And vrge their sun into Thy cloud;                        115
+    Forcing His sometimes eclips'd face to be
+    A long deliquium to the light of Thee.
+
+    _Chorus._ Alas! with how much heauyer shade
+    The shamefac't lamp hung down his head
+        For that one eclipse he made,                         120
+        Then all those he suffered!
+
+    _1 Kinge._ For this he look't so bigg; and euery morn
+    With a red face confes't his scorn.
+    Or hiding his vex't cheeks in a hir'd mist
+    Kept them from being so vnkindly kis't.                   125
+
+    _2 Kinge._ It was for this the Day did rise
+        So oft with blubber'd eyes:
+    For this the Evening wept; and we ne're knew
+        But call'd it deaw.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ This dayly wrong                               130
+    Silenc't the morning-sons, and damp't their song:
+
+    _Chorus._ Nor was't our deafnes, but our sins, that thus
+    Long made th' harmonious orbes all mute to vs.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Time has a day in store
+        When this so proudly poor                             135
+    And self-oppressèd spark, that has so long
+    By the loue-sick World bin made
+    Not so much their sun as shade:
+    Weary of this glorious wrong
+    From them and from himself shall flee                     140
+    For shelter to the shadow of Thy tree:
+
+    _Chorus._ Proud to haue gain'd this pretious losse
+    And chang'd his false crown for Thy crosse.
+
+    _2 Kinge._ That dark Day's clear doom shall define
+    Whose is the master Fire, which sun should shine:         145
+    That sable judgment-seat shall by new lawes
+    Decide and settle the great cause
+        Of controuerted light:
+
+    _Chorus._ And Natur's wrongs rejoyce to doe Thee right.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ That forfeiture of Noon to Night shall pay     150
+    All the idolatrous thefts done by this Night of Day;
+    And the great Penitent presse his own pale lipps
+    With an elaborate loue-eclipse:
+        To which the low World's lawes
+        Shall lend no cause,                                  155
+
+    _Chorus._ Saue those domestick which He borrowes
+    From our sins and His Own sorrowes.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Three sad hours' sackcloth then shall show to vs
+    His penance, as our fault, conspicuous:
+
+    _2 Kinge._ And He more needfully and nobly proue          160
+    The Nations' terror now then erst their loue.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ Their hated loues changd into wholsom feares:
+
+    _Chorus._ The shutting of His eye shall open their's.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ As by a fair-ey'd fallacy of Day
+    Miss-ledde, before, they lost their way;                  165
+    So shall they, by the seasonable fright
+    Of an vnseasonable Night,
+    Loosing it once again, stumble on true Light:
+
+    _2 Kinge._ And as before His too-bright eye
+    Was their more blind idolatry;                            170
+    So his officious blindnes now shall be
+    Their black, but faithfull perspectiue of Thee:
+
+    _3 Kinge._ His new prodigious Night,
+    Their new and admirable light,
+    The supernaturall dawn of Thy pure Day;                   175
+        While wondring they
+    (The happy conuerts now of Him
+    Whom they compell'd before to be their sin)
+        Shall henceforth see
+    To kisse him only as their rod,                           180
+    Whom they so long courted as God.
+
+    _Chorus._ And their best vse of him they worship't, be
+    To learn of him at last, to worship Thee.
+
+    _1 Kinge._ It was their weaknes woo'd his beauty;
+        But it shall be                                       185
+    Their wisdome now, as well as duty,
+    To injoy his blott; and as a large black letter
+    Vse it to spell Thy beautyes better;
+    And make the Night it self their torch to Thee.
+
+    _2 Kinge._ By the oblique ambush of this close night      190
+        Couch't in that conscious shade
+    The right-ey'd Areopagite
+    Shall with a vigorous guesse inuade
+    And catch Thy quick reflex; and sharply see
+        On this dark ground                                   195
+        To descant Thee.
+
+    _3 Kinge._ O prize of the rich Spirit! with what feirce chase
+        Of his strong soul, shall he
+        Leap at thy lofty face,
+    And seize the swift flash, in rebound                     200
+    From this obsequious cloud,
+        Once call'd a sun,
+        Till dearly thus vndone;
+
+    _Chorus._ Till thus triumphantly tam'd (O ye two
+    Twinne svnnes!) and taught now to negotiate you.          205
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Thus shall that reuerend child of Light,
+
+    _2 Kinge._ By being scholler first of that new Night,
+    Come forth great master of the mystick Day;
+
+    _3 Kinge._ And teach obscure mankind a more close way
+    By the frugall negatiue light                             210
+    Of a most wise and well-abusèd Night
+    To read more legible Thine originall ray;
+
+    _Chorus._ And make our darknes serue Thy Day:
+    Maintaining 'twixt Thy World and oures
+    A commerce of contrary powres,                            215
+        A mutuall trade
+        'Twixt sun and shade,
+    By confederat black and white
+    Borrowing Day and lending Night.                          219
+
+    _1 Kinge._ Thus we, who when with all the noble powres
+    That (at Thy cost) are call'd, not vainly, ours:
+        We vow to make braue way
+    Vpwards, and presse on for the pure intelligentiall prey;
+    _2 Kinge._ At least to play
+        The amorous spyes                                     225
+    And peep and proffer at Thy sparkling throne;
+
+    _3 Kinge._ In stead of bringing in the blissfull prize
+        And fastening on Thine eyes:
+        Forfeit our own
+        And nothing gain                                      230
+    But more ambitious losse at last, of brain;
+
+    _Chorus._ Now by abasèd liddes shall learn to be
+    Eagles; and shutt our eyes that we may see.
+
+
+    _The Close._
+
+    [_Chorus._] Therfore to Thee and Thine auspitious ray
+        (Dread Sweet!) lo thus                                236
+        At last by vs,
+    The delegated eye of Day
+    Does first his scepter, then himself, in solemne tribute pay.
+        Thus he vndresses                                     240
+        His sacred vnshorn tresses;
+    At Thy adorèd feet, thus he layes down
+
+    _1 Kinge._ His gorgeous tire
+    Of flame and fire,
+
+    _2 Kinge._ His glittering robe. _3 Kinge._ His sparkling crown; 245
+
+    _1 Kinge._ His gold: _2 Kinge._ His mirrh: _3 Kinge._ His frankincense.
+
+    _Chorus._ To which he now has no pretence:
+    For being show'd by this Day's light, how farr
+    He is from sun enough to make Thy starr,
+    His best ambition now is but to be                        250
+    Somthing a brighter shadow, Sweet, of Thee.
+    Or on Heaun's azure forhead high to stand
+    Thy golden index; with a duteous hand
+    Pointing vs home to our own sun
+    The World's and his Hyperion.                             255
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The title in 1648 edition is simply 'A Hymne for the Epiphanie. Sung as
+by the three Kings.' Except the usual slight changes of orthography, the
+following are all the variations between the two texts necessary to
+record: and I give with them certain corrective and explanatory notes:
+
+line 25, 'indifferent' is = impartial, not as now 'unconcerned.'
+
+Line 52, 1648 edition misprints 'his't' for 'kis't.' In the 51st line
+the 'bright idol' is the sun.
+
+Line 83, ib. reads 'thy' for 'this.'
+
+    "  95, 'a guilded horn.' Cf. Juvenal, Satire x.
+
+    "  99, ib. is given to 3d King. Throughout we have corrected
+  a number of slips of the Paris printer in his figures.
+
+Line 108, ib. spells 'to' for 'too.'
+
+    "  117, '_deliquium_' = swoon, faint. In chemistry = melting.
+
+    "  122, 1648 edition reads 'his' for 'this;' and I have
+  adopted it.
+
+Line 143, ib. reads 'deere:' a misprint.
+
+    "  155, ib. reads 'domesticks.'
+
+    "  180, ib. reads 'the' for 'their.'
+
+    "  186, ib. drops 'it.'
+
+    "  195, ib. reads 'what' for 'that,' and in next line 'his'
+  for 'this,' of 1652: both adopted.
+
+Line 212, 'legible' is = legibly.
+
+    "  224 and onward, in 1648 is printed 'least,' in our text
+  (1652) 'lest.' Except in line 224 it is plainly = last, and so I
+  read it in 231st and 237th.
+
+See our Essay for Miltonic parallels with lines in this remarkable
+composition. Line 46, 'these mortal clouds,' _i.e._ of infant flesh. Cf.
+Sosp. d' Herode, stanza xxiii.
+
+    'That He whom the sun serves should faintly peep
+    Through _clouds of infant flesh_.'
+
+Line 114, 'And urge their sun into Thy cloud,' _i.e._ into becoming Thy
+cloud, forcing him to become 'a long deliquium to the light of thee.'
+Line 189, our text (1652) misprints 'in self.' Line 190, 'By the oblique
+ambush,' &c. The Kings continuing in the spirit of prophecy, and with
+words not to be understood till their fulfilment, pass on from the
+dimming of the sun at the Crucifixion to a second dimming, but this time
+through the splendour of a brighter light, at the conversion of him who
+was taken to preach to the Gentiles in the court of the Areopagites. The
+speaker, or rather CRASHAW, takes the view which at first sight may seem
+to be implied in the gospel narrative, that the light brighter than
+midday shone round about SAUL and his companions but not on them, they
+being couched in the conscious shade of the daylight. Throughout, there
+is a double allusion to this second dimming of the sun as manifesting
+Christ to St. Paul and the Gentiles, and to the dimming of the eyes, and
+the walking in darkness for a time of him who as a light on Earth was to
+manifest the True Light to the world. Throughout, too, there is a kind
+of parallelism indicated between the two lesser lights. Both rebellions
+were to be dimmed and brought into subjection, and then to shine forth
+'right-eyed' in renewed and purified splendour as evidences of the Sun
+of Righteousness. Hence at the close, the chorus calls them 'ye
+twin-suns,'--and the words, 'Till thus triumphantly tamed' refer equally
+to both. The punctuation to make this clear should be '... sun, ...
+undone; ...' 'To negotiate you' (both word and metaphor being rather
+unhappily chosen) means, to pass you current as the true-stamped image
+of the Deity. 'O price of the rich Spirit' (line 197) may be made to
+refer to 'thee [O Christ], price of the rich spirit' of Paul, but 'may
+be' is almost too strong to apply to such an interpretation. It is far
+more consonant to the structure and tenor of the whole passage, to read
+it as an epithet applied to St. Paul: 'O prize of the rich Spirit of
+grace.' I have also without hesitation changed 'of this strong soul'
+into 'of _his_ strong soul.' 'Oblique ambush' may refer to the oblique
+rays of the sun now rays of darkness, but the primary reference is to
+the indirect manner and 'vigorous guess,' by which St. Paul, mentally
+glancing from one to the other light, learned through the dimming of the
+sun to believe in the Deity of Him who spake from out the dimming
+brightness. The same thought, though with a strained and less successful
+effort of expression, appears in the song of the third King, 'with that
+fierce chase,' &c.
+
+Line 251. 'Somthing a brighter shadow (Sweet) of Thee.' Apparently a
+remembrance of a passage which THOMAS HEYWOOD, in his 'Hierarchie of the
+Angels,' gives from a Latin translation of PLATO, 'Lumen est umbra Dei
+et Deus est Lumen Luminis.' On which see our Essay. Perhaps the same
+gave rise to the thought that the sun eclipsed God, or shut Him out as a
+cloud or shade, or made night, _e.g._
+
+    'And urge their sun ...
+    ... eclipse he made:' (lines 115-120).
+    'Not so much their sun as shade
+    ... by this night of day:' (lines 138-151). G.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE QVEEN'S MAIESTY.[39]
+
+
+    MADAME,                                                     1
+    'Mongst those long rowes of crownes that guild your race,
+    These royall sages sue for decent place:
+    The day-break of the Nations; their first ray,
+    When the dark World dawn'd into Christian Day,              5
+    And smil'd i' th' Babe's bright face; the purpling bud
+    And rosy dawn of the right royall blood;
+    Fair first-fruits of the Lamb! sure kings in this,
+    They took a kingdom while they gaue a kisse.
+    But the World's homage, scarse in these well blown,        10
+    We read in you (rare queen) ripe and full-grown.
+    For from this day's rich seed of diadems
+    Does rise a radiant croppe of royalle stemms,
+    A golden haruest of crown'd heads, that meet
+    And crowd for kisses from the Lamb's white feet:           15
+    In this illustrious throng, your lofty floud
+    Swells high, fair confluence of all high-born bloud:
+    With your bright head, whole groues of scepters bend
+    Their wealthy tops, and for these feet contend.
+    So swore the Lamb's dread Sire: and so we see't,           20
+    Crownes, and the heads they kisse, must court these feet.
+    Fix here, fair majesty! May your heart ne're misse
+    To reap new crownes and kingdoms from that kisse;
+    Nor may we misse the ioy to meet in you
+    The aged honors of this day still new.                     25
+    May the great time, in you, still greater be,
+    While all the year is your epiphany;
+    While your each day's deuotion duly brings
+    Three kingdomes to supply this day's three kings.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In 1648 the title is 'To the Queene's Majestie upon his dedicating to
+her the foregoing Hymne, viz. "A Hymne for the Epiphanie,"' which there
+precedes, but in 1652 follows, the dedicatory lines to the Queen. 1648
+furnishes these variations: line 7 misprints 'down' for 'dawn:' line 11
+reads 'deare' for 'rare:' line 14 'royall' for 'golden:' line 18
+corrects our text's misprint of 'whose' for 'whole,' which I have
+accepted: line 20 reads 'great' for 'dread.'
+
+In line 3 we read
+
+    'Those royall sages sue for decent place.'
+
+We know that the King on Twelfth-day presented gold, frankincense and
+myrrh, and so perhaps did the Queen. But these gifts were not presented
+to the magi-kings, and CRASHAW seems to sue on behalf of 'these royall
+sages.' The explanation doubtless is that this was a verse-letter to the
+Queen, enclosing as a gift his Epiphany Hymn 'sung as by the three
+Kings.'
+
+In line 5 'the purpling bud,' &c. requires study. Led by the (erroneous)
+punctuation (face,) I supposed this clause to refer to the 'Babe.' But
+would our Poet have said that the 'dawn of the world smiled on the
+Babe's face,' and in the same breath have called the face a 'rosy dawn'?
+Looking to this, and his rather profuse employment of 'bud,' I now
+believe the clause to be another description of the kings, and punctuate
+(face;). The rhythm of the passage is certainly improved thereby and
+made more like that of CRASHAW, and the words 'right royall blood,'
+which may be thought to become difficult, can be thus explained. The
+races of the heathen kings were not 'royal,' their authority being
+usurped and falsely derived from false gods, and the kingly blood first
+became truly royal when the kings recognised the supreme sovereignty of
+the King of kings and the derivation of their authority from Him, and
+when they were in turn recognised by Him. Hence the use of the epithet
+'purpling,' the Christian or Christ-accepting kings being the first who
+were truly 'born in the purple,' or '_right_ royall blood.'
+
+In lines 15-18, as punctuated in preceding editions, the Poet is made to
+arrange his words after a fashion hardly to be called English, and to
+jumble his metaphors like a poetaster or 4th of July orator in America.
+But both sense and poetry are restored by taking the (!) after 'blood'
+as at least equal to (:), and by replacing 'whose' by 'whole,' as in
+1648. This seems to us restoration, not change. Even thus read, however,
+the passage is somewhat cloudy; but the construction is--the groves of
+sceptres of your high-born ancestors bend with you their wealthy tops,
+when you bow down your head. Our Poet is fond of inversions, and they
+are sometimes more obscure than they ought to be. Line 20 = Psalm i.,
+and cf. Philip. ii. 11. G.
+
+
+
+
+VPON EASTER DAY.[40]
+
+
+    Rise heire of fresh Eternity                                1
+        From thy virgin tombe!
+    Rise mighty Man of wonders, and Thy World with Thee!
+        Thy tombe the uniuersall East,
+          Nature's new wombe,                                   5
+    Thy tombe, fair Immortalitie's perfumèd nest.
+
+    Of all the glories make Noone gay,
+        This is the Morne;
+    This Rock buds forth the fountaine of the streames of Day;
+        In Joye's white annalls live this howre                10
+          When Life was borne;
+    No cloud scoule on His radiant lids, no tempest lower.
+
+    Life, by this Light's nativity
+        All creatures have;
+    Death onely by this Daye's just doome is forc't to dye,    15
+        Nor is Death forc't; for may he ly
+          Thron'd in Thy grave,
+    Death will on this condition be content to dye.
+
+
+
+
+SOSPETTO D' HERODE.
+
+LIBRO PRIMO.[41]
+
+
+ARGOMENTO.
+
+    _Casting the times with their strong signes,
+    Death's master his owne death divines:
+    Strugling for helpe, his best hope is
+    Herod's suspition may heale his.
+    Therefore he sends a fiend to wake
+    The sleeping tyrant's fond mistake;                _foolish_
+    Who feares (in vaine) that He Whose birth
+    Meanes Heav'n, should meddle with his Earth._
+
+
+I.
+
+    Muse, now the servant of soft loves no more,
+    Hate is thy theame, and Herod, whose unblest
+    Hand (O what dares not jealous greatnesse?) tore
+    A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' brest:
+    The bloomes of martyrdome. O be a dore
+    Of language to my infant lips, yee best
+        Of confessours: whose throates answering his swords,
+        Gave forth your blood for breath, spoke soules for words.
+
+
+II.
+
+    Great Anthony! Spain's well-beseeming pride,
+    Thou mighty branch of emperours and kings;
+    The beauties of whose dawne what eye may bide?
+    Which with the sun himselfe weigh's equall wings;
+    Mappe of heroick worth! whom farre and wide
+    To the beleeving world, Fame boldly sings:
+        Deigne thou to weare this humble wreath, that bowes
+        To be the sacred honour of thy browes.
+
+
+III.
+
+    Nor needs my Muse a blush, or these bright flowers
+    Other than what their owne blest beauties bring:
+    They were the smiling sons of those sweet bowers
+    That drink the deaw of life, whose deathlesse spring,
+    Nor Sirian flame nor Borean frost deflowers:
+    From whence heav'n-labouring bees with busie wing,
+        Suck hidden sweets, which well-digested proves
+        Immortall hony for the hive of loves.
+
+
+IV.
+
+    Thou, whose strong hand with so transcendent worth,
+    Holds high the reine of faire Parthenope,
+    That neither Rome nor Athens can bring forth
+    A name in noble deeds rivall to thee!
+    Thy fame's full noise, makes proud the patient Earth,
+    Farre more then, matter for my Muse and mee.
+        The Tyrrhene Seas and shores sound all the same
+        And in their murmurs keepe thy mighty name.
+
+
+V.
+
+    Below the bottome of the great Abysse,
+    There where one center reconciles all things:
+    The World's profound heart pants; there placèd is
+    Mischiefe's old master. Close about him clings
+    A curl'd knot of embracing snakes, that kisse
+    His correspondent cheekes: these loathsome strings
+        Hold the perverse prince in eternall ties
+        Fast bound, since first he forfeited the skies.
+
+
+VI.
+
+    The judge of torments and the king of teares,
+    He fills a burnisht throne of quenchlesse fire:
+    And for his old faire roabes of light, he weares
+    A gloomy mantle of darke flames; the tire
+    That crownes his hated head on high appeares:
+    Where seav'n tall hornes (his empire's pride) aspire.
+        And to make up Hell's majesty, each horne
+        Seav'n crested Hydras, horribly adorne.
+
+
+VII.
+
+    His eyes, the sullen dens of Death and Night,
+    Startle the dull ayre with a dismall red:
+    Such his fell glances, as the fatall light
+    Of staring comets, that looke kingdomes dead.
+    From his black nostrills, and blew lips, in spight
+    Of Hell's owne stinke, a worser stench is spread.
+        His breath Hell's lightning is: and each deepe groane
+        Disdaines to think that Heav'n thunders alone.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+    His flaming eyes' dire exhalation,
+    Vnto a dreadfull pile gives fiery breath;
+    Whose unconsum'd consumption preys upon
+    The never-dying life of a long death.
+    In this sad house of slow destruction,
+    (His shop of flames) hee fryes himself, beneath
+        A masse of woes; his teeth for torment gnash,
+        While his steele sides sound with his tayle's strong lash.
+
+
+IX.
+
+    Three rigourous virgins waiting still behind,
+    Assist the throne of th' iron-sceptred king.
+    With whips of thornes and knotty vipers twin'd
+    They rouse him, when his ranke thoughts need a sting.
+    Their lockes are beds of uncomb'd snakes that wind
+    About their shady browes in wanton rings.
+        Thus reignes the wrathfull king, and while he reignes,
+        His scepter and himselfe both he disdaines.
+
+
+X.
+
+    Disdainefull wretch! how hath one bold sinne cost
+    Thee all the beauties of thy once bright eyes!
+    How hath one black eclipse cancell'd, and crost
+    The glories that did gild thee in thy rise!
+    Proud morning of a perverse day! how lost
+    Art thou unto thy selfe, thou too selfe-wise
+        Narcissus! foolish Phaeton! who for all
+        Thy high-aym'd hopes, gaind'st but a flaming fall.
+
+
+XI.
+
+    From Death's sad shades to the life-breathing ayre,
+    This mortall enemy to mankind's good,
+    Lifts his malignant eyes, wasted with care,
+    To become beautifull in humane blood.
+    Where Iordan melts his chrystall, to make faire
+    The fields of Palestine, with so pure a flood,
+        There does he fixe his eyes: and there detect
+        New matter, to make good his great suspect.
+
+
+XII.
+
+    He calls to mind th' old quarrell, and what sparke
+    Set the contending sons of Heav'n on fire:
+    Oft in his deepe thought he revolves the darke
+    Sibill's divining leaves: he does enquire
+    Into th' old prophesies, trembling to marke
+    How many present prodigies conspire,
+        To crowne their past predictions, both he layes
+        Together, in his pondrous mind both weighs.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+    Heaven's golden-wingèd herald, late he saw
+    To a poore Galilean virgin sent:
+    How low the bright youth bow'd, and with what awe
+    Immortall flowers to her faire hand present.
+    He saw th' old Hebrewe's wombe, neglect the law
+    Of age and barrennesse, and her babe prevent      _anticipate_
+        His birth by his devotion, who began
+        Betimes to be a saint, before a man.
+
+
+XIV.
+
+    He saw rich nectar-thawes, release the rigour
+    Of th' icy North; from frost-bound Atlas hands,
+    His adamantine fetters fall: green vigour
+    Gladding the Scythian rocks and Libian sands.
+    He saw a vernall smile, sweetly disfigure
+    Winter's sad face, and through the flowry lands
+        Of faire Engaddi, hony-sweating fountaines
+        With manna, milk, and balm, new-broach the mountaines.
+
+
+XV.
+
+    He saw how in that blest Day-bearing Night,
+    The Heav'n-rebukèd shades made hast away;
+    How bright a dawne of angels with new light
+    Amaz'd the midnight world, and made a Day
+    Of which the Morning knew not. Mad with spight
+    He markt how the poore shepheards ran to pay
+        Their simple tribute to the Babe, Whose birth
+        Was the great businesse both of Heav'n and Earth.
+
+
+XVI.
+
+    He saw a threefold Sun, with rich encrease
+    Make proud the ruby portalls of the East.
+    He saw the Temple sacred to sweet Peace,
+    Adore her Prince's birth, flat on her brest.
+    He saw the falling idolls, all confesse
+    A comming Deity: He saw the nest
+        Of pois'nous and unnaturall loves, Earth-nurst,
+        Toucht with the World's true antidote, to burst.
+
+
+XVII.
+
+    He saw Heav'n blossome with a new-borne light,
+    On which, as on a glorious stranger gaz'd
+    The golden eyes of Night: whose beame made bright
+    The way to Beth'lem and as boldly blaz'd,
+    (Nor askt leave of the sun) by day as night.
+    By whom (as Heav'ns illustrious hand-maid) rais'd,
+        Three kings (or what is more) three wise men went
+        Westward to find the World's true orient.
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+    Strucke with these great concurrences of things,
+    Symptomes so deadly unto Death and him;
+    Faine would he have forgot what fatall strings
+    Eternally bind each rebellious limbe.
+    He shooke himselfe, and spread his spatious wings:
+    Which like two bosom'd sailes, embrace the dimme
+        Aire, with a dismall shade; but all in vaine:
+        Of sturdy adamant is his strong chaine.
+
+
+XIX.
+
+    While thus Heav'n's highest counsails, by the low
+    Footsteps of their effects, he trac'd too well,
+    He tost his troubled eyes: embers that glow
+    Now with new rage, and wax too hot for Hell:
+    With his foule clawes he fenc'd his furrowed brow,
+    And gave a gastly shreeke, whose horrid yell
+        Ran trembling through the hollow vaults of Night,
+        The while his twisted tayle he gnaw'd for spight.
+
+
+XX.
+
+    Yet on the other side, faine would he start
+    Above his feares, and thinke it cannot be.
+    He studies Scripture, strives to sound the heart
+    And feele the pulse of every prophecy;
+    He knows (but knowes not how, or by what art)
+    The Heav'n-expecting ages hope to see
+        A mighty Babe, Whose pure, unspotted birth
+        From a chast virgin wombe, should blesse the Earth.
+
+
+XXI.
+
+    But these vast mysteries his senses smother,
+    And reason (for what's faith to him?) devoure.
+    How she that is a maid should prove a mother,
+    Yet keepe inviolate her virgin flower;
+    How God's eternall Sonne should be Man's brother,
+    Poseth his proudest intellectuall power.
+        How a pure Spirit should incarnate bee,
+        And Life it selfe weare Death's fraile livery.
+
+
+XXII.
+
+    That the great angell-blinding Light should shrinke
+    His blaze, to shine in a poore shepherd's eye:
+    That the unmeasur'd God so low should sinke,
+    As pris'ner in a few poore rags to lye:
+    That from His mother's brest He milke should drinke,
+    Who feeds with nectar Heav'n's faire family:
+        That a vile manger His low bed should prove,
+        Who in a throne of stars thunders above.
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+    That He Whom the sun serves, should faintly peepe
+    Through clouds of infant flesh: that He the old
+    Eternall Word should be a child, and weepe:
+    That He Who made the fire, should feare the cold:
+    That Heav'n's high Majesty His court should keepe
+    In a clay-cottage, by each blast control'd:
+        That Glorie's Self should serve our griefs and feares,
+        And free Eternity, submit to yeares.
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+    And further, that the Lawe's eternall Giver
+    Should bleed in His Owne Lawe's obedience:
+    And to the circumcising knife deliver
+    Himselfe, the forfet of His slave's offence:
+    That the unblemisht Lambe, blessèd for ever,
+    Should take the marke of sin, and paine of sence.
+        These are the knotty riddles, whose darke doubt
+        Intangles his lost thoughts, past getting out.
+
+
+XXV.
+
+    While new thoughts boyl'd in his enragèd brest,
+    His gloomy bosome's darkest character
+    Was in his shady forehead seen exprest:
+    The forehead's shade in Griefe's expression there,
+    Is what in signe of joy among the blest
+    The face's lightning, or a smile is here.
+        Those stings of care that his strong heart opprest,
+        A desperate, Oh mee! drew from his deepe brest.
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+    Oh mee! (thus bellow'd he) Oh mee! what great
+    Portents before mine eyes their powers advance?
+    And serves my purer sight, onely to beat
+    Downe my proud thought, and leave it in a trance?
+    Frowne I: and can great Nature keep her seat?
+    And the gay starrs lead on their golden dance?
+        Can His attempts above still prosp'rous be,
+        Auspicious still, in spight of Hell and me?
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+    Hee has my Heaven (what would He more?) whose bright
+    And radiant scepter this bold hand should beare:
+    And for the never-fading fields of light,
+    My faire inheritance, He confines me here
+    To this darke house of shades, horrour and night,
+    To draw a long-liv'd death, where all my cheere
+        Is the solemnity my sorrow weares,
+        That mankind's torment waits upon my teares.
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+    Darke, dusky Man, He needs would single forth,
+    To make the partner of His Owne pure ray:
+    And should we powers of Heav'n, spirits of worth,
+    Bow our bright heads before a king of clay?
+    It shall not be, said I, and clombe the North,
+    Where never wing of angell yet made way:
+        What though I mist my blow? yet I strooke high,
+        And to dare something, is some victory.
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+    Is He not satisfied? meanes He to wrest
+    Hell from me too, and sack my territories?
+    Vile humane nature means He not t' invest
+    (O my despight!) with His divinest glories?
+    And rising with rich spoiles upon His brest
+    With His faire triumphs fill all future stories?
+        Must the bright armes of Heav'n, rebuke these eyes?
+        Mocke me, and dazle my darke mysteries?
+
+
+XXX.
+
+    Art thou not Lucifer? he to whom the droves
+    Of stars that gild the Morne, in charge were given?
+    The nimblest of the lightning-wingèd loves,
+    The fairest, and the first-borne smile of Heav'n?
+    Looke in what pompe the mistrisse planet moves
+    Rev'rently circled by the lesser seaven:
+        Such, and so rich, the flames that from thine eyes,
+        Opprest the common-people of the skyes.
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+    Ah wretch! what bootes thee to cast back thy eyes,
+    Where dawning hope no beame of comfort showes?
+    While the reflection of thy forepast joyes,
+    Renders thee double to thy present woes:
+    Rather make up to thy new miseries,
+    And meet the mischiefe that upon thee growes.
+        If Hell must mourne, Heav'n sure shall sympathize,
+        What force cannot effect, fraud shall devise.
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+    And yet whose force feare I? have I so lost
+    My selfe? my strength too with my innocence?
+    Come try who dares, Heav'n, Earth, what ere doth boast
+    A borrowed being, make thy bold defence.
+    Come thy Creator too: What though it cost
+    Me yet a second fall? wee'd try our strengths:
+        Heav'n saw us struggle once; as brave a fight
+        Earth now should see, and tremble at the sight.
+
+
+XXXIII.
+
+    Thus spoke th' impatient prince, and made a pause:
+    His foule hags rais'd their heads, and clapt their hands,
+    And all the powers of Hell in full applause
+    Flourisht their snakes, and tost their flaming brands.
+    We (said the horrid sisters) wait thy lawes,
+    Th' obsequious handmaids of thy high commands:
+        Be it thy part, Hell's mighty lord, to lay
+        On us thy dread command, our's to obey.
+
+
+XXXIV.
+
+    What thy Alecto, what these hands can doe,
+    Thou mad'st bold proofe upon the brow of Heav'n,
+    Nor should'st thou bate in pride, because that now
+    To these thy sooty kingdomes thou art driven.
+    Let Heav'n's Lord chide above lowder than thou
+    In language of His thunder, thou art even
+        With Him below: here thou art lord alone,
+        Boundlesse and absolute: Hell is thine owne.
+
+
+XXXV.
+
+    If usuall wit, and strength will doe no good,
+    Vertues of stones, nor herbes: use stronger charmes,
+    Anger and love, best hookes of humane blood.
+    If all faile, wee'l put on our proudest armes,
+    And pouring on Heav'n's face the Sea's huge flood
+    Quench His curl'd fires: wee'l wake with our alarmes
+        Ruine, where e're she sleepes at Nature's feet:
+        And crush the World till His wide corners meet.
+
+
+XXXVI.
+
+    Reply'd the proud king, O my crowne's defence,
+    Stay of my strong hopes, you of whose brave worth,
+    The frighted stars tooke faint experience,
+    When 'gainst the Thunder's mouth we marchèd forth:
+    Still you are prodigall of your Love's expence
+    In our great projects, both 'gainst Heav'n and Earth:
+        I thanke you all, but one must single out:
+        Cruelty, she alone shall cure my doubt.
+
+
+XXXVII.
+
+    Fourth of the cursèd knot of hags is shee,
+    Or rather all the other three in one;
+    Hell's shop of slaughter shee do's oversee,
+    And still assist the execution.
+    But chiefly there do's she delight to be,
+    Where Hell's capacious cauldron is set on:
+        And while the black soules boile in their own gore,
+        To hold them down, and looke that none seeth o're.
+
+
+XXXVIII.
+
+    Thrice howl'd the caves of Night, and thrice the sound,
+    Thundring upon the bankes of those black lakes,
+    Rung through the hollow vaults of Hell profound:
+    At last her listning eares the noise o're takes,
+    She lifts her sooty lampes, and looking round,
+    A gen'rall hisse from the whole tire of snakes
+        Rebounding, through Hell's inmost cavernes came,
+        In answer to her formidable name.
+
+
+XXXIX.
+
+    'Mongst all the palaces in Hell's command,
+    No one so mercilesse as this of her's.
+    The adamantine doors, for ever stand
+    Impenetrable, both to prai'rs and teares;
+    The walls inexorable steele, no hand
+    Of Time, or teeth of hungry Ruine feares.
+        Their ugly ornaments are the bloody staines
+        Of ragged limbs, torne sculls, and dasht-out braines.
+
+
+XL.
+
+    There has the purple Vengeance a proud seat
+    Whose ever-brandisht sword is sheath'd in blood:
+    About her Hate, Wrath, Warre and Slaughter sweat;
+    Bathing their hot limbs in life's pretious flood:
+    There rude impetuous Rage do's storme and fret,
+    And there as master of this murd'ring brood,
+        Swinging a huge sith stands impartiall Death:    _scythe_
+        With endlesse businesse almost out of breath.
+
+
+XLI.
+
+    For hangings and for curtaines, all along
+    The walls (abominable ornaments!)
+    Are tooles of wrath, anvills of torments hung;
+    Fell executioners of foule intents,
+    Nailes, hammers, hatchets sharpe, and halters strong,
+    Swords, speares, with all the fatall instruments
+        Of Sin and Death, twice dipt in the dire staines
+        Of brothers' mutuall blood, and fathers' braines.
+
+
+XLII.
+
+    The tables furnisht with a cursèd feast
+    Which Harpyes, with leane Famine feed upon,
+    Vnfill'd for ever. Here among the rest,
+    Inhumane Erisicthon too makes one;
+    Tantalus, Atreus, Progne, here are guests:
+    Wolvish Lycaon here a place hath won.
+        The cup they drinke in is Medusa's scull,
+        Which mixt with gall and blood they quaffe brim-full.
+
+
+XLIII.
+
+    The foule queen's most abhorrèd maids of honour,
+    Medæa, Jezabell, many a meager witch,
+    With Circe, Scylla, stand to wait upon her:
+    But her best huswife's are the Parcæ, which
+    Still worke for her, and have their wages from her:
+    They prick a bleeding heart at every stitch.
+        Her cruell cloathes of costly threds they weave,
+        Which short-cut lives of murdred infants leave.
+
+
+XLIV.
+
+    The house is hers'd about with a black wood,      _hearsed_
+    Which nods with many a heavy-headed tree:
+    Each flowers a pregnant poyson, try'd and good,
+    Each herbe a plague. The wind's sighes timèd bee
+    By a black fount, which weeps into a flood.
+    Through the thick shades obscurely might you see
+        Minotaures, Cyclopses, with a darke drove
+        Of Dragons, Hydraes, Sphinxes, fill the grove.
+
+
+XLV.
+
+    Here Diomed's horses, Phereus' dogs appeare,
+    With the fierce lyons of Therodamas.
+    Busiris has his bloody altar here:
+    Here Sylla his severest prison has:
+    The Lestrigonians here their table reare:
+    Here strong Procrustes plants his bed of brasse:
+        Here cruell Scyron boasts his bloody rockes
+        And hatefull Schinis his so fearèd oakes.
+
+
+XLVI.
+
+    What ever schemes of blood, fantastick Frames
+    Of death, Mezentius or Geryon drew;
+    Phalaris, Ochus, Ezelinus: names
+    Mighty in mischiefe; with dread Nero too;
+    Here are they all, here all the swords or flames
+    Assyrian tyrants or Egyptian knew.
+        Such was the house, so furnisht was the hall,
+        Whence the fourth Fury answer'd Pluto's call.
+
+
+XLVII.
+
+    Scarce to this monster could the shady king
+    The horrid summe of his intentions tell;
+    But shee (swift as the momentary wing
+    Of lightning, or the words he spoke) left Hell.
+    She rose, and with her to our World did bring
+    Pale proofe of her fell presence; th' aire too well
+        With a chang'd countenance witnest the sight,
+        And poore fowles intercepted in their flight.
+
+
+XLVIII.
+
+    Heav'n saw her rise, and saw Hell in the sight:
+    The fields' faire eyes saw her, and saw no more,
+    But shut their flowry lids for ever: Night
+    And Winter strow her way: yea, such a sore
+    Is she to Nature, that a generall fright,
+    An universal palsie spreading o're
+        The face of things, from her dire eyes had run,
+        Had not her thick snakes hid them from the sun.
+
+
+XLIX.
+
+    Now had the Night's companion from her dew,
+    Where all the busie day she close doth ly,
+    With her soft wing wipt from the browes of men
+    Day's sweat; and by a gentle tyranny
+    And sweet oppression, kindly cheating them
+    Of all their cares, tam'd the rebellious eye
+        Of Sorrow, with a soft and downy hand,
+        Sealing all brests in a Lethæan band.
+
+
+L.
+
+    When the Erinnys her black pineons spread,
+    And came to Bethlem, where the cruell king
+    Had now retyr'd himselfe, and borrowed
+    His brest a while from Care's unquiet sting;
+    Such as at Thebes' dire feast she shew'd her head,
+    Her sulphur-breathèd torches brandishing:
+        Such to the frighted palace now she comes,
+        And with soft feet searches the silent roomes.
+
+
+LI.
+
+    By Herod___________________now was borne
+    The scepter, which of old great David swaid;
+    Whose right by David's linage so long worne,      _lineage_
+    Himselfe a stranger to, his owne had made;
+    And from the head of Judah's house quite torne
+    The crowne, for which upon their necks he laid
+        A sad yoake, under which they sigh'd in vaine,
+        And looking on their lost state sigh'd againe.
+
+
+LII.
+
+    Vp, through the spatious pallace passèd she,
+    To where the king's proudly-reposèd head
+    (If any can be soft to Tyranny
+    And selfe-tormenting sin) had a soft bed.
+    She thinkes not fit, such, he her face should see,
+    As it is seene in Hell, and seen with dread.
+        To change her face's stile she doth devise,
+        And in a pale ghost's shape to spare his eyes.
+
+
+LIII.
+
+    Her selfe a while she layes aside, and makes
+    Ready to personate a mortall part.
+    Ioseph, the king's dead brother's shape, she takes:
+    What he by nature was, is she by art.
+    She comes to th' king, and with her cold hand slakes
+    His spirits (the sparkes of life) and chills his heart,
+        Life's forge; fain'd is her voice, and false too, be
+        Her words: 'sleep'st thou, fond man? sleep'st thou?' said she.
+
+
+LIV.
+
+    So sleeps a pilot, whose poore barke is prest
+    With many a mercylesse o're-mastring wave;
+    For whom (as dead) the wrathfull winds contest
+    Which of them deep'st shall digge her watry grave.
+    Why dost thou let thy brave soule lye supprest
+    In death-like slumbers, while thy dangers crave
+        A waking eye and hand? looke vp and see
+        The Fates ripe, in their great conspiracy.
+
+
+LV.
+
+    Know'st thou not how of th' Hebrewes' royall stemme
+    (That old dry stocke) a despair'd branch is sprung:
+    A most strange Babe! Who here conceal'd by them
+    In a neglected stable lies, among
+    Beasts and base straw: Already is the streame
+    Quite turn'd: th' ingratefull rebells, this their young
+        Master (with voyce free as the trumpe of Fame)
+        Their new King, and thy Successour proclame.
+
+
+LVI.
+
+    What busy motions, what wild engines stand
+    On tiptoe in their giddy braynes! th' have fire
+    Already in their bosomes, and their hand
+    Already reaches at a sword; they hire
+    Poysons to speed thee; yet through all the Land
+    What one comes to reveale what they conspire?
+        Goe now, make much of these; wage still their wars
+        And bring home on thy brest, more thanklesse scarrs.
+
+
+LVII.
+
+    Why did I spend my life, and spill my blood,
+    That thy firme hand for ever might sustaine
+    A well-pois'd scepter? does it now seeme good
+    Thy brother's blood be spilt, life spent in vaine?
+    'Gainst thy owne sons and brothers thou hast stood
+    In armes, when lesser cause was to complaine:
+        And now crosse Fates a watch about thee keepe,
+        Can'st thou be carelesse now? now can'st thou sleep?
+
+
+LVIII.
+
+    Where art thou man? what cowardly mistake
+    Of thy great selfe, hath stolne king Herod from thee?
+    O call thy selfe home to thy self, wake, wake,
+    And fence the hanging sword Heav'n throws upon thee.
+    Redeeme a worthy wrath, rouse thee, and shake
+    Thy selfe into a shape that may become thee.
+        Be Herod, and thou shalt not misse from mee
+        Immortall stings to thy great thoughts, and thee.
+
+
+LIX.
+
+    So said, her richest snake, which to her wrist
+    For a beseeming bracelet she had ty'd
+    (A speciall worme it was as ever kist
+    The foamy lips of Cerberus) she apply'd
+    To the king's heart: the snake no sooner hist,
+    But Vertue heard it, and away she hy'd:
+        Dire flames diffuse themselves through every veine:
+        This done, home to her Hell she hy'd amaine.
+
+
+LX.
+
+    He wakes, and with him (ne're to sleepe) new feares:
+    His sweat-bedewed bed hath now betraid him
+    To a vast field of thornes; ten thousand speares
+    All pointed in his heart seem'd to invade him:
+    So mighty were th' amazing characters
+    With which his feeling dreame had thus dismay'd him,
+        He his owne fancy-framèd foes defies:
+        In rage, My armes, give me my armes, he cryes.
+
+
+LXI.
+
+    As when a pile of food-preparing fire,
+    The breath of artificiall lungs embraves,
+    The caldron-prison'd waters streight conspire
+    And beat the hot brasse with rebellious waves;
+    He murmurs, and rebukes their bold desire;
+    Th' impatient liquor frets, and foames, and raves,
+        Till his o're-flowing pride suppresse the flame
+        Whence all his high spirits and hot courage came.
+
+
+LXII.
+
+    So boyles the firèd Herod's blood-swolne brest,
+    Not to be slak't but by a sea of blood:
+    His faithlesse crowne he feeles loose on his crest,
+    Which a false tyrant's head ne're firmely stood.
+    The worme of jealous envy and unrest
+    To which his gnaw'd heart is the growing food,
+        Makes him, impatient of the lingring light,
+        Hate the sweet peace of all-composing Night.
+
+
+LXIII.
+
+    A thousand prophecies that talke strange things
+    Had sowne of old these doubts in his deepe brest.
+    And now of late came tributary kings,
+    Bringing him nothing but new feares from th' East,
+    More deepe suspicions, and more deadly stings,
+    With which his feav'rous cares their cold increast.
+        And now his dream (Hel's fireband) still more bright,
+        Shew'd him his feares, and kill'd him with the sight.
+
+
+LXIV.
+
+    No sooner therefore shall the Morning see
+    (Night hangs yet heavy on the lids of Day)
+    But all the counsellours must summon'd bee,
+    To meet their troubled lord: without delay
+    Heralds and messengers immediately
+    Are sent about, who poasting every way
+        To th' heads and officers of every band,
+        Declare who sends, and what is his command.
+
+
+LXV.
+
+    Why art thou troubled, Herod? what vaine feare
+    Thy blood-revolving brest to rage doth move?
+    Heaven's King, Who doffs Himselfe weak flesh to weare,
+    Comes not to rule in wrath, but serve in love.
+    Nor would He this thy fear'd crown from thee teare,
+    But give thee a better with Himselfe above.
+        Poor jealousie! why should He wish to prey
+        Vpon thy crowne, Who gives His owne away?
+
+
+LXVI.
+
+    Make to thy reason, man, and mock thy doubts,
+    Looke how below thy feares their causes are;
+    Thou art a souldier, Herod; send thy scouts,
+    See how Hee's furnish't for so fear'd a warre?
+    What armour does He weare? A few thin clouts.
+    His trumpets? tender cries; His men to dare
+        So much? rude shepheards: what His steeds? alas
+        Poore beasts! a slow oxe and a simple asse.
+
+  _Il fine del primo Libro._
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+See our Essay for critical remarks on the original and CRASHAW'S
+interpretation. These things may be recorded:
+
+St. viii. line 6. '(His shop of flames) he _fries_ himself.' This verb
+'fries,' like 'stick' and some others, had not in Elizabethan times and
+later, that colloquial, and therefore in such a context ludicrous, sound
+that it has to us. In MARLOWE'S or JONSON'S translation of Ovid's
+fifteenth elegy (book i.) the two lines which originally ran thus,
+
+    'Lofty Lucretius shall live that hour
+    That Nature shall dissolve this earthly bower,'
+
+were afterwards altered by JONSON himself to,
+
+    'Then shall Lucretius' lofty numbers die,
+    When earth and seas in fire and flame shall _frie_.'
+
+In another way one of our most ludicrous-serious experiences of
+printers' errors was in a paper contributed by us to an American
+religious periodical. The subject was Affliction, and we remarked that
+God still, as of old with the 'three children' (so-called) permits His
+people to be put into the furnace of 'fiery trials,' wherein He _tries_
+them whether they be ore or dross. To our horror we found the _t_
+changed into _f_, and so read sensationally '_fries_'--all the worse
+that some might think it the author's own word.
+
+St. xxviii. and xxx. The star Lucifer or Phosporos, to whom 'the droves
+of stars that guild the morn, in charge were given,' can never climb
+the North or reach the zenith, being conquered by the effulgence of the
+sun of day. When did the fable of the angel Lucifer, founded on an
+astronomical appearance, mingle itself as it has done here, and grandly
+in MILTON, and in the popular mind generally, with the biblical history
+of Satan?
+
+St. xxxvi. line 2. TURNBULL perpetuates the misprint of 'whose' for 'my'
+from 1670.
+
+St. li. line 3, 'linage' = 'lineage.' For once 1670 is correct in
+reading 'linage' for the misprint 'image' of 1646 and 1648. The original
+is literally as follows:
+
+    'Herod the liege of Augustus, a man now agèd,
+    Then ruled over the royal courts of David:
+    Not of the royal _line_ ...'
+
+St. lix. line 3, 'a special worm:' so SHAKESPEARE (Ant. and Cleopatra,
+v. 2), 'the pretty worm' and 'the worm.'
+
+St. lx. Every one will be reminded of the tent-scene in Richard III.
+
+At end of this translation PEREGRINE PHILLIPS adds 'cetera desunt--heu!
+heu!'
+
+MARINO and CRASHAW have left proper names in the poem unannotated. They
+are mostly trite; but these may be noticed: st. xlii. l. 4, Erisichton
+(see Ovid, _Met._ viii. 814 &c.); he offended Ceres, and was by her
+punished with continual hunger, so that he devoured his own limbs: line
+5, Tantalus the fabled son of Zeus and Pluto, whose doom in the 'lower
+world,' has been celebrated from Homer (_Od._ xi. 582) onward: ib.
+Atreus, grandson of Tantalus, immortalised in infamy with his brother
+Thyestes: ib. Progne = Procne, wife of Tereus, who was metamorphosed
+into a swallow (Apollod. iii. 14, 8): l. 6, Lycaon, like Tantalus, with
+his sons changed by Zeus into wolves (Ovid; Paus. viii. 3, § 1): st.
+xliii. line 2, Medea, most famous of the mythical sorcerers: ib.
+Jezebel, 2 Kings ix. 10, 36: line 3, Circe, another mythical sorceress:
+Scylla, daughter of Typho and rival of Circe, who transformed her (Ovid,
+_Met._ xiv. 1-74); cf. Paradise Lost: line 4, the Paræ = the Fates, ever
+spinning: st. xliv. lines 7-8, all classic monsters: st. xlv. line 1,
+'Diomed's horses' = the fabled 'mares' fed on human flesh (Apollod. ii.
+5, § 8): 'Phereus' dogs,' or Fereus of mythical celebrity: line 2,
+Therodamas or Theromedon, king of Scythia, who fed lions with human
+blood (Ovid, _Ibis_ 385, _Pont._ i. 2, 121): line 3, Busiris, associated
+with Osiris of Egypt; but Herodotus denies that the Egyptians ever
+offered human sacrifices: line 4, Sylla = Sulla: line 5, Lestrigonians,
+ancient inhabitants of Sicily who fed on human flesh (Ovid, _Met._ xiv.
+233, &c.): line 6, Procrustes, _i.e._ the Stretcher, being a surname of
+the famous robber Damastes (Ovid, _Met._ vii. 438): line 7, Scyron, or
+Sciron (Ovid, _Met._ vii. 444-447), who threw his captives from the
+rocks: line 8, Schinis, more accurately Sinis or Sinnis, a celebrated
+robber, his name being connected with {sinomai}, expressing the manner
+in which he tore his victims to pieces by tying them to branches of two
+trees, which he bent together and then let go (Ovid, _Met._ vii. 440);
+according to some he was surnamed Procrustes, but MARINO and CRASHAW
+distinguish the two: st. xlvi. line 2, Mezentius, a mythical king of the
+Etruscans (Virgil, _Æneid_, viii. 480, &c.); he put men to death by
+tying them to a corpse: ib. Geryon, a fabulous king of Hesperia
+(Apollod. ii. 5, § 10); under this name the very reverend Dr. J.H.
+Newman has composed one of his most remarkable poems: line 3, Phalaris,
+_the_ tyrant of Sicily, whose 'brazen bull' of torture gave point to
+Cicero's words concerning him, as 'crudelissimus omnium tyrannorum' (in
+Verr. iv. 33): ib. Ochus = Artaxerxes III. a merciless king of Persia:
+ib. Ezelinus or Ezzelinus, another wicked tyrant.
+
+
+
+
+THE HYMN OF SAINTE THOMAS,
+
+IN ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.[42]
+
+
+    Ecce panis Angelorum,
+          Adoro te.
+
+    With all the powres my poor heart hath                      1
+    Of humble loue and loyall faith,
+    Thus lowe (my hidden life!) I bow to Thee
+    Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me.
+    Down, down, proud Sense! discourses dy!                     5
+    Keep close, my soul's inquiring ey!
+    Not touch, nor tast, must look for more
+    But each sitt still in his own dore.
+
+        Your ports are all superfluous here,
+    Saue that which lets in Faith, the eare.                   10
+    Faith is my skill: Faith can beleiue
+    As fast as Loue new lawes can giue.
+    Faith is my force: Faith strength affords
+    To keep pace with those powrfull words.
+    And words more sure, more sweet then they,                 15
+    Loue could not think, Truth could not say.
+
+        O let Thy wretch find that releife
+    Thou didst afford the faithful theife.
+    Plead for me, Loue! alleage and show
+    That Faith has farther here to goe                         20
+    And lesse to lean on: because than                     _then_
+    Though hidd as God, wounds with Thee man:
+    Thomas might touch, none but might see
+    At least the suffring side of Thee;
+    And that too was Thy self which Thee did couer,            25
+    But here eu'n that's hid too which hides the other.
+
+        Sweet, consider then, that I
+    Though allow'd nor hand nor eye
+    To reach at Thy lou'd face; nor can
+    Tast Thee God, or touch Thee man,                          30
+    Both yet beleiue; and witnesse Thee
+    My Lord too and my God, as lowd as he.
+
+        Help, Lord, my faith, my hope increase,
+    And fill my portion in Thy peace:
+    Giue loue for life; nor let my dayes                       35
+    Grow, but in new powres to Thy name and praise.
+
+        O dear memoriall of that Death
+    Which liues still, and allowes vs breath!
+    Rich, royall food! Bountyfull bread!
+    Whose vse denyes vs to the dead;                           40
+    Whose vitall gust alone can giue
+    The same leaue both to eat and liue;
+    Liue euer bread of loues, and be
+    My life, my soul, my surer-selfe to mee.
+
+        O soft self-wounding Pelican!                          45
+    Whose brest weepes balm for wounded man:
+    Ah! this way bend Thy benign floud
+    To a bleeding heart that gaspes for blood.
+    That blood, whose least drops soueraign be
+    To wash my worlds of sins from me.                         50
+
+    Come Loue! come Lord! and that long day
+    For which I languish, come away.
+    When this dry soul those eyes shall see,
+    And drink the vnseal'd sourse of Thee:
+    When Glory's sun, Faith's shades shall chase,              55
+    And for Thy veil giue me Thy face. Amen.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The original title is 'A Hymne to our Saviour by the Faithfull Receiver
+of the Sacrament.' As before in the title of 'The Weeper' 'Sainte' is
+misspelled 'Sanite.'
+
+Line 1 in 1648 reads 'power.'
+
+    "  8, 'sitt still in his own dore.'
+
+    "  9, 'ports' = openings or gates. So in Edinburgh the
+  'West-port' = a gate of the city in the old west wall.
+
+Line 21, 'than' = 'then.' See our PHINEAS FLETCHER, as before.
+
+Line 29, TURNBULL leaves undetected the 1670 misprint of 'teach' for
+'reach.'
+
+Line 33, 1648 supplies 'my faith,' which in our text is inadvertently
+dropped; 1670 continues the error, which of course TURNBULL repeated.
+
+Line 36, 1670 edition reads 'Grow, but in new pow'rs to name thy
+Praise.'
+
+Lines 37-38 are inadvertently omitted in 1648 edition.
+
+Our text, as will be seen, is arranged in stanzas of irregular form. In
+1648 edition it is one continuous poem thus printed:
+
+    ---------------------
+        ---------------------
+    ---------------------
+        --------------------- G.
+
+
+
+
+LAVDA SION SALVATOREM:
+
+THE HYMN FOR THE BL. SACRAMENT.[43]
+
+
+I.
+
+        Rise, royall Sion! rise and sing
+    Thy soul's kind shepheard, thy hart's King.
+    Stretch all thy powres; call if you can
+    Harpes of heaun to hands of man.
+    This soueraign subject sitts aboue
+    The best ambition of thy loue.
+
+
+II.
+
+        Lo, the Bread of Life, this day's
+    Triumphant text, prouokes thy prayse:            _incites_
+    The liuing and life-giuing bread
+    To the great twelue distributed;
+    When Life, Himself, at point to dy
+    Of loue, was His Own legacy.
+
+
+III.
+
+        Come, Loue! and let vs work a song
+    Lowd and pleasant, sweet and long;
+    Let lippes and hearts lift high the noise
+    Of so iust and solemn ioyes,
+    Which on His white browes this bright day
+    Shall hence for euer bear away.
+
+
+IV.
+
+        Lo, the new law of a new Lord,
+    With a new Lamb blesses the board:
+    The agèd Pascha pleads not yeares
+    But spyes Loue's dawn, and disappeares.
+    Types yield to truthes; shades shrink away;
+    And their Night dyes into our Day.
+
+
+V.
+
+        But lest that dy too, we are bid
+    Euer to doe what He once did:
+    And by a mindfull, mystick breath
+    That we may liue, reuiue His death;
+    With a well-bles't bread and wine,
+    Transsum'd and taught to turn diuine.
+
+
+VI.
+
+        The Heaun-instructed house of Faith
+    Here a holy dictate hath,
+    That they but lend their form and face;--
+    Themselues with reuerence leaue their place,
+    Nature, and name, to be made good,
+    By a nobler bread, more needfull blood.
+
+
+VII.
+
+        Where Nature's lawes no leaue will giue,
+    Bold Faith takes heart, and dares beleiue
+    In different species: name not things,
+    Himself to me my Saviovr brings;
+    As meat in that, as drink in this,
+    But still in both one Christ He is.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+        The receiuing mouth here makes
+    Nor wound nor breach in what he takes.
+    Let one, or one thovsand be
+    Here diuiders, single he
+    Beares home no lesse, all they no more,
+    Nor leaue they both lesse then before.
+
+
+IX.
+
+        Though in it self this soverain Feast
+    Be all the same to euery guest,
+    Yet on the same (life-meaning) Bread
+    The child of death eates himself dead:
+    Nor is't Loue's fault, but Sin's dire skill
+    That thus from Life can death distill.
+
+
+X.
+
+        When the blest signes thou broke shalt see
+    Hold but thy faith intire as He
+    Who, howsoe're clad, cannot come
+    Lesse then whole Christ in euery crumme.
+    In broken formes a stable Faith
+    Vntouch't her precious totall hath.
+
+
+XI.
+
+        So the life-food of angells then
+    Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men!
+    The children's Bread, the Bridegroom's Wine;
+    Not to be cast to dogges, or swine.
+
+
+XII.
+
+        Lo, the full, finall Sacrifice
+    On which all figures fix't their eyes:
+    The ransom'd Isack, and his ramme;
+    The manna, and the paschal lamb.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+        Iesv Master, iust and true!
+    Our food, and faithfull Shephard too!
+    O by Thy self vouchsafe to keep,
+    As with Thy selfe Thou feed'st Thy sheep.
+
+
+XIV.
+
+        O let that loue which thus makes Thee
+    Mix with our low mortality,
+    Lift our lean soules, and sett vs vp
+    Con-victors of Thine Own full cup,
+    Coheirs of saints. That so all may
+    Drink the same wine; and the same way:
+    Nor change the pastvre, but the place,
+    To feed of Thee, in Thine Own face. Amen.
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+In 1648, line 3 has 'thou' for 'you:' line 4 'and' for 'to:' line 6,
+'ambitious:' line 19, 'Lord' is misprinted 'Law:' line 39, 'names:' line
+42 spells 'one' as 'on:' line 55, our text (1652) misprints 'shall:'
+line 75, 1648 reads 'mean' for 'lean.' G.
+
+
+
+
+PRAYER:
+
+AN ODE WHICH WAS PRÆFIXED TO A LITTLE PRAYER-BOOK GIVEN TO A YOUNG
+GENTLE-WOMAN.[44]
+
+
+    Lo here a little volume, but great book!                    1
+                (Feare it not, sweet,
+                It is no hipocrit)
+    Much larger in itselfe then in its looke.
+                A nest of new-born sweets;                      5
+                Whose natiue fires disdaining
+                To ly thus folded, and complaining
+                Of these ignoble sheets,
+                Affect more comly bands
+                (Fair one) from thy kind hands;                10
+                And confidently look
+                To find the rest
+    Of a rich binding in your brest.
+    It is, in one choise handfull, Heauvn; and all
+    Heaun's royall host; incampt thus small                    15
+    To proue that true, Schooles vse to tell,
+    Ten thousand angels in one point can dwell.
+    It is Loue's great artillery
+    Which here contracts it self, and comes to ly              19
+    Close-couch't in your white bosom; and from thence
+    As from a snowy fortresse of defence,
+    Against the ghostly foes to take your part,
+    And fortify the hold of your chast heart.
+    It is an armory of light;
+    Let constant vse but keep it bright,                       25
+                You'l find it yields
+    To holy hands and humble hearts
+                More swords and sheilds
+    Then sin hath snares, or Hell hath darts.
+                Only be sure                                   30
+                The hands be pure
+    That hold these weapons; and the eyes,
+    Those of turtles, chast and true;
+                Wakefull and wise:
+    Here is a freind shall fight for you;                      35
+    Hold but this book before your heart,
+    Let prayer alone to play his part;
+                But O the heart
+                That studyes this high art
+                Must be a sure house-keeper:                   40
+                And yet no sleeper.
+                Dear soul, be strong!
+                Mercy will come e're long
+    And bring his bosome fraught with blessings,
+    Flowers of neuer-fading graces                             45
+    To make immortall dressings
+    For worthy soules, whose wise embraces
+    Store vp themselues for Him, Who is alone
+    The Spovse of virgins and the virgin's Son.
+    But if the noble Bridegroom, when He come,                 50
+    Shall find the loytering heart from home;
+                Leauing her chast aboad
+                To gadde abroad
+    Among the gay mates of the god of flyes;
+    To take her pleasure, and to play                          55
+    And keep the deuill's holyday;
+    To dance in th' sunshine of some smiling
+                But beguiling
+    Spheare of sweet and sugred lyes;
+                Some slippery pair                             60
+    Of false, perhaps, as fair,
+    Flattering but forswearing, eyes;
+    Doubtlesse some other heart
+                Will gett the start
+    Meanwhile, and stepping in before                          65
+    Will take possession of that sacred store
+    Of hidden sweets and holy ioyes;
+    Words which are not heard with eares
+    (Those tumultuous shops of noise)
+    Effectuall whispers, whose still voice                     70
+    The soul it selfe more feeles then heares;
+    Amorous languishments; luminous trances;
+    Sights which are not seen with eyes;
+    Spirituall and soul-peircing glances
+    Whose pure and subtil lightning flyes                      75
+    Home to the heart, and setts the house on fire,
+    And melts it down in sweet desire
+                Yet doth not stay
+    To ask the windows' leaue, to passe that way;
+    Delicious deaths; soft exalations                          80
+    Of soul; dear and diuine annihilations;
+                A thousand vnknown rites
+    Of ioyes and rarefy'd delights;
+    A hundred thousand goods, glories, and graces:
+                And many a mystick thing                       85
+                Which the diuine embraces
+    Of the deare Spouse of spirits, with them will bring,
+                For which it is no shame
+    That dull mortality must not know a name.
+                Of all this hidden store                       90
+    Of blessings, and ten thousand more
+                (If when He come
+                He find the heart from home)
+                Doubtlesse He will vnload
+                Himself some other where,                      95
+                And poure abroad
+                His pretious sweets
+    On the fair soul whom first He meets.
+    O fair, O fortunate! O riche! O dear!
+    O happy and thrice-happy she                              100
+    Deare silver-breasted dove
+                Who ere she be,
+                Whose early loue
+                With wingèd vowes
+    Makes hast to meet her morning Spouse,                    105
+    And close with His immortall kisses.
+    Happy indeed, who neuer misses
+    To improue that pretious hour,
+                And euery day
+                Seize her sweet prey,                         110
+    All fresh and fragrant as He rises,
+    Dropping with a baulmy showr,
+    A delicious dew of spices;
+    O let the blissfull heart hold it fast
+    Her heaunly arm-full; she shall tast                      115
+    At once ten thousand paradises;
+                She shall haue power
+                To rifle and deflour
+    The rich and roseall spring of those rare sweets
+    Which with a swelling bosome there she meets:             120
+                Boundles and infinite ___________
+    ___________ Bottomles treasures
+    Of pure inebriating pleasures.
+    Happy proof! she shal discouer
+                What ioy, what blisse,                        125
+    How many heau'ns at once it is
+    To haue her God become her Lover.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The text of 1648 corresponds pretty closely, except in the usual changes
+of orthography, with our text (1652): and 1670, in like manner, follows
+that of 1646. 1646 edition furnishes some noticeable variations:
+
+Line 1, 'large' for 'great.'
+
+    "  2-4 restored to their place here. TURNBULL gives them
+  in a foot-note with this remark: 'So in the Paris edition of
+  1652. In all the others,
+
+      Fear it not, sweet,
+      It is no hypocrite,
+    Much larger in itself, than in its book.'
+
+This is a mistake. The only edition that omits the lines (5-13) besides
+the first (1646) and substitutes these three is that of 1670.
+
+Lines 5-13 not in 1646 edition: first appeared in 1648 edition.
+
+    "  14, 'choise' for 'rich.'
+
+    "  15, 'hoasts' for 'host.'
+
+    "  17, 'Ten thousand.'
+
+    "  20. Our text (1652) here and elsewhere misreads 'their:'
+  silently corrected.
+
+Line 22. Our text (1652) misprints 'their' for 'the:' as 'the' is the
+reading of 1648 and 1670, I have adopted it.
+
+Line 24, 'the' for 'an.'
+
+    " 27, 'hand' for 'hands.'
+
+    " 37, 1648 edition has 'its' for 'his.'
+
+    " 44. Our text (1652) oddly misprints 'besom' for 'bosome:'
+  the latter reading in 1646, 1648 and 1670 vindicates
+  itself. 1646 reads 'her' and 1648 'its' for 'his.'
+
+Line 50, 'comes' for 'come.'
+
+    "  51, 'wandring' for 'loytering.'
+
+    "  54. The allusion is to one of the names of Satan, viz.
+  Baal-zebub = fly-god, dunghill-god.
+
+Line 55, 'pleasures.'
+
+    "  57. Our text (1652) inadvertently drops 'in.' 1648
+  has 'i' th'.'
+
+Line 59. Our text misprints 'spheares:' 1648 adopts 'spheare' from 1646
+edition. 1670 misprints 'spear.'
+
+Line 62, 'forswearing:' a classic word.
+
+    "  64, 'git' is the spelling.
+
+    "  65. All the editions save our text (1652) omit 'meanwhile.'
+
+Line 66, 'the' for 'that.'
+
+    "  69, 'These' for 'Those,' by mistake.
+
+    "  78, 'doth' for 'does' I have adopted here.
+
+    "  83, 1648, by misprint, has 'O' for 'Of.'
+
+    "  84, 'An hundred thousand loves and graces.'
+
+    "  90. I have accepted 'hidden' before 'store' from 1646
+  edition.
+
+Line 101. I have also adopted this characteristic line from 1646
+edition. In all the others (except 1670) it is 'Selected dove.'
+
+Line 107, 'soule' for 'indeed.'
+
+    "  114, 'that' for 'the.'
+
+    "  121-122. In 1648 printed as _supra_, the lines probably
+  indicating a blank where the MS. was illegible. In our text
+  (1652) we have two lines, but no blank indicated.
+
+Line 124, 'soul' for 'proof.'
+
+    "  127, 'a' for 'her.' G.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE SAME PARTY:
+
+COVNCEL CONCERNING HER CHOISE.[45]
+
+
+    Dear, Heaun-designèd sovl!                                  1
+                Amongst the rest
+    Of suters that beseige your maiden brest,
+                Why may not I
+                My fortune try                                  5
+    And venture to speak one good word,
+    Not for my self, alas! but for my dearer Lord?
+    You have seen allready, in this lower sphear
+    Of froth and bubbles, what to look for here:
+    Say, gentle soul, what can you find                        10
+                But painted shapes,
+                Peacocks and apes;
+                Illustrious flyes,
+    Guilded dunghills, glorious lyes;
+                Goodly surmises                                15
+                And deep disguises,
+    Oathes of water, words of wind?
+    Trvth biddes me say 'tis time you cease to trust
+    Your soul to any son of dust.
+    'Tis time you listen to a brauer loue,                     20
+                Which from aboue
+                Calls you vp higher
+                And biddes you come
+                And choose your roome
+    Among His own fair sonnes of fire;                         25
+                Where you among
+                The golden throng
+    That watches at His palace doores
+                May passe along,
+    And follow those fair starres of your's;                   30
+    Starrs much too fair and pure to wait vpon
+    The false smiles of a sublunary sun.
+    Sweet, let me prophesy that at last t'will proue
+                Your wary loue
+    Layes vp his purer and more pretious vowes,                35
+    And meanes them for a farre more worthy Spovse
+    Then this World of lyes can giue ye:
+    Eu'n for Him with Whom nor cost,
+    Nor loue, nor labour can be lost;
+    Him Who neuer will deceiue ye.                             40
+    Let not my Lord, the mighty Louer
+    Of soules, disdain that I discouer
+                The hidden art
+    Of His high stratagem to win your heart:
+                It was His heaunly art                         45
+                Kindly to cross you
+                In your mistaken loue;
+                That, at the next remoue
+                Thence, He might tosse you
+                And strike your troubled heart                 50
+    Home to Himself; to hide it in His brest:
+                The bright ambrosiall nest
+    Of Loue, of life, and euerlasting rest.
+                Happy mystake!
+                That thus shall wake                           55
+    Your wise soul, neuer to be wonne
+    Now with a loue below the sun.
+    Your first choyce failes; O when you choose agen
+    May it not be amongst the sonnes of men.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+    The first line, 'To Mistress M.R.
+    Dear, Heav'n-designed soul,'
+
+as in 1670, is not to be considered as an unrhymed line, but as the
+address or superscription, though so contrived as not to interfere with
+the metre, but to make a five-foot line with the two feet of the true
+first line of the poem. So Parolles prefaces his verse with
+
+    'Dian, the count's a fool and full of gold.'
+
+  (_All's Well that ends Well_, iv. 3.)
+
+and Longaville (_Love's Labour Lost_) prefixes to his sonnet,
+
+    'O sweet Maria, empress of my love.'
+
+In fact, it is the 'Madam' of a poetical epistle brought into metrical
+harmony with the verse. G.
+
+
+
+
+DESCRIPTION OF A RELIGIOVS HOVSE AND CONDITION OF LIFE.
+
+(OVT OF BARCLAY.)[46]
+
+
+    No roofes of gold o're riotous tables shining               1
+    Whole dayes and suns, deuour'd with endlesse dining.
+    No sailes of Tyrian sylk, proud pauements sweeping,
+    Nor iuory couches costlyer slumber keeping;
+    False lights of flairing gemmes; tumultuous ioyes;          5
+    Halls full of flattering men and frisking boyes;
+    What'ere false showes of short and slippery good
+    Mix the mad sons of men in mutuall blood.
+    But walkes, and vnshorn woods; and soules, iust so
+    Vnforc't and genuine; but not shady tho.                   10
+    Our lodgings hard and homely as our fare,
+    That chast and cheap, as the few clothes we weare.
+    Those, course and negligent, as the naturall lockes
+    Of these loose groues; rough as th' vnpolish't rockes.
+    A hasty portion of præscribèd sleep;                       15
+    Obedient slumbers, that can wake and weep,
+    And sing, and sigh, and work, and sleep again;
+    Still rowling a round spear of still-returning pain.
+    Hands full of harty labours; paines that pay
+    And prize themselves: doe much, that more they may,        20
+    And work for work, not wages; let to-morrow's
+    New drops, wash off the sweat of this daye's sorrows.
+    A long and dayly-dying life, which breaths
+    A respiration of reuiuing deaths.
+    But neither are there those ignoble stings                 25
+    That nip the blossome of the World's best things,
+    And lash Earth-labouring souls....
+    No cruell guard of diligent cares, that keep
+    Crown'd woes awake, as things too wise for sleep:
+    But reuerent discipline, and religious fear,               30
+    And soft obedience, find sweet biding here;
+    Silence, and sacred rest; peace, and pure ioyes;
+    Kind loues keep house, ly close, make no noise;
+    And room enough for monarchs, while none swells
+    Beyond the kingdomes of contentfull cells.                 35
+    The self-remembring sovl sweetly recouers
+    Her kindred with the starrs; not basely houers
+    Below: but meditates her immortall way
+    Home to the originall sourse of Light and intellectuall day
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In 1648 the heading is simply 'Description of a religious house.' The
+original occurs in BARCLAY'S _Argenis_, book v. These variations include
+one important correction of a long-standing blunder:
+
+Line 3, 1648 misprints 'weeping' for 'sweeping.'
+
+    "  4, 'costly' for 'costlyer.'
+
+    "  6, 'flatt'ring' for 'flattering.'
+
+    "  19-20. Our text (1652), followed by 1670, strangely confuses
+  this couplet by printing,
+
+    'Hands full of harty labours; doe much, that more they may.'
+
+TURNBULL, as usual, unintelligently repeats the blunder. Even in using
+the text of 1652 exceptionally, if only he found it confirmed by 1670,
+there was no vigilance. The reading of 1648 puts all right.
+
+Line 23. Our text misspells 'ding.'
+
+    "  26. Misprinted 'bosome' in all the editions, and perpetuated
+  by TURNBULL. Line 27 that follows is a break (unrhymed).
+
+Line 33. 1648 misreads 'keep no noise.' G.
+
+
+
+
+ON MR. GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOKE INTITULED THE TEMPLE OF SACRED POEMS.
+
+SENT TO A GENTLE-WOMAN.[47]
+
+
+    Know you, faire, on what you looke?                         1
+    Divinest love lyes in this booke:
+    Expecting fier from your faire eyes,
+    To kindle this his sacrifice.
+
+    When your hands untie these strings,                        5
+    Think, yo' have an angell by the wings;
+    One that gladly would be nigh,
+    To waite upon each morning sigh;
+    To flutter in the balmy aire
+    Of your well-perfumèd praier;                              10
+    These white plumes of his hee'l lend you,
+    Which every day to Heaven will send you:
+    To take acquaintance of each spheare,
+    And all your smooth-fac'd kindred there.
+    And though HERBERT'S name doe owe                          15
+    These devotions; fairest, know
+    While I thus lay them on the shrine
+    Of your white hand, they are mine.
+
+
+
+
+A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SAINTE TERESA:
+
+
+    Fovndresse of the Reformation of the discalced Carmelites, both men
+    and women; a Woman for angelicall heigth of speculation, for
+    masculine courage of performance more then a woman: who yet a child,
+    out-ran maturity, and durst plott a Martyrdome;
+
+    Misericordias Domini in Æternvm cantabo.
+
+    Le Vray portraict de Ste Terese, Fondatrice des Religieuses et
+    Religieux reformez de l'ordre de N. Dame du mont Carmel: Decedee le
+    4e Octo. 1582. Canonisee le 12e Mars. 1622.[48]
+
+
+THE HYMNE.
+
+    Loue, thou art absolute, sole lord                          1
+    Of life and death. To proue the word
+    Wee'l now appeal to none of all
+    Those thy old souldiers, great and tall,
+    Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down                5
+    With strong armes, their triumphant crown;
+    Such as could with lusty breath
+    Speak lowd into the face of death,
+    Their great Lord's glorious name, to none
+    Of those whose spatious bosomes spread a throne            10
+    For Love at large to fill; spare blood and sweat:
+    And see him take a priuate seat,
+    Making his mansion in the mild
+    And milky soul of a soft child.
+        Scarse has she learn't to lisp the name                15
+    Of martyr; yet she thinks it shame
+    Life should so long play with that breath
+    Which spent can buy so braue a death.
+    She neuer vndertook to know
+    What Death with Loue should haue to doe;                   20
+    Nor has she e're yet vnderstood
+    Why to show loue, she should shed blood,
+    Yet though she cannot tell you why
+    She can love, and she can dy.
+        Scarse has she blood enough to make                    25
+    A guilty sword blush for her sake;
+    Yet has she a heart dares hope to proue
+    How much lesse strong is Death then Love.
+        Be Loue but there; let poor six yeares
+    Be pos'd with the maturest feares                          30
+    Man trembles at, you straight shall find
+    Love knowes no nonage, nor the mind;
+    'Tis love, not yeares or limbs that can
+    Make the martyr, or the man.
+    Love touch't her heart, and lo it beates                   35
+    High, and burnes with such braue heates;
+    Such thirsts to dy, as dares drink vp
+    A thousand cold deaths in one cup.
+    Good reason: for she breathes all fire;
+    Her white brest heaues with strong desire                  40
+    Of what she may with fruitles wishes
+    Seek for amongst her mother's kisses.
+        Since 'tis not to be had at home
+    She'l trauail to a martyrdom.
+    No home for hers confesses she                             45
+    But where she may a martyr be.
+        She'l to the Moores; and trade with them          _Moors_
+    For this vnualued diadem:
+    She'l offer them her dearest breath,
+    With Christ's name in't, in change for death:              50
+    She'l bargain with them; and will giue
+    Them God; teach them how to liue
+    In Him: or, if they this deny,
+    For Him she'l teach them how to dy:
+    So shall she leaue amongst them sown                       55
+    Her Lord's blood; or at lest her own.                 _least_
+        Farewel then, all the World! adieu!
+    Teresa is no more for you.
+    Farewell, all pleasures, sports, and ioyes
+    (Never till now esteemèd toyes)                            60
+    Farewell, what ever deare may bee,
+    Mother's armes or father's knee:
+    Farewell house, and farewell home!
+    She's for the Moores, and martyrdom.
+        Sweet, not so fast! lo thy fair Spouse                 65
+    Whom thou seekst with so swift vowes;
+    Calls thee back, and bidds thee come
+    T'embrace a milder martyrdom.
+        Blest powres forbid, thy tender life
+    Should bleed vpon a barbarous knife:                       70
+    Or some base hand haue power to raze
+    Thy brest's chast cabinet, and vncase
+    A soul kept there so sweet: O no,
+    Wise Heaun will neuer have it so.
+    Thou art Love's victime; and must dy                       75
+    A death more mysticall and high:
+    Into Loue's armes thou shalt let fall
+    A still-suruiuing funerall.
+    His is the dart must make the death
+    Whose stroke shall tast thy hallow'd breath;               80
+    A dart thrice dip't in that rich flame
+    Which writes thy Spouse's radiant name
+    Vpon the roof of Heau'n, where ay
+    It shines; and with a soueraign ray
+    Beates bright vpon the burning faces                       85
+    Of soules which in that Name's sweet graces
+    Find euerlasting smiles: so rare,
+    So spirituall, pure, and fair
+    Must be th' immortall instrument
+    Vpon whose choice point shall be sent                      90
+    A life so lou'd: and that there be
+    Fitt executioners for thee,
+    The fair'st and first-born sons of fire
+    Blest seraphim, shall leaue their quire,
+    And turn Loue's souldiers, vpon thee                       95
+        To exercise their archerie.
+    O how oft shalt thou complain
+    Of a sweet and subtle pain:
+    Of intolerable ioyes:
+    Of a death, in which who dyes                             100
+    Loues his death, and dyes again
+    And would for euer so be slain.
+    And liues, and dyes; and knowes not why
+    To liue, but that he thus may neuer leaue to dy.
+        How kindly will thy gentle heart                      105
+    Kisse the sweetly-killing dart!
+    And close in his embraces keep
+    Those delicious wounds, that weep
+    Balsom to heal themselves with: thus
+    When these thy deaths, so numerous                        110
+    Shall all at last dy into one,
+    And melt thy soul's sweet mansion;
+    Like a soft lump of incense, hasted
+    By too hott a fire, and wasted
+    Into perfuming clouds, so fast                            115
+    Shalt thou exhale to Heaun at last
+    In a resoluing sigh, and then
+    O what? Ask not the tongues of men;
+    Angells cannot tell; suffice
+    Thy selfe shall feel thine own full ioyes,                120
+    And hold them fast for euer there.
+    So soon as thou shalt first appear,
+    The moon of maiden starrs, thy white
+    Mistresse, attended by such bright
+    Soules as thy shining self, shall come                    125
+    And in her first rankes make thee room;
+    Where 'mongst her snowy family
+    Immortall wellcomes wait for thee.
+        O what delight, when reueal'd Life shall stand,
+    And teach thy lipps Heaun with His hand;                  130
+    On which thou now maist to thy wishes
+    Heap vp thy consecrated kisses.
+    What ioyes shall seize thy soul, when she,
+    Bending her blessed eyes on Thee,
+    (Those second smiles of Heau'n,) shall dart               135
+    Her mild rayes through Thy melting heart.
+        Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee
+    Glad at their own home now to meet thee.
+        All thy good workes which went before
+    And waited for thee, at the door,                         140
+    Shall own thee there; and all in one
+    Weaue a constellation
+    Of crowns, with which the King thy Spouse
+    Shall build vp thy triumphant browes.
+        All thy old woes shall now smile on thee,             145
+    And thy paines sitt bright vpon thee,
+    All thy sorrows here shall shine,
+    All thy svfferings be diuine:
+    Teares shall take comfort, and turn gemms
+    And wrongs repent to diademms.                            150
+    Eu'n thy death shall liue; and new-
+    Dresse the soul that erst he slew.
+    Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarres
+    As keep account of the Lamb's warres.
+        Those rare workes where thou shalt leaue writt        155
+    Loue's noble history, with witt
+    Taught thee by none but Him, while here
+    They feed our soules, shall clothe thine there.
+    Each heaunly word, by whose hid flame
+    Our hard hearts shall strike fire, the same               160
+    Shall flourish on thy browes, and be
+    Both fire to vs and flame to thee;
+    Whose light shall liue bright in thy face
+    By glory, in our hearts by grace.
+        Thou shalt look round about, and see                  165
+    Thousands of crown'd soules throng to be
+    Themselues thy crown: sons of thy vowes
+    The virgin-births with which thy soueraign Spouse
+    Made fruitfull thy fair soul. Goe now
+    And with them all about thee, bow                         170
+    To Him; put on (Hee'l say) put on
+    (My rosy loue) that thy rich zone
+    Sparkling with the sacred flames
+    Of thousand soules, whose happy names
+    Heau'n keep vpon thy score: (Thy bright                   175
+    Life brought them first to kisse the light,
+    That kindled them to starrs,) and so
+    Thou with the Lamb, thy Lord, shalt goe,
+    And whereso'ere He setts His white
+    Stepps, walk with Him those wayes of light,               180
+    Which who in death would liue to see,
+    Must learn in life to dy like thee.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The original edition (1646) has this title, 'In memory of the Vertuous
+and Learned Lady Madre de Teresa, that sought an early Martyrdome;' and
+so also in 1648. 1670 agrees with 1652; only the Latin line above the
+portrait and the French verses are omitted.
+
+The text of 1646 furnishes a number of variations corrective in part of
+all the subsequent editions. These are recorded below. 1648 agrees
+substantially with 1652: but a few unimportant readings peculiar to it
+are also given in these Notes.
+
+_Various readings from 1646 edition._
+
+  Line 3, 'Wee need to goe to none of all.'
+
+    "  4, 'stout' for 'great.'
+
+    "  5, 'ripe and full growne.'
+
+    "  8, 'unto' for 'into;' the latter preferable.
+
+    "  10, 'Of those whose large breasts built a throne.'
+
+    "  11-13,
+
+    'For Love their Lord, glorious and great
+    Weel see Him take a private seat,
+    And make ...'
+
+I have hesitated whether this ought not to have been adopted as our
+text; but it is a characteristic of CRASHAW to introduce abruptly long
+and short lines as in our text, and to carry a thought or metaphor
+through a number of lines.
+
+  Line 15, 'had' for 'has,' and 'a' for 'the.'
+
+    "  21, 'hath,' and so in 1648 edition.
+
+    "  23, our text (1652) misprints 'enough:' I correct from 1648.
+
+    "  25, 'had,' 1648 'hath.'
+
+    "  27, 1648, 'hath.'
+
+    "  31, 'wee' for 'you.'
+
+  Line 37, 'thirst' for 'thirsts,' and 'dare' for 'dares.'
+
+    "  38 spells 'coled.'
+
+    "  40, 'weake' for 'white;' the latter a favourite epithet
+  with CRASHAW: 1648 'weake.'
+
+  Line 43, 1648 drops 'at' inadvertently.
+
+    "  44 spells 'travell:' 1648 has 'for' instead of 'to.'
+
+    "  45, 'her,' by misprint for 'her's.'
+
+    "  47, 1648 has 'try' for 'trade.'
+
+    "  49, 'Shee offers.' 57 spells 'adeiu.'
+
+    "  61, this line is by oversight dropped from our text
+  (1652).
+
+  Line 70, spelled 'barborous' in our text, but I have adopted
+  'a' from 1646 and 1648.
+
+  Line 71, 'race' for 'raze;' a common contemporary spelling.
+
+    "  77, 'hand' for 'armes.'
+
+    "  93, 'The fairest, and the first borne Loves of fire.'
+
+    "  94, 'Seraphims,' the usual misspelling of the plural
+  of seraph in our English Bible.
+
+  Line 104, 'To live, but that he still may dy.'
+
+    "  106, our text (1652) misreads 'sweetly-kissing.' I
+  have adopted 'sweetly-killing' from 1646, 1648 and 1670.
+
+  Line 108, 1648 has 'thine' for 'his.'
+
+    "  118, 'disolving.'
+
+    "  123, our text (1652) inadvertently drops 'shalt,' and
+  misreads 'you' for 'thou.' I accept the text of 1646, 1648
+  and 1670.
+
+  line 129, 'on.'
+
+    "  130, 'shee' for 'reueal'd Life;' and in next line 'her'
+  for 'His.' Our text (1652) is preferable, as pointing to Christ
+  the Life, our Life. See under lines 11-13.
+
+  Line 133, 'joy.'
+
+    "  146, 'set;' a common contemporary spelling.
+
+    "  147, this line, dropped inadvertently from our text
+  (1652), is restored from 1646, 1648 and 1670.
+
+  Line 148, 'And' for 'All.'
+
+    "  151, 'Even thy deaths.'
+
+    "  152, 'Dresse the soul that late they slew.'
+
+    "  167 misprints 'nowes;' corrected in 1648, but not in 1670.
+
+    "  168 drops 'soueraign.' See under lines 11-13.
+
+    "  175, 'keeps.'
+
+    "  178, 'shall.' Cf. Rev. xiv. 5, as before. G.
+
+
+
+
+AN APOLOGIE FOR THE FOREGOING HYMN,
+
+AS HAUING BEEN WRITT WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS YET AMONG THE PROTESTANTS.[49]
+
+
+    Thus haue I back again to thy bright name                   1
+    (Fair floud of holy fires!) transfus'd the flame
+    I took from reading thee: 'tis to thy wrong
+    I know, that in my weak and worthlesse song
+    Thou here art sett to shine where thy full day              5
+    Scarse dawnes. O pardon, if I dare to say
+    Thine own dear bookes are guilty. For from thence
+    I learn't to know that Loue is eloquence.
+    That hopefull maxime gaue me hart to try
+    If, what to other tongues is tun'd so high,                10
+    Thy praise might not speak English too: forbid
+    (By all thy mysteryes that here ly hidde)
+    Forbid it, mighty Loue! let no fond hate
+    Of names and wordes, so farr præiudicate.
+    Souls are not Spaniards too: one freindly floud            15
+    Of baptism blends them all into a blood.
+    Christ's faith makes but one body of all soules,
+    And Loue's that body's soul; no law controwlls
+    Our free traffique for Heau'n; we may maintaine
+    Peace, sure, with piety, though it come from Spain.        20
+    What soul so e're, in any language, can
+    Speak Heau'n like her's, is my soul's country-man.
+    O 'tis not Spanish, but 'tis Heau'n she speaks!
+    'Tis Heau'n that lyes in ambush there, and breaks
+    From thence into the wondring reader's brest;              25
+    Who feels his warm heart hatcht into a nest
+    Of little eagles and young loues, whose high
+    Flights scorn the lazy dust, and things that dy.
+    There are enow whose draughts (as deep as Hell)
+    Drink vp all Spain in sack. Let my soul swell              30
+    With the strong wine of Loue: let others swimme
+    In puddles; we will pledge this seraphim
+    Bowles full of richer blood then blush of grape
+    Was euer guilty of. Change we our shape
+    (My soul) some drink from men to beasts, O then            35
+    Drink we till we proue more, not lesse, then men,
+    And turn not beasts but angels. Let the King
+    Me euer into these His cellars bring,
+    Where flowes such wine as we can haue of none
+    But Him Who trod the wine-presse all alone:                40
+    Wine of youth, life, and the sweet deaths of Loue;
+    Wine of immortall mixture; which can proue
+    Its tincture from the rosy nectar; wine
+    That can exalt weak earth; and so refine
+    Our dust, that at one draught, Mortality                   45
+    May drink it self vp, and forget to dy.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The title in 1646 'Steps' is 'An Apologie for the precedent Hymne:' in
+1648 the 'Flaming Heart' also precedes the 'Apologie,' and its title,
+'Hymnes on Teresa,' is added. 1670 has 'was yet a Protestant.'
+
+_Various readings from 1646._
+
+  Line 2, 'sea.'
+
+    "  9, 'heavenly.'
+
+    "  12, 'there' for 'here.'
+
+    "  14, 'prejudicate.'
+
+    "  16, 'one' for 'a:' 1670 has 'one.'
+
+    "  18, 1648 spells 'comptrolls.'
+
+    "  20, 'dwell in' for 'come from.'
+
+    "  21, 'soever.'
+
+    "  26, 'finds' for 'feels:' our text (1652) drops 'hatcht,'
+  which we have restored after 1646 and 1648; 1670 reads 'hatch,'
+  and TURNBULL follows blindly.
+
+  Line 29, our text (1652) misreads 'now:' we restore 'enow,'
+  after the editions as in No. 9.
+
+  Line 34, our text misreads 'too' after 'we:' I omit it, as
+  in 1646 and 1670. 1648 has 'to.'
+
+  Line 41, 'Wine of youth's Life.'
+
+    "  45, 'in' for 'at.' As the 'Apologie' refers only to
+  the Hymn preceding, and not to what follows, I have placed it
+  after the former, not (as in 1648) the latter, which would make
+  it refer to both. G.
+
+
+
+
+THE FLAMING HEART:
+
+VPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT TERESA, AS SHE IS
+VSVALLY EXPRESSED WITH A SERAPHIM BISIDE HER.[50]
+
+
+    Wel-meaning readers! you that come as freinds               1
+    And catch the pretious name this peice pretends;
+    Make not too much hast to admire
+    That fair-cheek't fallacy of fire.
+    That is a seraphim, they say                                5
+    And this the great Teresia.
+    Readers, be rul'd by me; and make
+    Here a well-plact and wise mistake:
+    You must transpose the picture quite,
+    And spell it wrong to read it right;                       10
+    Read him for her, and her for him,
+    And call the saint the seraphim.
+        Painter, what didst thou vnderstand
+    To put her dart into his hand?
+    See, euen the yeares and size of him                       15
+    Showes this the mother seraphim.
+    This is the mistresse flame; and duteous he
+    Her happy fire-works here, comes down to see.
+    O most poor-spirited of men!
+    Had thy cold pencil kist her pen,                          20
+    Thou couldst not so vnkindly err
+    To show vs this faint shade for her.
+    Why, man, this speakes pure mortall frame;
+    And mockes with female frost Loue's manly flame.
+    One would suspect thou meant'st to paint                   25
+    Some weak, inferiour, woman-saint.
+    But had thy pale-fac't purple took
+    Fire from the burning cheeks of that bright booke,
+    Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all
+    That could be found seraphicall;                           30
+    What e're this youth of fire, weares fair,
+    Rosy fingers, radiant hair,
+    Glowing cheek, and glistering wings,
+    All those fair and fragrant things
+    But before all, that fiery dart                            35
+    Had fill'd the hand of this great heart.
+        Doe then, as equall right requires,
+    Since his the blushes be, and her's the fires,
+    Resume and rectify thy rude design,
+    Vndresse thy seraphim into mine;                           40
+    Redeem this iniury of thy art,
+    Giue him the vail, giue her the dart.
+    Giue him the vail; that he may couer
+    The red cheeks of a riuall'd louer.
+    Asham'd that our world now can show                        45
+    Nests of new seraphims here below.
+        Giue her the dart, for it is she
+    (Fair youth) shootes both thy shaft, and thee;
+    Say, all ye wise and well-peirc't hearts
+    That liue and dy amidst her darts,                         50
+    What is't your tastfull spirits doe proue
+    In that rare life of her, and Loue?
+    Say, and bear witnes. Sends she not
+    A seraphim at euery shott?
+    What magazins of immortall armes there shine!              55
+    Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line.
+    Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame;
+    Giue him the veil, who giues the shame.
+        But if it be the frequent fate
+    Of worst faults to be fortunate;                           60
+    If all's præscription; and proud wrong
+    Hearkens not to an humble song;
+    For all the gallantry of him,
+    Giue me the suffring seraphim.
+    His be the brauery of all those bright things,             65
+    The glowing cheekes, the glistering wings;
+    The rosy hand, the radiant dart;
+    Leaue her alone the flaming heart.
+        Leaue her that; and thou shalt leaue her
+    Not one loose shaft but Loue's whole quiver.               70
+    For in Loue's feild was neuer found
+    A nobler weapon then a wovnd.
+    Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part,
+    The wounded is the wounding heart.
+    O heart! the æquall poise of Loue's both parts             75
+    Bigge alike with wound and darts.
+    Liue in these conquering leaues; liue all the same,
+    And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame.
+    Liue here, great heart; and loue and dy and kill;
+    And bleed and wound; and yeild and conquer still.          80
+    Let this immortall life wherere it comes
+    Walk in a crowd of loues and martyrdomes.
+    Let mystick deaths wait on't; and wise soules be
+    The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee.
+
+    O sweet incendiary! shew here thy art,                     85
+    Vpon this carcasse of a hard, cold hart;
+    Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light, that play
+    Among the leaues of thy larg books of day.
+    Combin'd against this brest at once break in
+    And take away from me my self and sin;                     90
+    This gratious robbery shall thy bounty be,
+    And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me.
+    O thou vndanted daughter of desires!
+    By all thy dowr of lights and fires;
+    By all the eagle in thee, all the doue;                    95
+    By all thy liues and deaths of loue;
+    By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day,
+    And by thy thirsts of loue more large then they;
+    By all thy brim-fill'd bowles of feirce desire,
+    By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire;             100
+    By the full kingdome of that finall kisse
+    That seiz'd thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His;
+    By all the Heau'n thou hast in Him
+    (Fair sister of the seraphim!)
+    By all of Him we have in thee;                            105
+    Leaue nothing of my self in me.
+    Let me so read thy life, that I
+    Vnto all life of mine may dy.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The title in 1648 omits the words 'the seraphical saint,' and the text
+there lacks the last twenty-four lines.
+
+_Various readings from 1648._
+
+  Line 3, 'so' for 'too.'
+
+    "  11, 'And' for 'read.'
+
+    "  18, 'happier.'
+
+  Line 31 misreads 'But e're,' and 'were' for 'weares.'
+
+    "  33, 'cheekes.'
+
+    "  34 flagrantly misreads 'flagrant' for 'fragrant,' which
+  TURNBULL as usual blindly repeats.
+
+  Line 48, 'shafts.'
+
+    "  58 reads '... kindly tells the shame.' It is a characteristic
+  of CRASHAW to vary his measures, else I should have
+  adopted this reading from 1648. The line is somewhat obscure
+  through the conceitful repetition of 'gives.' The sense is,
+  who, being pictured red, shows the blushing shamefacedness
+  of being outdone in his own seraphic nature by an earthly
+  saint. G.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG OF DIVINE LOVE.[51]
+
+
+        Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace                 1
+    Sends vp my soul to seek Thy face,
+    Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,
+    I dy in Loue's delicious fire.
+            O Loue, I am thy sacrifice!                         5
+    Be still triumphant, blessed eyes!
+    Still shine on me, fair suns! that I
+    Still may behold, though still I dy.
+
+
+SECOND PART.
+
+        Though still I dy, I liue again;
+    Still longing so to be still slain;                        10
+    So gainfull is such losse of breath,
+    I dy euen in desire of death.
+            Still liue in me this longing strife
+    Of liuing death and dying life;
+    For while Thou sweetly slayest me                          15
+    Dead to my selfe, I liue in Thee.
+
+
+
+
+IN THE GLORIOVS ASSVMPTION OF OVR BLESSED LADY.[52]
+
+
+THE HYMN.
+
+    Hark! she is call'd, the parting houre is come;             1
+    Take thy farewell, poor World! Heaun must go home.
+    A peice of heau'nly earth; purer and brighter
+    Then the chast starres, whose choise lamps come to light her,
+    Whil'st through the crystall orbes, clearer then they       5
+    She climbes; and makes a farre more Milkey Way.
+    She's call'd! Hark, how the dear immortall Doue
+    Sighes to His syluer mate, 'Rise vp, my loue'!
+    Rise vp, my fair, my spotlesse one!
+    The Winter's past, the rain is gone;                       10
+    The Spring is come, the flowrs appear,
+    No sweets, (save thou,) are wanting here.
+            Come away, my loue!
+            Come away, my doue!
+                Cast off delay;                                15
+            The court of Heau'n is come
+            To wait vpon thee home;
+                Come, come away!
+            The flowrs appear,
+    Or quickly would, wert thou once here.                     20
+    The Spring is come, or if it stay
+    'Tis to keep time with thy delay.
+    The rain is gone, except so much as we
+    Detain in needfull teares to weep the want of thee.
+            The Winter's past,                                 25
+            Or if he make lesse hast,
+    His answer is, why she does so,
+    If Sommer come not, how can Winter goe?
+            Come away, come away!
+    The shrill winds chide, the waters weep thy stay;          30
+    The fountains murmur, and each loftyest tree
+    Bowes low'st his leauy top, to look for thee.
+            Come away, my loue!
+            Come away, my doue &c.
+    She's call'd again. And will she goe?                      35
+    When Heau'n bidds come, who can say no?
+    Heau'n calls her, and she must away,
+    Heau'n will not, and she cannot stay.
+    Goe then; goe, gloriovs on the golden wings
+    Of the bright youth of Heau'n, that sings                  40
+    Vnder so sweet a burthen. Goe,
+    Since thy dread Son will haue it so.
+    And while thou goest, our song and we
+    Will, as we may, reach after thee.
+    Hail, holy queen of humble hearts!                         45
+    We in thy prayse will haue our parts.
+    And though thy dearest lookes must now give light
+    To none but the blest heavens, whose bright
+    Beholders, lost in sweet delight,
+    Feed for ever their faire sight                            50
+    With those divinest eyes, which we
+    And our darke world noe more shall see;
+    Though our poore eyes are parted soe,
+    Yet shall our lipps never lett goe
+    Thy gracious name, but to the last                         55
+    Our loving song shall hold it fast.
+            Thy pretious name shall be
+            Thy self to vs; and we
+            With holy care will keep it by vs.
+            We to the last                                     60
+            Will hold it fast,
+            And no Assvmption shall deny vs.
+            All the sweetest showres
+            Of our fairest flowres
+            Will we strow vpon it.                             65
+            Though our sweets cannot make
+            It sweeter, they can take
+            Themselues new sweetness from it.
+    Maria, men and angels sing,
+    Maria, mother of our King.                                 70
+    Live, rosy princesse, live! and may the bright
+    Crown of a most incomparable light
+    Embrace thy radiant browes. O may the best
+    Of euerlasting ioyes bath thy white brest.
+    Live, our chast loue, the holy mirth                       75
+    Of Heau'n; the humble pride of Earth.
+    Liue, crown of woemen; queen of men;
+    Liue, mistresse of our song. And when
+    Our weak desires haue done their best,
+    Sweet angels come, and sing the rest.                      80
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The heading in the SANCROFT MS. is 'On the Assumption of the Virgin
+Marie.' In line 5 it reads 'whil'st,' and so in line 43: line 7, 'againe
+th' immortal Dove:' line 12, our text (1652) reads 'but;' we prefer
+'saue' of 1648 and the MS.: line 30, our text (1652) misprints 'heauy'
+for 'leavy' of 1648: line 42, the MS. reads 'great:' line 47, 'give' for
+'be;' adopted: line 53, 'eyes' for 'ioyes;' adopted: line 57, 'sacred:'
+line 76, 'bragg:' line 77, '_praise_ of women, _pride_ of men.'
+
+By an unaccountable inadvertence, our text (1652) omits lines 47-56.
+They are restored from 1648: they also appear in 1670. Line 18 in 1648
+reads 'Come, come away:' in 1670 it is 'Come away, come away;' but this
+edition strangely, but characteristically, omits lines 19-34; and
+TURNBULL, following it, though pronounced by himself 'the most
+inaccurate of all' (Preliminary Observations, p. xi. of his edition),
+has overlooked them. Confer, for a quaint parallel with these lines
+(19-34), our JOSEPH FLETCHER. It may also be noted here that TURNBULL
+betrays his habitual use of his self-condemned text of 1670 by
+misreading in line 12, 'No sweets since thou art wanting here;' so
+converting the fine compliment into ungrammatical nonsense. Earlier
+also (line 3) he similarly reads, after the same text, 'light' for
+'earth.' So too in line 7 he reads 'She's call'd again; hark! how th'
+immortall dove:' and line 42, for the favourite 'dread' of our Poet the
+weaker 'great,' as _supra_: and the following line 63 omits 'the:' line
+64, 'our:' line 65 reads 'We'll:' line 76, 'and' for 'the.' On lines
+9-10, cf. Song of Solomon, ii. 10-13. G.
+
+
+
+
+UPON FIVE PIOVS AND LEARNED DISCOURSES:
+
+BY ROBERT SHELFORD.[53]
+
+
+    Rise, then, immortall maid! Religion, rise!                 1
+    Put on thy self in thine own looks: t' our eyes
+    Be what thy beauties, not our blots, have made thee;
+    Such as (ere our dark sinnes to dust betray'd thee)
+    Heav'n set thee down new drest; when thy bright birth       5
+    Shot thee like lightning to th' astonisht Earth.
+    From th' dawn of thy fair eyelids wipe away
+    Dull mists and melancholy clouds: take Day
+    And thine own beams about thee: bring the best
+    Of whatsoe're perfum'd thy Eastern nest.                   10
+    Girt all thy glories to thee: then sit down,
+    Open this book, fair Queen, and take thy crown.
+    These learnèd leaves shall vindicate to thee
+    Thy holyest, humblest, handmaid, Charitie;
+    She'l dresse thee like thy self, set thee on high          15
+    Where thou shalt reach all hearts, command each eye.
+    Lo! where I see thy altars wake, and rise
+    From the pale dust of that strange sacrifice
+    Which they themselves were; each one putting on
+    A majestie that may beseem thy throne.                     20
+    The holy youth of Heav'n, whose golden rings
+    Girt round thy awfull altars; with bright wings
+    Fanning thy fair locks, (which the World beleeves
+    As much as sees) shall with these sacred leaves
+    Trick their tall plumes, and in that garb shall go         25
+    If not more glorious, more conspicuous tho.
+              --------Be it enacted then,
+    By the fair laws of thy firm-pointed pen,
+    God's services no longer shall put on
+    Pure sluttishnesse for pure religion:                      30
+    No longer shall our Churches' frighted stones
+    Lie scatter'd like the burnt and martyr'd bones
+    Of dead Devotion; nor faint marbles weep
+    In their sad ruines; nor Religion keep
+    A melancholy mansion in those cold                         35
+    Urns: Like God's sanctuaries they lookt of old;
+    Now seem they Temples consecrate to none,
+    Or to a new god, Desolation.
+    No more the hypocrite shall th' upright be
+    Because he's stiffe, and will confesse no knee:            40
+    While others bend their knee, no more shalt thou,
+    (Disdainfull dust and ashes!) bend thy brow;
+    Nor on God's altar cast two scorching eyes,
+    Bak't in hot scorn, for a burnt sacrifice:
+    But (for a lambe) thy tame and tender heart,               45
+    New struck by Love, still trembling on his dart;
+    Or (for two turtle-doves) it shall suffice
+    To bring a pair of meek and humble eyes.
+    This shall from henceforth be the masculine theme
+    Pulpits and pennes shall sweat in; to redeem               50
+    Vertue to action, that life-feeding flame
+    That keeps Religion warm: not swell a name
+    Of Faith; a mountain-word, made up of aire,
+    With those deare spoils that wont to dresse the fair
+    And fruitfull Charitie's full breasts (of old),            55
+    Turning her out to tremble in the cold.
+    What can the poore hope from us, when we be
+    Uncharitable ev'n to Charitie?
+    Nor shall our zealous ones still have a fling
+    At that most horrible and hornèd thing,                    60
+    Forsooth the Pope: by which black name they call
+    The Turk, the devil, Furies, Hell and all,
+    And something more. O he is Antichrist:
+    Doubt this, and doubt (say they) that Christ is Christ:
+    Why, 'tis a point of Faith. What e're it be,               65
+    I'm sure it is no point of Charitie.
+    In summe, no longer shall our people hope,
+    To be a true Protestant's but to hate the Pope.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+I have taken the text of this poem as it originally appeared, because in
+all the editions of the Poems wherein it is given the last ten lines are
+omitted. TURNBULL discovered this after his text of the Poems was
+printed off, and so had to insert them in a Postscript, wherein his
+genius for blundering describes Shelford's volume as 'Five ... _Poems_.'
+These slight variations may be recorded:
+
+The title in all is 'On a Treatise of Charity.'
+
+  Line 12, 1648 has 'thy' for 'this.'
+
+    "  16, ib. 'shall' for 'shalt.'
+
+    "  17, all the editions 'off'rings' for 'altars.'
+
+    "  30, ib. 'A' for the first 'pure.'
+
+    "  36, our text misprints 'look' for 'look't.'
+
+The poem is signed in Shelford's volume 'RICH. CRASHAW, Aul. Pemb. A.B.'
+It appeared in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 86-8), 1648 (pp. 101-2), 1670 (pp.
+68-70). G.
+
+
+
+
+DIES IRÆ, DIES ILLA:
+
+THE HYMN OF THE CHVRCH, IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT.[54]
+
+
+I.
+
+      Hear'st thou, my soul, what serious things
+    Both the Psalm and sybyll sings
+    Of a sure Iudge, from Whose sharp ray
+    The World in flames shall fly away.
+
+
+II.
+
+      O that fire! before whose face
+    Heaun and Earth shall find no place.
+    O those eyes! Whose angry light
+    Must be the day of that dread night.
+
+
+III.
+
+      O that trump! whose blast shall run
+    An euen round with the circling sun,
+    And vrge the murmuring graues to bring
+    Pale mankind forth to meet his King.
+
+
+IV.
+
+      Horror of Nature, Hell, and Death!
+    When a deep groan from beneath
+    Shall cry, We come, we come, and all
+    The caues of Night answer one call.
+
+
+V.
+
+      O that Book! whose leaues so bright
+    Will sett the World in seuere light.
+    O that Iudge! Whose hand, Whose eye
+    None can indure; yet none can fly.
+
+
+VI.
+
+      Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou say?
+    And to what patron chuse to pray?
+    When starres themselues shall stagger; and
+    The most firm foot no more then stand.
+
+
+VII.
+
+      But Thou giu'st leaue (dread Lord!) that we
+    Take shelter from Thy self, in Thee;
+    And with the wings of Thine Own doue
+    Fly to Thy scepter of soft loue.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+      Dear, remember in that Day
+    Who was the cause Thou cam'st this way.
+    Thy sheep was stray'd; and Thou wouldst be
+    Euen lost Thyself in seeking me.
+
+
+IX.
+
+      Shall all that labour, all that cost
+    Of loue, and eu'n that losse, be lost?
+    And this lou'd soul, iudg'd worth no lesse
+    Then all that way, and wearyness.
+
+
+X.
+
+      Iust mercy then, Thy reckning be
+    With my Price, and not with me;
+    'Twas pay'd at first with too much pain,
+    To be pay'd twice; or once, in vain.
+
+
+XI.
+
+      Mercy (my Iudge), mercy I cry
+    With blushing cheek and bleeding ey:
+    The conscious colors of my sin
+    Are red without and pale within.
+
+
+XII.
+
+      O let Thine Own soft bowells pay
+    Thy self; and so discharge that day.
+    If Sin can sigh, Loue can forgiue:
+    O say the word, my soul shall liue.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+      Those mercyes which Thy Mary found,
+    Or who Thy crosse confes't and crown'd;
+    Hope tells my heart, the same loues be
+    Still aliue, and still for me.
+
+
+XIV.
+
+      Though both my prayres and teares combine,
+    Both worthlesse are; for they are mine.
+    But Thou Thy bounteous Self still be;
+    And show Thou art, by sauing me.
+
+
+XV.
+
+      O when Thy last frown shall proclaim
+    The flocks of goates to folds of flame,
+    And all Thy lost sheep found shall be;
+    Let 'Come ye blessed,' then call me.
+
+
+XVI.
+
+      When the dread '_Ite_' shall diuide
+    Those limbs of death, from Thy left side;
+    Let those life-speaking lipps command
+    That I inheritt Thy right hand.
+
+
+XVII.
+
+      O hear a suppliant heart, all crush't
+    And crumbled into contrite dust.
+    My hope, my fear! my Iudge, my Freind!
+    Take charge of me, and of my end.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In st. vi. line 4, 'then' is = than, on which cf. our PHINEAS FLETCHER,
+as before: in st. xvi. line 1, '_Ite_' = 'go ye' of the Vulgate. 1670,
+st. ii. line 3, misprints 'these' for 'those:' st. viii. line 3, 'And
+Thou would'st be,' _i.e._ didst will to be,--not merely wished to be,
+but carried out Thy intent. G.
+
+
+
+
+CHARITAS NIMIA, OR THE DEAR BARGAIN.[55]
+
+
+      Lord, what is man? why should he coste Thee               1
+    So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
+    Lord, what is man? that thou hast ouerbought
+    So much a thing of nought?
+
+      Loue is too kind, I see; and can                          5
+    Make but a simple merchant-man.
+    'Twas for such sorry merchandise,
+    Bold painters haue putt out his eyes.
+
+      Alas, sweet Lord, what wer't to Thee
+    If there were no such wormes as we?                        10
+    Heau'n ne're the lesse still Heau'n would be,
+          Should mankind dwell
+          In the deep Hell:
+    What haue his woes to doe with Thee?
+
+                  Let him goe weep                             15
+                  O're his own wounds;
+                  Seraphims will not sleep
+    Nor spheares let fall their faithfull rounds.
+            Still would the youthfull spirits sing;
+    And still Thy spatious palace ring;                        20
+    Still would those beauteous ministers of light
+            Burn all as bright.
+
+        And bow their flaming heads before Thee:
+    Still thrones and dominations would adore Thee;
+    Still would those euer-wakefull sons of fire               25
+            Keep warm Thy prayse
+            Both nights and dayes,
+    And teach Thy lou'd name to their noble lyre.
+
+        Let froward dust then doe it's kind;
+    And giue it self for sport to the proud wind.              30
+    Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares
+    In the æternity of Thy old cares?
+    Why shouldst Thou bow Thy awfull brest to see
+    What mine own madnesses haue done with me?
+
+        Should not the king still keepe his throne             35
+    Because some desperate fool's vndone?
+    Or will the World's illustrious eyes
+    Weep for euery worm that dyes.
+
+            Will the gallant sun
+            E're the lesse glorious run?                       40
+    Will he hang down his golden head
+    Or e're the sooner seek his Western bed,
+            Because some foolish fly
+            Growes wanton, and will dy?
+
+      If I were lost in misery,                                45
+    What was it to Thy Heaun and Thee?
+    What was it to Thy pretious blood
+    If my foul heart call'd for a floud?
+
+      What if my faithlesse soul and I
+        Would needs fall in                                    50
+        With guilt and sin;
+    What did the Lamb, that He should dy?
+    What did the Lamb, that He should need,
+    When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed?
+
+            If my base lust,                                   55
+    Bargain'd with Death and well-beseeming dust:
+            Why should the white
+            Lamb's bosom write
+            The purple name
+            Of my sin's shame?                                 60
+        Why should His vnstaind brest make good
+    My blushes with His Own heart-blood?
+
+        O my Saviovr, make me see
+        How dearly Thou hast payd for me,
+        That lost again my life may proue,                     65
+    As then in death, so now in loue.
+
+
+
+
+S. MARIA MAIOR.
+
+
+    Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi, qui pascitur inter lilia. _Cant._
+    ii.
+
+THE HIMN, O GLORIOSA DOMINA.[56]
+
+
+    Hail, most high, most humble one!                           1
+    Aboue the world, below thy Son;
+    Whose blush the moon beauteously marres
+    And staines the timerous light of stares.
+    He that made all things, had not done                       5
+    Till He had made Himself thy Son:
+    The whole World's host would be thy guest
+    And board Himself at thy rich brest.
+    O boundles hospitality!
+    The Feast of all things feeds on thee.                     10
+        The first Eue, mother of our Fall,
+    E're she bore any one, slew all.
+    Of her vnkind gift might we haue
+    Th' inheritance of a hasty grave:
+    Quick-burye'd in the wanton tomb                           15
+            Of one forbidden bitt;
+    Had not a better frvit forbidden it.
+            Had not thy healthfull womb
+    The World's new eastern window bin,
+    And giuen vs heau'n again, in giuing Him.                  20
+    Thine was the rosy dawn, that spring the Day
+    Which renders all the starres she stole away.
+      Let then the agèd World be wise, and all
+    Proue nobly here vnnaturall;
+    'Tis gratitude to forgett that other                       25
+    And call the maiden Eue their mother.
+      Yee redeem'd nations farr and near,
+    Applaud your happy selues in her;
+    (All you to whom this loue belongs)
+    And keep't aliue with lasting songs.                       30
+      Let hearts and lippes speak lowd; and say
+    Hail, door of life: and sourse of Day!
+    The door was shut, the fountain seal'd;
+    Yet Light was seen and Life reueal'd.
+    The door was shut, yet let in day,                         35
+    The fountain seal'd, yet life found way.
+      Glory to Thee, great virgin's Son
+    In bosom of Thy Father's blisse.
+      The same to Thee, sweet Spirit be done;
+    As euer shall be, was, and is. Amen.                       40
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The heading in 1648 is simply 'The Virgin-Mother:' in 1670 it is 'The
+Hymn, O Gloriosa Domina.'
+
+  Line 2, 1648 reads 'the Son.'
+
+    "  10, our text (1652) misprints 'the' for 'thee.'
+
+Line 21, I follow here the text of 1648. 1652 reads
+
+    'Thine was the rosy dawn that sprung the day.'
+
+and this is repeated in 1670 and, of course, by TURNBULL.
+
+Line 26, 1648 has 'your' for 'their.'
+
+    "  35 is inadvertently dropped in our text (1652), though
+  the succeeding line (with which it rhymes) appears. I restore
+  it. 1670 also drops it; and so again TURNBULL!
+
+Lines 43-44, 'Because some foolish fly.' This metaphorical allusion to
+the Fall and its results (as described by MILTON and others) is founded
+on the dying of various insects after begetting their kind. G.
+
+
+
+
+HOPE.[57]
+
+
+    Hope, whose weak beeing ruin'd is                           1
+    Alike if it succeed or if it misse!
+    Whom ill and good doth equally confound,
+    And both the hornes of Fate's dilemma wound.
+          Vain shadow; that dost vanish quite                   5
+          Both at full noon and perfect night!
+    The starres haue not a possibility
+          Of blessing thee.
+    If thinges then from their end we happy call,
+    'Tis Hope is the most hopelesse thing of all.              10
+
+      Hope, thou bold taster of delight!
+    Who in stead of doing so, deuourst it quite.
+    Thou bringst vs an estate, yet leau'st vs poor
+    By clogging it with legacyes before.
+            The ioyes which we intire should wed               15
+            Come deflour'd-virgins to our bed.
+    Good fortunes without gain imported be
+            Such mighty custom's paid to thee
+    For ioy, like wine kep't close, doth better tast;
+    If it take air before, his spirits wast.                   20
+
+      Hope, Fortun's cheating lottery,
+    Where for one prize, an hundred blankes there be.
+    Fond anchor, Hope! who tak'st thine aime so farr
+    That still or short or wide thine arrows are;
+            Thinne empty cloud which th' ey deceiues           25
+            With shapes that our own fancy giues.
+    A cloud which gilt and painted now appeares
+            But must drop presently in teares:
+    When thy false beames o're reason's light preuail,
+    By _ignes fatvi_ for North starres we sail.                30
+
+      Brother of Fear, more gaily clad,
+    The merryer fool o' th' two, yet quite as mad.
+    Sire of Repentance, child of fond desire
+    That blow'st the chymick's and the louer's fire.
+            Still leading them insensibly on                   35
+            With the strong witchcraft of 'anon.'
+    By thee the one does changing nature, through
+            Her endlesse labyrinths pursue;
+    And th' other chases woman; while she goes
+    More wayes and turnes then hunted Nature knowes.           40
+
+  M. COWLEY.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In all the editions save that of 1652 the respective portions of COWLEY
+and CRASHAW are alternated as Question and Answer, after a fashion of
+the day exemplified by _Pembroke_ and RUDYARD and others. The heading in
+1646, 1648 and 1670 accordingly is 'On Hope, by way of Question and
+Answer, between A. COWLEY and R. CRASHAW.'
+
+_Various readings from 1646 edition._
+
+  Line 3, 'and' for 'or,' and 'doth' for 'does.'
+
+    "  7, 'Fates' for 'starres:' but as Fate occurs in line 4,
+  'starres' seems preferable.
+
+  Line 9, 'ends' for 'end.'
+
+    "  18, 'so' for 'such.'
+
+    "  19, 'doth' for 'does;' adopted.
+
+    "  20, 'its' for 'his;' the personification warrants 'his.'
+
+    "  25. All the other editions misread
+
+  'Thine empty cloud, the eye it selfe deceives.'
+
+There can be no question that 'thinne' not 'thine' was the poet's word.
+Cf. CRASHAW'S reference in his Answer. TURNBULL perpetuates the error.
+
+  Line 30, 'not' for 'for.'
+
+    " 33, 'shield' in all the editions save 1652 by mistake.
+
+    " 34, 'blows' and 'chymicks' for 'chymick;' the latter adopted.
+
+  Line 37, as in line 19.
+
+    " 38, spelled 'laborinths.'
+
+In our Essay see critical remarks showing that COWLEY and CRASHAW
+revised their respective portions. It seems to have escaped notice that
+COWLEY himself wrote another poem '_For_ Hope,' as his former was
+'_Against_ Hope.' See it in our Study of Crashaw's Life and Poetry. G.
+
+
+
+
+M. CRASHAW'S ANSWER FOR HOPE.[58]
+
+
+    Dear Hope! Earth's dowry, and Heaun's debt!                 1
+    The entity of things that are not yet.
+    Subtlest, but surest beeing! thou by whom
+    Our nothing has a definition!
+          Substantiall shade! whose sweet allay                 5
+          Blends both the noones of Night and Day:
+    Fates cannot find out a capacity
+          Of hurting thee.
+    From thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn,
+    Shrinkes, as the sick moon from the wholsome morn.         10
+
+        Rich hope! Loue's legacy, vnder lock
+    Of Faith! still spending, and still growing stock!
+    Our crown-land lyes aboue, yet each meal brings
+    A seemly portion for the sonnes of kings.
+          Nor will the virgin ioyes we wed                     15
+          Come lesse vnbroken to our bed,
+    Because that from the bridall cheek of Blisse
+          Thou steal'st vs down a distant kisse.
+    Hope's chast stealth harmes no more Ioye's maidenhead
+    Then spousal rites preiudge the marriage bed.              20
+      Fair hope! Our earlyer Heau'n! by thee
+    Young Time is taster to Eternity:
+    Thy generous wine with age growes strong, not sowre,
+    Nor does it kill thy fruit, to smell thy flowre.
+          Thy golden, growing head neuer hangs down            25
+          Till in the lappe of Loue's full noone
+    It falls; and dyes! O no, it melts away
+          As doth the dawn into the Day:
+    As lumpes of sugar loose themselues, and twine
+    Their subtile essence with the soul of wine.               30
+
+      Fortune? alas, aboue the World's low warres
+    Hope walks; and kickes the curld heads of conspiring starres.
+    Her keel cutts not the waues where these winds stirr,
+    Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her.
+          Her shafts and shee, fly farre above,                35
+          And forage in the fields of light and love.
+    Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee
+          We are not where nor what we be,
+    But what and where we would be. Thus art thou
+    Our absent presence, and our future now.                   40
+
+      Faith's sister! nurse of fair desire!
+    Fear's antidote! a wise and well-stay'd fire!
+    Temper 'twixt chill Despair, and torrid Ioy!
+    Queen regent in yonge Loue's minority!
+          Though the vext chymick vainly chases                45
+          His fugitiue gold through all her faces;
+    Though Loue's more feirce, more fruitlesse, fires assay:
+          One face more fugitiue then all they;
+    True Hope's a glorious huntresse, and her chase,
+    The God of Nature in the feilds of grace.                  50
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+_Various readings from 1646 edition._
+
+Line 2, 'things' for 'those;' adopted. But in HARLEIAN MS. 6917-18, it
+is 'those.' As this MS. supplies in poems onward various excellent
+readings (_e.g._ 'Wishes'), it may be noted that the Collection came
+from Lord Somers' Library of MSS., and is accordingly authoritative.
+
+Lines 5-6 read
+
+    'Faire cloud of fire, both shade and light
+    Our life in death, our day in night.'
+
+Our text (1652) seems finer and deeper, and to put the thought with more
+concinnity.
+
+  Line 9, 'thinne' for 'lean.'
+
+    "  10, 'like' for 'as.'
+
+    "  11, 'Rich hope' dropped in all the other editions; but
+  as it is parallel with the 'dear Hope' and 'fair Hope' of the
+  preceding and succeeding stanzas, I have restored the words.
+  The line reads elsewhere,
+
+  'Thou art Love's Legacie under lock'
+
+and the next,
+
+    'Of Faith: the steward of our growing stock.'
+
+  Line 13, 'crown-lands lye.'
+
+    " 18, 'Thou thus steal'st downe a distant kisse.'
+
+    " 19, 'Hope's chaste kisse wrongs.'...
+
+    " 24, 'Nor need wee.'...
+
+    " 25, 'growing' is dropped.
+
+    " 28, 'doth' for 'does;' adopted.
+
+    " 30, 'subtile' for 'supple;' adopted: but in HARLEIAN MS. as before,
+  it is 'supple.'
+
+  Lines 31-32. This couplet is oddly misprinted in all the other editions,
+
+    'Fortune, alas, above the world's law warres,
+    Hope kicks the curld'....
+
+In 1670 there is a capital L to Law: but 'low' yields the evident
+meaning intended. Alas is = exclamation simply, not in our present
+limitation of it to sorrow. See Epitaph of HERRYS onward, lines 49-52.
+
+Line 33, 'our' for 'these;' the latter necessary in its relation to
+'low' not 'law,' the 'winds' being those of the 'warres' of our world.
+
+  Line 34, 'And Fate's' for 'Fortune's.'
+
+    "  35-36 dropped by our text (1652) inadvertently.
+
+    "  36, 'or' for 'nor.'
+
+    "  45, 'And' for 'Though.'
+
+    "  47, 'huntresse' for 'hunter;' adopted.
+
+    "  48, 'field' for 'fields.'
+
+    "  49. I prefer 'huntresse' of 1646, 1648 and 1670, to
+  'hunter' of our text (1652). G.
+
+
+
+
+  =Sacred Poetry.=
+
+  II.
+
+  AIRELLES.
+
+  FROM UNPUBLISHED MSS.
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+See our Preface for explanation of the title. 'Airelles' to these and
+other hitherto unprinted and unpublished Poems from the TANNER MSS. of
+Archbishop Sancroft: and our Essay for the biographic interest of the
+poems on the Gunpowder-Plot. I adhere strictly throughout to the
+orthography of the MS. G.
+
+
+
+
+MARY SEEKING JESUS WHEN LOST.
+
+St. Luke ii. 41-52: _Quærit Jesum suum Maria_, &c. (v. 44.)
+
+
+    And is He gone, Whom these armes held but now?
+                  Their hope, their vow!
+    Did euer greife and joy in one poore heart
+                  Soe soone change part?
+    Hee's gone! The fair'st flower that e're bosome drest;
+                  My soule's sweet rest.
+    My wombe's chast pride is gone, my heauen-borne boy;
+                  And where is joy?
+    Hee's gone! and His lou'd steppes to wait vpon,
+                  My joy, is gone.
+    My joyes, and Hee are gone; my greife, and I
+                  Alone must ly.
+    Hee's gone! not leaving with me, till He come,
+                  One smile at home.
+    Oh come then, bring Thy mother her lost joy:
+                  Oh come, sweet boy!
+    Make hast, and come, or e're my greife and I
+                  Make hast, and dy.
+    Peace, heart! The heauens are angry, all their spheres
+                  Rivall thy teares.
+    I was mistaken, some faire sphere or other
+                  Was Thy blest mother.
+    What but the fairest heauen, could owne the birth
+                  Of soe faire earth?
+    Yet sure Thou did'st lodge heere: this wombe of mine
+                  Was once call'd Thine!
+    Oft haue these armes Thy cradle envied,
+                  Beguil'd Thy bed.
+    Oft to Thy easy eares hath this shrill tongue
+                  Trembled, and sung.
+    Oft haue I wrapt Thy slumbers in soft aires,
+                  And stroak't Thy cares.
+    Oft hath this hand those silken casements kept,
+                  While their sunnes slept.
+    Oft haue my hungry kisses made Thine eyes
+                  Too early rise.
+    Oft haue I spoild my kisses' daintiest diet,
+                  To spare Thy quiet.
+    Oft from this breast to Thine, my loue-tost heart
+                  Hath leapt, to part.
+    Oft my lost soule haue I bin glad to seeke
+                  On Thy soft cheeke.
+    Oft haue these armes--alas!--show'd to these eyes
+                  Their now lost joyes.
+    Dawne then to me, Thou morne of mine owne day,
+                  And lett heauen stay.
+    Oh, would'st Thou heere still fixe Thy faire abode,
+                  My bosome God:
+    What hinders, but my bosome still might be
+                  Thy heauen to Thee?
+
+
+
+
+THE WOUNDS OF THE LORD JESUS.
+
+IN CICATRICES DOMINI JESU.
+
+
+    Come braue soldjers, come and see
+    Mighty Loue's artillery.
+    This was the conquering dart; and loe
+    There shines His quiuer, there His bow.
+    These the passiue weapons are,
+    That made great Loue, a man of warre.
+    The quiver that He bore, did bide
+    Soe neare, it prov'd His very side:
+    In it there sate but one sole dart,
+    A peircing one--His peirced heart.
+    His weapons were nor steele, nor brasse,
+    The weapon that He wore, He was.
+    For bow His vnbent hand did serue,
+    Well strung with many a broken nerue.
+    Strange the quiver, bow and dart!
+    A bloody side, and hand, and heart!
+    But now the feild is wonne; and they
+    (The dust of Warre cleane wip'd away)
+    The weapons now of triumph be,
+    That were before of Victorie.
+
+
+
+
+ON YE GUNPOWDER-TREASON.[59]
+
+
+      I sing Impiety beyond a name:
+      Who stiles it any thinge, knowes not the same.
+    Dull, sluggish Ile! what more than lethargy
+    Gripes thy cold limbes soe fast, thou canst not fly,
+    And start from of[f] thy center? hath Heauen's loue
+    Stuft thee soe full with blisse, thou can'st not moue?
+    If soe, oh Neptune, may she farre be throwne
+    By thy kind armes to a kind world vnknowne:
+    Lett her surviue this day, once mock her fate,
+    And shee's an island truely fortunate.
+    Lett not my suppliant breath raise a rude storme
+    To wrack my suite: O keepe Pitty warme
+    In thy cold breast, and yearely on this day
+    Mine eyes a tributary streame shall pay.
+    Dos't thou not see an exhalation
+    Belch'd from the sulph'ry lungs of Phlegeton?
+    A living comet, whose pestiferous breath
+    Adulterates the virgin aire? with death
+    It laboures: stif'led Nature's in a swound,
+    Ready to dropp into a chaos, round
+    About horror's displai'd; It doth portend,
+    That earth a shoure of stones to heauen shall send,
+    And crack the christall globe; the milkly streame
+    Shall in a siluer raine runne out, whose creame
+    Shall choake the gaping earth, wch then shall fry
+    In flames, & of a burning feuer dy.
+    That wonders may in fashion be, not rare,
+    A Winter's thunder with a groane shall scare,
+    And rouze the sleepy ashes of the dead,
+    Making them skip out of their dusty bed.
+    Those twinckling eyes of heauen, wch eu'n now shin'd,
+    Shall with one flash of lightning be struck blind.
+    The sea shall change his youthfull greene, & slide
+    Along the shore in a graue purple tide.
+    It does præsage, that a great Prince shall climbe,
+    And gett a starry throne before his time.
+    To vsher in this shoale of prodigies,
+    Thy infants, Æolus, will not suffice.
+    Noe, noe, a giant wind, that will not spare
+    To tosse poore men like dust into the aire;
+    Justle downe mountaines: Kings courts shall be sent,
+    Like bandied balles, into the firmament.
+    Atlas shall be tript vpp, Ioue's gate shall feele
+    The weighty rudenes of his boysterous heele.
+    All this it threats, & more: Horror, that flies
+    To th' empyræum of all miseries.
+    Most tall hyperbole's cannot descry it;
+    Mischeife, that scornes expression should come nigh it.
+    All this it only threats: the meteor ly'd;
+    It was exhal'd, a while it hung, & dy'd.
+    Heauen kickt the monster downe: downe it was throwne,
+    The fall of all things it præsag'd, its oune
+    It quite forgott: the fearfull earth gaue way,
+    And durst not touch it, heere it made noe stay.
+    At last it stopt at Pluto's gloomy porch;
+    He streightway lighted vpp his pitchy torch.
+    Now to those toiling soules it giues its light,
+    Wch had the happines to worke ith' night.
+    They banne the blaze, & curse its curtesy,
+    For lighting them vnto their misery.
+    Till now Hell was imperfect; it did need
+    Some rare choice torture; now 'tis Hell indeed.
+    Then glutt thy dire lampe with the warmest blood,
+    That runnes in violett pipes: none other food
+    It can digest, then watch the wildfire well,
+    Least it breake forth, & burne thy sooty cell.
+
+
+UPON THE GUNPOWDER-TREASON.
+
+    Reach me a quill, pluckt from the flaming wing
+    Of Pluto's Mercury, that I may sing
+    Death to the life. My inke shall be the blood
+    Of Cerberus, or Alecto's viperous brood.
+    Vnmated malice! Oh vnpeer'd despight!
+    Such as the sable pinions of the night
+    Neuer durst hatch before: extracted see
+    The very quintessence of villanie:
+    I feare to name it; least that he, wch heares,
+    Should haue his soule frighted beyond the spheres.
+    Heauen was asham'd, to see our mother Earth
+    Engender with the Night, & teeme a birth
+    Soe foule, one minute's light had it but seene,
+    The fresh face of the morne had blasted beene.
+    Her rosy cheekes you should haue seene noe more
+    Dy'd in vermilion blushes, as before:
+    But in a vaile of clouds mufling her head
+    A solitary life she would haue led.
+    Affrighted Phoebus would haue lost his way,
+    Giving his wanton palfreys leaue to play
+    Olympick games in the' Olympian plaines,
+    His trembling hands loosing the golden raines.
+    The Queene of night gott the greene sicknes then,
+    Sitting soe long at ease in her darke denne,
+    Not daring to peepe forth, least that a stone
+    Should beate her headlong from her jetty throne.
+    Ioue's twinckling tapers, that doe light the world,
+    Had beene puft out, and from their stations hurl'd:
+    Æol kept in his wrangling sonnes, least they
+    With this grand blast should haue bin blowne away.
+    Amazèd Triton, with his shrill alarmes
+    Bad sporting Neptune to pluck in his armes,
+    And leaue embracing of the Isles, least hee
+    Might be an actor in this Tragedy.
+    Nor should wee need thy crispèd waues, for wee
+    An Ocean could haue made t' haue drownèd thee.
+    Torrents of salt teares from our eyes should runne,
+    And raise a deluge, where the flaming sunne
+    Should coole his fiery wheeles, & neuer sinke
+    Soe low to giue his thirsty stallions drinke;
+    Each soule in sighes had spent its dearest breath,
+    As glad to waite vpon their King in death.
+    Each wingèd chorister would swan-like sing
+    A mournfull dirge to their deceasèd king.
+    The painted meddowes would haue laught no more
+    For ioye of their neate coates; but would haue tore
+    Their shaggy locks, their flowry mantles turn'd
+    Into dire sable weeds, & sate, & mourn'd.
+    Each stone had streight a Niobe become,
+    And wept amaine; then rear'd a costly tombe,
+    T' entombe the lab'ring earth. For surely shee
+    Had died just in her deliuery.
+    But when Ioue's wingèd heralds this espied,
+    Vpp to th' Almighty thunderer they hied,
+    Relating this sad story. Streight way hee
+    The monster crusht, maugre their midwiferie.
+    And may such Pythons neuer liue to see
+    The Light's faire face, but still abortiue bee.
+
+
+UPON THE GUNPOWDER-TREASON.
+
+    Grow plumpe, leane Death; his Holinesse a feast
+    Hath now præpar'd, & you maist be his guest.
+    Come grimme Destruction, & in purple gore
+    Dye seu'n times deeper than they were before
+    Thy scarlet robes: for heere you must not share
+    A common banquett: noe, heere's princely fare.
+    And least thy blood-shott eyes should lead aside
+    This masse of cruelty, to be thy guide
+    Three coleblack sisters, (whose long sutty haire,
+    And greisly visages doe fright the aire;
+    When Night beheld them, shame did almost turne
+    Her sable cheekes into a blushing morne,
+    To see some fowler than herselfe) these stand,
+    Each holding forth to light the aery brand,
+    Whose purer flames tremble to be soe nigh,
+    And in fell hatred burning, angry dy.
+    Sly, lurking treason is his bosome freind,
+    Whom faint, & palefac't Feare doth still attend.
+    These need noe invitation, onely thou
+    Black dismall Horror, come; make perfect now
+    Th' epitome of Hell: oh lett thy pinions
+    Be a gloomy canopy to Pluto's minions.
+    In this infernall Majesty close shrowd
+    Your selues, you Stygian states; a pitchy clowd
+    Shall hang the roome, & for your tapers bright,
+    Sulphureous flames, snatch'd from æternall night.
+    But rest, affrighted Muse; thy siluer wings
+    May not row neerer to these dusky rings.[60]
+    Cast back some amorous glances on the cates,
+    That heere are dressing by the hasty Fates,
+    Nay stopp thy clowdy eyes, it is not good,
+    To drowne thy selfe in this pure pearly flood.
+    But since they are for fire-workes, rather proue
+    A phenix, & in chastest flames of loue
+    Offer thy selfe a virgin sacrifice
+    To quench the rage of hellish deities.
+      But dares Destruction eate these candid breasts,
+    The Muses, & the Graces sugred neasts?
+    Dares hungry Death snatch of one cherry lipp?
+    Or thirsty Treason offer once to sippe
+    One dropp of this pure nectar, wch doth flow
+    In azure channells warme through mounts of snow?
+    The roses fresh, conseruèd from the rage,
+    And cruell ravishing of frosty age,
+    Feare is afraid to tast of: only this,
+    He humbly crau'd to banquett on a kisse.
+    Poore meagre horror streightwaies was amaz'd,
+    And in the stead of feeding stood, & gaz'd.
+    Their appetites were gone at th' uery sight;
+    But yet theire eyes surfett with sweet delight.
+    Only the Pope a stomack still could find;
+    But yett they were not powder'd to his mind.
+    Forth-with each god stept from his starry throne,
+    And snatch'd away the banquett; euery one
+    Convey'd his sweet delicious treasury
+    To the close closet of æternity:
+    Where they will safely keepe it, from the rude,
+    And rugged touch of Pluto's multitude.
+
+
+
+
+    =Secular Poetry.=
+
+
+    I.
+
+
+    THE DELIGHTS OF THE MUSES
+
+    (1646).
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+For the title-page of 'The Delights of the Muses' see Note immediately
+before the original Preface, and our Preface on the classification of
+the several poems. G.
+
+
+
+
+MUSICK'S DUELL.[61]
+
+
+    Now Westward Sol had spent the richest beams                1
+    Of Noon's high glory, when hard by the streams
+    Of Tiber, on the sceane of a greene plat,
+    Vnder protection of an oake, there sate
+    A sweet Lute's-master; in whose gentle aires                5
+    He lost the daye's heat, and his owne hot cares.
+      Close in the covert of the leaves there stood
+    A Nightingale, come from the neighbouring wood:
+    (The sweet inhabitant of each glad tree,
+    Their Muse, their Syren--harmlesse Syren she!)             10
+    There stood she listning, and did entertaine
+    The musick's soft report, and mold the same
+    In her owne murmures, that what ever mood
+    His curious fingers lent, her voyce made good:
+    The man perceiv'd his rivall, and her art;                 15
+    Dispos'd to give the light-foot lady sport,
+    Awakes his lute, and 'gainst the fight to come
+    Informes it in a sweet præludium
+    Of closer straines, and ere the warre begin,
+    He lightly skirmishes on every string,                     20
+    Charg'd with a flying touch: and streightway she
+    Carves out her dainty voyce as readily,
+    Into a thousand sweet distinguish'd tones,
+    And reckons up in soft divisions,
+    Quicke volumes of wild notes; to let him know              25
+    By that shrill taste, she could do something too.
+      His nimble hands' instinct then taught each string
+    A capring cheerefullnesse; and made them sing
+    To their owne dance; now negligently rash
+    He throwes his arme, and with a long drawne dash           30
+    Blends all together; then distinctly tripps
+    From this to that; then quicke returning skipps
+    And snatches this again, and pauses there.
+    Shee measures every measure, every where
+    Meets art with art; sometimes as if in doubt               35
+    Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out,
+    Trayles her plaine ditty in one long-spun note,
+    Through the sleeke passage of her open throat,
+    A cleare unwrinckled song; then doth shee point it
+    With tender accents, and severely joynt it                 40
+    By short diminutives, that being rear'd
+    In controverting warbles evenly shar'd,
+    With her sweet selfe shee wrangles. Hee amazed
+    That from so small a channell should be rais'd
+    The torrent of a voyce, whose melody                       45
+    Could melt into such sweet variety,
+    Straines higher yet; that tickled with rare art
+    The tatling strings (each breathing in his part)
+    Most kindly doe fall out; the grumbling base
+    In surly groans disdaines the treble's grace;              50
+    The high-perch't treble chirps at this, and chides,
+    Vntill his finger (Moderatour) hides
+    And closes the sweet quarrell, rowsing all,
+    Hoarce, shrill at once; as when the trumpets call
+    Hot Mars to th' harvest of Death's field, and woo          55
+    Men's hearts into their hands: this lesson too
+    Shee gives him back, her supple brest thrills out
+    Sharpe aires, and staggers in a warbling doubt
+    Of dallying sweetnesse, hovers o're her skill,
+    And folds in wav'd notes with a trembling bill             60
+    The plyant series of her slippery song;
+    Then starts shee suddenly into a throng
+    Of short, thicke sobs, whose thundring volleyes float
+    And roule themselves over her lubrick throat
+    In panting murmurs, 'still'd out of her breast,            65
+    That ever-bubling spring; the sugred nest
+    Of her delicious soule, that there does lye
+    Bathing in streames of liquid melodie;
+    Musick's best seed-plot, whence in ripen'd aires
+    A golden-headed harvest fairely reares                     70
+    His honey-dropping tops, plow'd by her breath,
+    Which there reciprocally laboureth
+    In that sweet soyle; it seemes a holy quire
+    Founded to th' name of great Apollo's lyre,
+    Whose silver-roofe rings with the sprightly notes          75
+    Of sweet-lipp'd angel-imps, that swill their throats
+    In creame of morning Helicon, and then
+    Preferre soft-anthems to the eares of men,
+    To woo them from their beds, still murmuring
+    That men can sleepe while they their mattens sing:         80
+    (Most divine service) whose so early lay,
+    Prevents the eye-lidds of the blushing Day!
+    There you might heare her kindle her soft voyce,
+    In the close murmur of a sparkling noyse,
+    And lay the ground-worke of her hopefull song,             85
+    Still keeping in the forward streame, so long,
+    Till a sweet whirle-wind (striving to get out)
+    Heaves her soft bosome, wanders round about,
+    And makes a pretty earthquake in her breast,
+    Till the fledg'd notes at length forsake their nest,       90
+    Fluttering in wanton shoales, and to the sky
+    Wing'd with their owne wild ecchos, pratling fly.
+    Shee opes the floodgate, and lets loose a tide
+    Of streaming sweetnesse, which in state doth ride
+    On the wav'd backe of every swelling straine,              95
+    Rising and falling in a pompous traine.
+    And while she thus discharges a shrill peale
+    Of flashing aires; she qualifies their zeale
+    With the coole epode of a graver noat,
+    Thus high, thus low, as if her silver throat              100
+    Would reach the brazen voyce of War's hoarce bird;
+    Her little soule is ravisht: and so pour'd
+    Into loose extasies, that she is plac't
+    Above her selfe, Musick's Enthusiast.
+      Shame now and anger mixt a double staine                105
+    In the Musitian's face; yet once againe
+    (Mistresse) I come; now reach a straine my lute
+    Above her mocke, or be for ever mute;
+    Or tune a song of victory to me,
+    Or to thy selfe, sing thine own obsequie:                 110
+    So said, his hands sprightly as fire, he flings
+    And with a quavering coynesse tasts the strings.
+    The sweet-lip't sisters, musically frighted,
+    Singing their feares, are fearefully delighted,
+    Trembling as when Appolo's golden haires                  115
+    Are fan'd and frizled, in the wanton ayres
+    Of his own breath: which marryed to his lyre
+    Doth tune the spheares, and make Heaven's selfe looke higher.
+    From this to that, from that to this he flyes.
+    Feeles Musick's pulse in all her arteryes;                120
+    Caught in a net which there Apollo spreads,
+    His fingers struggle with the vocall threads.
+    Following those little rills, he sinkes into
+    A sea of Helicon; his hand does goe
+    Those pathes of sweetnesse which with nectar drop,        125
+    Softer than that which pants in Hebe's cup.
+    The humourous strings expound his learnèd touch,
+    By various glosses; now they seeme to grutch,
+    And murmur in a buzzing dinne, then gingle
+    In shrill-tongu'd accents: striving to be single.         130
+    Every smooth turne, every delicious stroake
+    Gives life to some new grace; thus doth h' invoke
+    Sweetnesse by all her names; thus, bravely thus
+    (Fraught with a fury so harmonious)
+    The lute's light genius now does proudly rise,            135
+    Heav'd on the surges of swolne rapsodyes,
+    Whose flourish (meteor-like) doth curle the aire
+    With flash of high-borne fancyes: here and there
+    Dancing in lofty measures, and anon
+    Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone;                140
+    Whose trembling murmurs melting in wild aires
+    Runs to and fro, complaining his sweet cares,
+    Because those pretious mysteryes that dwell
+    In Musick's ravish't soule, he dares not tell,
+    But whisper to the world: thus doe they vary              145
+    Each string his note, as if they meant to carry
+    Their Master's blest soule (snatcht out at his eares
+    By a strong extasy) through all the spheares
+    Of Musick's heaven; and seat it there on high
+    In th' empyræum of pure harmony.                          150
+    At length (after so long, so loud a strife
+    Of all the strings, still breathing the best life
+    Of blest variety, attending on
+    His fingers fairest revolution
+    In many a sweet rise, many as sweet a fall)               155
+    A full-mouth'd diapason swallowes all.
+      This done, he lists what she would say to this,
+    And she, (although her breath's late exercise
+    Had dealt too roughly with her tender throate,)
+    Yet summons all her sweet powers for a noate.             160
+    Alas! in vaine! for while (sweet soule!) she tryes
+    To measure all those wild diversities
+    Of chatt'ring strings, by the small size of one
+    Poore simple voyce, rais'd in a naturall tone;
+    She failes, and failing grieves, and grieving dyes.       165
+    She dyes: and leaves her life the Victor's prise,
+    Falling upon his lute: O, fit to have
+    (That liv'd so sweetly) dead, so sweet a grave!
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In our Essay we give the original Latin of this very remarkable poem,
+that the student may see how CRASHAW has ennobled and transfigured
+STRADA. Still further to show how much we owe to our Poet, I print here
+(_a_) An anonymous translation, which I discovered at the British Museum
+in Additional MSS. 19.268; never before printed. (_b_) Sir FRANCIS
+WORTLEY'S translation from his 'Characters and Elegies' (1646). In the
+former I have been obliged to leave one or two words unfilled-in as
+illegible in the MS.
+
+
+(_a_) _The Musicke Warre between ye Fidler and the Nightingale._
+
+    Nowe had greate Sol ye middle orbe forsooke
+    When as a fidler by a slidinge brooke
+    With shadie bowers was guarded from ye aire
+    And on his fidle plaid away his care.
+    A nightingale hid in the leaues there stood
+    The muse and harmeles Syren of the wood;
+    Shee snatcht ye soundes and with an echo prates:
+    What his hand playde her voice reiterates.
+    Perceavinge how ye listninge bird did sit
+    Ye fidler faine would make some sport with it,
+    And neately stroke ye lute; then she began
+    And through those notes ran glib division;
+    Then with quicke hand he strikes ye tremblinge strings,
+    Now with a skilfull negligence he flings
+    His carelesse armes, then softly playes his part:
+    Then shee begins and answers art with art,
+    And now as if vncertaine how to singe
+    Lengthens her notes and choisest art doth bringe,
+    And interminglinge softer notes with shrill
+    Daintily quavers through her trembling bill.
+    Ye fidler wonders such melodious notes
+    Shold haue proceedinges from soe slender throats;
+    Tryes her againe, then loudly spoke ye....
+    Sometimes graue were ye tones, sometimes....
+    Then high, then lowe againe, yn sweetly iarrs
+    Just like a trumpet callinge men to warrs.
+    Thus did ye dainty Philomela doe
+    And with hoarse voice sange an alarme too.
+    The fidler blusht, and al in ragg [_i.e._ rage] he went
+    About to breake his conquerèd instrument,
+    But yet suspectinge lest ambitious shee
+    Shold to the woods warble her victory;
+    Strikes with inimitable blowes
+    And flies through all the strings, now these, now those,
+    Then tryes the notes, labours in each strayne
+    And then expects if shee replyed agayne.
+    The poore harmonious bird now almost dombe,
+    But impatient, to be overcome
+    Calls her sweet strength together all in vayne,
+    For while shee thinkes to imitate each strayne
+    In pure and natiue language, in this strife
+    And dayntie musicke warre shee left her life,
+    And yeldinge to the gladsome conquerour
+    Falls in his fidle: a fit sepulchere.
+
+(_b_) _From 'Characters and Elegies.' By Francis Wortley, knight and
+baronet: 1646_ (p. 66). _A Paraphrase upon the Verses which Famianus
+Strada made of the Lutanist and Philomell in Contestation._
+
+    'When past the middle orbe the parching sun
+    Had downward nearer our horizon run
+    A Lutenist neare Tiber's streames had found
+                Where the eccho did resound.
+    Under a holme a shady bower he made
+    To ease his cares, his severall phancies play'd;
+    The philomell no sooner did the musicke hear
+                But straight-wayes she drew neare.
+    The harmlesse Syren, musicke of the wood,
+    Hid in a leavy-bush, she hearking stood,
+    She ruminates upon the ayers he plaid,
+                And to him answers made.
+    With her shirl voyce doth all his paines requite
+    Lost not one note, but to his play sung right;
+    Well pleased to heare her skil, and envy, he
+                Tryes his variety.
+    And dares her with his severall notes, runs throw
+    Even all the strains his skill could reach unto:
+    A thousand wayes he tryes: she answers all,
+                And for new straynes dares call.
+    He could not touch a string in such a straine,
+    To which she warble and not sung it plaine;
+    His fingers could not reach to greater choice,
+                Then she did with her voyce.
+    The Lutenist admired her narrow throat
+    Could reach so high or fall to any note:
+    But that which he did thinke in her most strange,
+                She instantly could change.
+    Or sharpe or flat, or meane, or quicke, or slow,
+    What ere he plaid, she the like skill would show:
+    And if he inward did his notes recall,
+                She answer made to all.
+    Th' inraged Lutenist, he blusht for shame
+    That he could not this weake corrivall tame:
+    If thou canst answer this I'le breake my lute,
+                And yeild in the dispute.
+    He said no more, but aimes at such a height
+    Of skill, he thought she could not imitate:
+    He shows the utmost cunning of his hand
+                And all he could command.
+    He tryes his strength, his active fingers flye
+    To every string and stop, now low, now high,
+    And higher yet he multiplyes his skill,
+                Then doth his chorus fill.
+    Then he expecting stands to try if she
+    His envy late would yeeld the victory:
+    She would not yeeld, but summons all her force
+                Though tyrèd out and hoarse.
+    She strives with various strings the lute's bast chest
+    The spirit of man, one narrow throat and chest:
+    Unequal matches, yet she's pleased that she
+                Concludes victoriously.
+    Her spirit was such she would not live to heare
+    The Lutenist bestow on her a jeere,
+    But broken-hearted fall upon the tombe
+                She choose the sweet lute's wombe.
+    The warbling lutes doe yet their triumphs tell
+    (With mournfull accents) of the philomell,
+    And have usurpt the title ever since,
+                Of harmony the prince.
+    The morall this, by emulation wee
+    May much improve both art and industry,
+    Though she deserve the name of Philomell
+                Yet men must her excell.'
+
+A third (anonymous) translation, with the Latin on the opposite pages, I
+came on in LANSDOWNE MSS. 3910, Pl. lxvi. from which extracts will be
+found in our Essay.
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'Fidicinis et Philomelæ Bellum
+Musicum. R. CR.' It reads in line 79 'whence' for 'where;' adopted: line
+125, 'pathes' for 'parts;' adopted: other variations only orthographic,
+as is the case with the different editions. I note these: in 1670, line
+83 reads 'might you:' line 99, 1646 misprints 'grave:' line 156, our
+text misprints 'full-mouth,' and so 1646; I adopt 'full-mouth'd' from
+1670 and SANCROFT MS. G.
+
+
+
+
+THE PRAISE OF THE SPRING:
+
+OUT OF VIRGIL.[62]
+
+
+    All trees, all leavy groves confesse the Spring             1
+    Their gentlest friend; then, then the lands begin
+    To swell with forward pride, and feed desire
+    To generation; Heaven's Almighty Sire
+    Melts on the bosome of His love, and powres                 5
+    Himselfe into her lap in fruitfull showers.
+    And by a soft insinuation, mixt
+    With Earth's large masse, doth cherish and assist
+    Her weake conceptions. No lone shade but rings
+    With chatring birds' delicious murmurings;                 10
+    Then Venus' mild instinct (at set times) yields
+    The herds to kindly meetings, then the fields
+    (Quick with warme Zephyre's lively breath) lay forth
+    Their pregnant bosomes in a fragrant birth.
+    Each body's plump and jucy, all things full                15
+    Of supple moisture: no coy twig but will
+    Trust his beloved blossome to the sun
+    (Growne lusty now): no vine so weake and young
+    That feares the foule-mouth'd Auster or those stormes
+    That the Southwest-wind hurries in his armes,              20
+    But hasts her forward blossomes, and layes out
+    Freely layes out her leaves: nor doe I doubt
+    But when the world first out of chaos sprang
+    So smil'd the dayes, and so the tenor ran
+    Of their felicity. A Spring was there,                     25
+    An everlasting Spring, the jolly yeare
+    Led round in his great circle; no wind's breath
+    As then did smell of Winter or of Death.
+    When Life's sweet light first shone on beasts, and when
+    From their hard mother Earth, sprang hardy men,            30
+    When beasts tooke up their lodging in the Wood,
+    Starres in their higher chambers: never cou'd
+    The tender growth of things endure the sence
+    Of such a change, but that the Heav'ns indulgence
+    Kindly supplyes sick Nature, and doth mold                 35
+    A sweetly-temper'd meane, nor hot nor cold.
+
+
+
+
+WITH A PICTURE SENT TO A FRIEND.[63]
+
+
+    I paint so ill, my peece had need to be                     1
+        Painted againe by some good poesie.
+    I write so ill, my slender line is scarce
+        So much as th' picture of a well-lim'd verse:
+    Yet may the love I send be true, though I                   5
+        Send not true picture, nor true poesie.
+    Both which away, I should not need to feare,
+        My love, or feign'd or painted should appeare.
+
+
+
+
+IN PRAISE OF LESSIUS'S RULE OF HEALTH.[64]
+
+
+    Goe now, with some dareing drugg,                           1
+    Baite thy disease, and while they tugg,
+    Thou, to maintaine their cruell strife
+    Spend the deare treasure of thy life:
+    Goe take physicke, doat upon                                5
+    Some big-nam'd composition,--
+    The oraculous doctors' mistick bills,
+    Certain hard words made into pills;
+    And what at length shalt get by these?
+    Onely a costlyer disease.                                  10
+    Goe poore man, thinke what shall bee
+    Remedie 'gainst thy remedie.
+    That which makes us have no need
+    Of phisick, that's phisick indeed.
+      Heark hither, Reader: would'st thou see                  15
+    Nature her own physician be?
+    Would'st see a man all his own wealth,
+    His own musick, his own health?
+    A man, whose sober soul can tell
+    How to wear her garments well?                             20
+    Her garments, that upon her sit,
+    (As garments should do) close and fit?
+    A well-clothed soul, that's not opprest
+    Nor choked with what she should be drest?
+    Whose soul's sheath'd in a crystall shrine,                25
+    Through which all her bright features shine?
+    As when a piece of wanton lawn,
+    A thin aërial vail is drawn,
+    O're Beauty's face; seeming to hide,
+    More sweetly shows the blushing bride:                     30
+    A soul, whose intellectuall beams
+    No mists do mask, no lazie steams?
+    A happie soul, that all the way
+    To Heav'n, hath a Summer's day?
+    Would'st see a man whose well-warm'd bloud                 35
+    Bathes him in a genuine floud?
+    A man, whose tunèd humours be
+    A set of rarest harmonie?
+    Would'st see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
+    Age? Would'st see December smile?                          40
+    Would'st see a nest of roses grow
+    In a bed of reverend snow?
+    Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering
+    Winter's self into a Spring?
+    In summe, would'st see a man that can                      45
+    Live to be old, and still a man?
+    Whose latest, and most leaden houres,
+    Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowres;
+    And when Life's sweet fable ends,
+    His soul and bodie part like friends:                      50
+    No quarrels, murmures, no delay:
+    A kisse, a sigh, and so away?
+    This rare one, Reader, would'st thou see,
+    Heark hither: and thyself be he.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+Besides the reprint of 1646 as _supra_, this poem appeared in 1648 (pp.
+8, 9), 1652 (pp. 126-8), where it is entitled 'Temperance. Of the Cheap
+Physitian, vpon the Translation of Lessivs (pp. 126-8):' and 1670 (pp.
+108-9 and pp. 207-8, being inadvertently printed twice). These
+variations are noticeable:
+
+  Line 1, in 1648 and 1652, 'Goe now and with....'
+
+    "  2, in 1670, 'the' for 'thy;' and TURNBULL, as usual,
+  repeats the error.
+
+  Line 3, in 1648 'pretious' for 'cruel:' so 1670 in 2d copy.
+
+    "  9, ib. 'last' for 'length,' and 1670 'gaine' for 'get'
+  in 2d copy.
+
+  Lines 11, 12, this couplet is inadvertently dropped in 1648.
+  I adopt ''gainst' for 'against' from SANCROFT MS. in line 12.
+
+  Line 15, ib. 'wilt' for 'wouldst.'
+
+    "  18, 'physick' in 1646, 1648 and 1670 (1st copy); but
+  'musick' is assuredly the finer reading, as in Hygiasticon and
+  1670 (in 2d copy). Cf. lines 19, 20, onward, which show that
+  'music' was intended.
+
+  Line 25, in all the three editions 'a' for 'whose:' in 1670 (2d copy)
+  'A soul sheath'd....'
+
+  Line 34, in 1646 'hath' for 'rides in,' and so in 1670 (1st copy):
+  'hath' seems the simpler and better.
+
+  Line 35, 1646 and 1670 misinsert 'thou' before 'see.'
+
+    "  38, 'set' for 'seat' in the three editions (1670, 1st copy);
+  adopted.
+
+  Line 41, in 1648 'Would'st see nests of new roses grow:' so 1670 (2d
+  copy).
+
+  Line 46, 1646 and 1670 end here.
+
+Leonard Lessius was a learned Jesuit, born 1st October 1554, and died
+15th January 1623-4. He was professor of theology in the University of
+Louvaine. His 'Hygiasticon, seu vera ratio valetudinis bonæ et vitæ' is
+still readable and quick. G.
+
+
+
+
+THE BEGINNING OF HELIODORUS.[65]
+
+
+    The smiling Morne had newly wak't the Day,                  1
+    And tipt the mountaines with a tender ray:
+    When on a hill (whose high imperious brow
+    Lookes downe, and sees the humble Nile below
+    Licke his proud feet, and haste into the seas               5
+    Through the great mouth that's nam'd from Hercules)
+    A band of men, rough as the armes they wore
+    Look't round, first to the sea, then to the shore.
+    The shore that shewed them, what the sea deny'd,
+    Hope of a prey. There to the maine-land ty'd               10
+    A ship they saw; no men she had, yet prest
+    Appear'd with other lading, for her brest
+    Deep in the groaning waters wallowed
+    Vp to the third ring: o're the shore was spread
+    Death's purple triumph; on the blushing ground             15
+    Life's late forsaken houses all lay drown'd
+    In their owne blood's deare deluge: some new dead;
+    Some panting in their yet warme ruines bled,
+    While their affrighted soules, now wing'd for flight
+    Lent them the last flash of her glimmering light.          20
+    Those yet fresh streames which crawlèd every where
+    Shew'd that sterne Warre had newly bath'd him there.
+    Nor did the face of this disaster show
+    Markes of a fight alone, but feasting too:
+    A miserable and a monstruous feast,                        25
+    Where hungry Warre had made himself a guest:
+    And comming late had eat up guests and all,
+    Who prov'd the feast to their owne funerall &c.
+
+
+
+
+CUPID'S CRYER:
+
+OUT OF THE GREEKE.[66]
+
+
+    Love is lost, nor can his mother                            1
+    Her little fugitive discover:
+    She seekes, she sighes, but no where spyes him;
+    Love is lost: and thus shee cryes him.
+      O yes! if any happy eye,                                  5
+    This roaving wanton shall descry;
+    Let the finder surely know
+    Mine is the wagge; 'tis I that owe
+    The wingèd wand'rer; and that none
+    May thinke his labour vainely gone,                        10
+    The glad descryer shall not misse,
+    To tast the nectar of a kisse
+    From Venus lipps. But as for him
+    That brings him to me, he shall swim
+    In riper joyes: more shall be his                          15
+    (Venus assures him) than a kisse.
+    But lest your eye discerning slide,
+    These markes may be your judgement's guide;
+    His skin as with a fiery blushing
+    High-colour'd is; his eyes still flushing                  20
+    With nimble flames; and though his mind
+    Be ne're so curst, his tongue is kind:
+    For never were his words in ought
+    Found the pure issue of his thought.
+    The working bees' soft melting gold,                       25
+    That which their waxen mines enfold,
+    Flow not so sweet as doe the tones
+    Of his tun'd accents; but if once
+    His anger kindle, presently
+    It boyles out into cruelty,                                30
+    And fraud: he makes poor mortalls' hurts
+    The objects of his cruell sports.
+    With dainty curles his froward face
+    Is crown'd about: But O what place,
+    What farthest nooke of lowest Hell                         35
+    Feeles not the strength, the reaching spell
+    Of his small hand? Yet not so small
+    As 'tis powerfull therewithall.
+    Though bare his skin, his mind he covers,
+    And like a saucy bird he hovers                            40
+    With wanton wing, now here, now there,
+    'Bout men and women, nor will spare
+    Till at length he perching rest,
+    In the closet of their brest.
+    His weapon is a little bow,                                45
+    Yet such a one as--Jove knows how--
+    Ne're suffred, yet his little arrow,
+    Of Heaven's high'st arches to fall narrow.
+    The gold that on his quiver smiles,
+    Deceives men's feares with flattering wiles.               50
+    But O­--too well my wounds can tell--
+    With bitter shafts 'tis sauc't too well.
+    He is all cruell, cruell all,
+    His torch imperious though but small
+    Makes the sunne--of flames the sire--                      55
+    Worse than sun-burnt in his fire.
+    Wheresoe're you chance to find him
+    Ceaze him, bring him--but first bind him--
+    Pitty not him, but feare thy selfe
+    Though thou see the crafty elfe,                           60
+    Tell down his silver-drops unto thee:
+    They'r counterfeit, and will undoe thee.
+    With baited smiles if he display
+    His fawning cheeks, looke not that way.
+    If he offer sugred kisses,                                 65
+    Start, and say, the serpent hisses.
+    Draw him, drag him, though he pray
+    Wooe, intreat, and crying say
+    Prethee, sweet, now let me go,
+    Here's my quiver, shafts and bow,                          70
+    I'le give thee all, take all; take heed
+    Lest his kindnesse make thee bleed.
+      What e're it be Loue offers, still presume
+      That though it shines, 'tis fire and will consume.
+
+
+
+
+VPON BISHOP ANDREWS' PICTURE BEFORE HIS SERMONS.[67]
+
+
+    This reverend shadow cast that setting sun,                 1
+    Whose glorious course through our horrizon run,
+    Left the dimme face of this dull hemispheare,
+    All one great eye, all drown'd in one great teare.
+    Whose faire, illustrious soule, led his free thought        5
+    Through Learning's vniverse, and (vainly) sought
+    Room for her spatious selfe, untill at length
+    Shee found the way home, with an holy strength;
+    Snatch't her self hence to Heaven: fill'd a bright place,
+    'Mongst those immortall fires, and on the face             10
+    Of her great Maker fixt her flaming eye,
+    There still to read true, pure divinity.
+    And now that grave aspect hath deign'd to shrinke
+    Into this lesse appearance: If you thinke
+    'Tis but a dead face, Art doth here bequeath:              15
+    Looke on the following leaves, and see him breath.
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE DEATH OF A GENTLEMAN.[68]
+
+
+    Faithlesse and fond Mortality!                              1
+    Who will ever credit thee?
+    Fond, and faithlesse thing! that thus,
+    In our best hopes beguilest us.
+    What a reckoning hast thou made,                            5
+    Of the hopes in him we laid!
+    For life by volumes lengthenèd,
+    A line or two to speake him dead.
+    For the laurell in his verse,
+    The sullen cypresse o're his herse                _crape_  10
+    For soe many hopèd yeares
+    Of fruit, soe many fruitles teares:
+    For a silver-crownèd head
+    A durty pillow in Death's bed.
+    For so deare, so deep a trust,                             15
+    Sad requitall, thus much dust!
+    Now though the blow that snatch him hence,
+    Stopt the mouth of Eloquence:
+    Though shee be dumbe e're since his death,
+    Not us'd to speake but in his breath;                      20
+    Leaving his death vngarnishèd
+    Therefore, because hee is dead
+    Yet if at least shee not denyes,
+    The sad language of our eyes,
+    Wee are contented: for then this                           25
+    Language none more fluent is.
+    Nothing speakes our griefe so well
+    As to speak nothing. Come then tell
+    Thy mind in teares who e're thou be,
+    That ow'st a name to misery.                               30
+    Eyes are vocall, teares have tongues,
+    And there be words not made with lungs;
+    Sententious showres: O let them fall,
+    Their cadence is rhetoricall.
+    Here's a theame will drinke th' expence,                   35
+    Of all thy watry eloquence.
+    Weepe then! onely be exprest
+    Thus much, 'he's dead:' and weep the rest.
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE DEATH OF MR. HERRYS.[69]
+
+
+    A plant of noble stemme, forward and faire,                 1
+    As ever whisper'd to the morning aire,
+    Thriv'd in these happie grounds; the Earth's just pride;
+    Whose rising glories made such haste to hide
+    His head in cloudes, as if in him alone                     5
+    Impatient Nature had taught motion
+    To start from Time, and cheerfully to fly
+    Before, and seize upon Maturity.
+    Thus grew this gratious tree, in whose sweet shade
+    The sunne himselfe oft wisht to sit, and made              10
+    The morning Muses perch like birds, and sing
+    Among his branches: yea, and vow'd to bring
+    His owne delicious phoenix from the blest
+    Arabia, there to build her virgin nest,
+    To hatch her selfe in; 'mongst his leaves, the Day         15
+    Fresh from the rosie East, rejoyc't to play;
+    To them shee gave the first and fairest beame
+    That waited on her birth: she gave to them
+    The purest pearles, that wept her evening death;
+    The balmy Zephirus got so sweet a breath                   20
+    By often kissing them. And now begun
+    Glad Time to ripen Expectation:
+    The timorous maiden-blossomes on each bough
+    Peept forth from their first blushes; so that now
+    A thousand ruddy hopes smil'd in each bud,                 25
+    And flatter'd every greedy eye that stood
+    Fixt in delight, as if already there
+    Those rare fruits dangled, whence the golden Yeare
+    His crowne expected: when, (O Fate! O Time!
+    That seldome lett'st a blushing youthfull prime            30
+    Hide his hot beames in shade of silver age,
+    So rare is hoary Vertue) the dire rage
+    Of a mad storme these bloomy joyes all tore,
+    Ravisht the maiden blossoms, and downe bore
+    The trunke. Yet in this ground his pretious root           35
+    Still lives, which when weake Time shall be pour'd out
+    Into Eternity, and circular joyes
+    Dance in an endlesse round, again shall rise
+    The faire son of an ever-youthfull Spring,
+    To be a shade for angels while they sing;                  40
+    Meane while who e're thou art that passest here,
+    O doe thou water it with one kind teare.
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST DESIRED MR. HERRYS.[70]
+
+
+    Death, what dost? O, hold thy blow,                         1
+    What thou dost thou dost not know.
+    Death, thou must not here be cruell,
+    This is Nature's choycest iewell:
+    This is hee, in whose rare frame                            5
+    Nature labour'd for a name:
+    And meant to leave his pretious feature
+    The patterne of a perfect creature.
+    Ioy of Goodnesse, love of Art,
+    Vertue weares him next her heart.                          10
+    Him the Muses love to follow,
+    Him they call their vice-Apollo.
+    Apollo, golden though thou bee,
+    Th' art not fairer than is hee,
+    Nor more lovely lift'st thy head                           15
+    (Blushing) from thine Easterne bed.
+    The glories of thy youth ne're knew
+    Brighter hopes than his can shew.
+    Why then should it e're be seen
+    That his should fade, while thine is green?                20
+    And wilt thou (O, cruell boast!)
+    Put poore Nature to such cost?
+    O, twill undoe our common mother,
+    To be at charge of such another.
+    What? thinke me to no other end                            25
+    Gracious heavens do use to send
+    Earth her best perfection,
+    But to vanish, and be gone?
+    Therefore onely given to day
+    To-morrow to be snatch't away?                             30
+    I've seen indeed the hopefull bud
+    Of a ruddy rose that stood
+    Blushing, to behold the ray
+    Of the new-saluted Day:
+    (His tender toppe not fully spread)                        35
+    The sweet dash of a shower new shead,
+    Invited him, no more to hide
+    Within himselfe the purple pride
+    Of his forward flower; when lo,
+    While he sweetly 'gan to show
+    His swelling gloryes, Auster spide him,                    40
+    Cruell Auster thither hy'd him,
+    And with the rush of one rude blast,
+    Sham'd not, spitefully to wast
+    All his leaves, so fresh, so sweet,
+    And lay them trembling at his feet.                        45
+    I've seen the Morning's lovely ray
+    Hover o're the new-borne Day,
+    With rosie wings so richly bright,
+    As if she scorn'd to thinke of Night;
+    When a rugged storme, whose scowle                         50
+    Made heaven's radiant face looke foule
+    Call'd for an untimely night,
+    To blot the newly-blossom'd light.
+    But were the rose's blush so rare,
+    Were the Morning's smile so faire,                         55
+    As is he, nor cloud, nor wind,
+    But would be courteous, would be kind.
+      Spare him Death, ah! spare him then,
+    Spare the sweetest among men:
+    And let not Pitty, with her teares                         60
+    Keepe such distance from thine eares.
+    But O, thou wilt not, can'st not spare,
+    Haste hath never time to heare.
+    Therefore if he needs must go,
+    And the Fates will have it so;                             65
+    Softly may he be possest
+    Of his monumentall rest.
+    Safe, thou darke home of the dead,
+    Safe, O hide his lovèd head:
+    Keepe him close, close in thine armes,                     70
+    Seal'd vpp with a thousand charmes.
+    For Pittie's sake, O, hide him quite
+    From his mother Nature's sight;
+    Lest for griefe his losse may move
+    All her births abortive proue.                             75
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+See our Essay for notice of 'Mr. Herrys.' In the SANCROFT MS. the
+heading is 'An Elegie on Mr. Herris. R. CR.' It offers these variations:
+lines 1 and 2, 'doest:' line 18, 'his' for 'he;' adopted: line 29,
+'given' for 'give;' adopted: line 36, 'new' for 'now;' adopted from
+1648: line 50, the MS. reads 'rugged' for 'ruddy;' adopted: line 58,
+'ah' for 'O;' adopted: line 60, 'And let:' lines 70-71 added from the
+MS., where in the margin is written 'not printed.' G.
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER.[71]
+
+
+    If ever Pitty were acquainted                               1
+    With sterne Death; if e're he fainted,
+    Or forgot the cruell vigour
+    Of an adamantine rigour;
+    Here, O, here we should have knowne it,                     5
+    Here, or no where, hee'd have showne it.
+    For hee, whose pretious memory
+    Bathes in teares of every eye;
+    Hee, to whom our Sorrow brings
+    All the streames of all her springs;                       10
+    Was so rich in grace, and nature,
+    In all the gifts that blesse a creature;
+    The fresh hopes of his lovely youth
+    Flourish't in so faire a growth;
+    So sweet the temple was, that shrin'd                      15
+    The sacred sweetnesse of his mind;
+    That could the Fates know to relent,
+    Could they know what mercy meant,
+    Or had ever learnt to beare
+    The soft tincture of a teare;                              20
+    Teares would now have flow'd so deepe,
+    As might have taught Griefe how to weepe.
+    Now all their steely operation
+    Would quite have lost the cruell fashion.
+    Sicknesse would have gladly been                           25
+    Sick himselfe to have sav'd him;
+    And his feaver wish'd to prove,
+    Burning onely in his love.
+    Him when Wrath it selfe had seen,
+    Wrath it selfe had lost his spleen.                        30
+    Grim Destruction here amaz'd,
+    In stead of striking, would have gaz'd.
+    Even the iron-pointed pen,
+    That notes the tragick doomes of men,
+    Wet with teares, 'still'd from the eyes                    35
+    Of the flinty Destinies,
+    Would have learn't a softer style,
+    And have been asham'd to spoyle
+    His live's sweet story, by the hast
+    Of a cruell stop, ill plac't.                              40
+    In the darke volume of our fate,
+    Whence each lease of life hath date,
+    Where in sad particulars
+    The totall summe of man appeares,
+    And the short clause of mortall breath,                    45
+    Bound in the period of Death:
+    In all the booke if any where
+    Such a tearme as this, 'Spare here,'
+    Could been found, 'twould have been read,
+    Writ in white letters o're his head:                       50
+    Or close unto his name annext,
+    The faire glosse of a fairer text.
+    In briefe, if any one were free
+    Hee was that one, and onely hee.
+    But he, alas! even hee is dead,                            55
+    And our hope's faire harvest spread
+    In the dust. Pitty, now spend
+    All the teares that Griefe can lend.
+    Sad Mortality may hide
+    In his ashes all her pride;                                60
+    With this inscription o're his head,
+    'All hope of never dying here is dead.'
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+The SANCROFT MS. furnishes these variations: line 1, 'was:' line 26, 't'
+have:' line 34, 'quotes' for 'notes:' l. 42, 'lease' for 'leafe;'
+adopted: line 49 omits rightly the first 'have' and spells 'bin;' the
+former adopted: line 50, 'wrote:' line 62, 'is' for 'lyes;' adopted:
+line 23, 'steely' = hard as steel, or, as we say, iron-hearted. The
+SANCROFT MS. writes the two poems as one. G.
+
+
+
+
+HIS EPITAPH.[72]
+
+
+    Passenger, who e're thou art                                1
+    Stay a while, and let thy heart
+    Take acquaintance of this stone,
+    Before thou passest further on.
+    This stone will tell thee, that beneath,                    5
+    Is entomb'd the crime of Death;
+    The ripe endowments of whose mind
+    Left his yeares so much behind,
+    That numbring of his vertues' praise,
+    Death lost the reckoning of his dayes;                     10
+    And believing what they told,
+    Imagin'd him exceeding old.
+    In him Perfection did set forth
+    The strength of her united worth.
+    Him his wisdome's pregnant growth                          15
+    Made so reverend, even in youth,
+    That in the center of his brest
+    (Sweet as is the phoenix' nest)
+    Every reconcilèd Grace
+    Had their generall meeting-place.                          20
+    In him Goodnesse joy'd to see
+    Learning learne Humility.
+    The splendor of his birth and blood
+    Was but the glosse of his owne good.
+    The flourish of his sober youth                            25
+    Was the pride of naked truth.
+    In composure of his face,
+    Liv'd a faire, but manly grace.
+    His mouth was Rhetorick's best mold,
+    His tongue the touchstone of her gold.                     30
+    What word so e're his breath kept warme,
+    Was no word now but a charme:
+    For all persuasive Graces thence
+    Suck't their sweetest influence.
+    His vertue that within had root,                           35
+    Could not chuse but shine without.
+    And th' heart-bred lustre of his worth,
+    At each corner peeping forth,
+    Pointed him out in all his wayes,
+    Circled round in his owne rayes:                           40
+    That to his sweetnesse, all men's eyes
+    Were vow'd Love's flaming sacrifice.
+      Him while fresh and fragrant Time
+    Cherisht in his golden prime;
+    E're Hebe's hand had overlaid                              45
+    His smooth cheekes with a downy shade;
+    The rush of Death's unruly wave,
+    Swept him off into his grave.
+      Enough, now (if thou canst) passe on,
+    For now (alas!) not in this stone                          50
+    (Passenger who e're thou art)
+    Is he entomb'd, but in thy heart.
+
+
+
+
+AN EPITAPH VPON A YOVNG MARRIED COVPLE
+
+DEAD AND BVRYED TOGETHER.[73]
+
+
+    To these, whom Death again did wed,                         1
+    This grave's their second marriage-bed;
+    For though the hand of Fate could force
+    'Twixt sovl and body, a diuorce,
+    It could not sunder man and wife,                           5
+    'Cause they both liuèd but one life.
+    Peace, good Reader, Doe not weep.
+    Peace, the louers are asleep.
+    They, sweet turtles, folded ly
+    In the last knott that Loue could ty.                      10
+    And though they ly as they were dead,
+    Their pillow stone, their sheetes of lead;
+    (Pillow hard, and sheetes not warm)
+    Loue made the bed; they'l take no harm;
+    Let them sleep: let them sleep on,                         15
+    Till this stormy night be gone,
+    And the æternall morrow dawn;
+    Then the curtaines will be drawn
+    And they wake into a light,
+    Whose Day shall neuer sleepe in Night.                     20
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'Epitaphium Conjugum vnà mortuor. et
+sepultor. R. CR.' It was reprinted in 1648 'Delights' (p. 26), where it
+is entitled as _supra_, and 1670 (p. 95). Our text is that of 1648,
+which yields the five lines (11-14), and which ELLIS in his 'Specimens'
+(iii. 208, 1845) introduced from a MS. copy, but as doubtful from not
+having appeared in any of the editions; a mistake on his part, as the
+lines appear in 1648 and 1652. His note is, nevertheless, 'The lines
+included in brackets are in _no printed edition_: they were found in a
+MS. copy, and are perhaps not Crashaw's.' As usual, TURNBULL overlooked
+them. I add a few slight various readings from 1646.
+
+  Line 2, 'the.'
+
+    "  5, 'sever.'
+
+    "  6, 'Because they both liv'd but one life.'
+
+    "  10, I accept 'that' in 1646 and SANCROFT MS. as it is
+  confirmed by HARLEIAN MS. 6917-18, as before.
+
+  Line 17, I adopt 'And' for 'Till' from 1648.
+
+    "  19, 'waken with that Light,' and so SANCROFT MS.:
+  1648 reads 'And they wake into that Light:' HARLEIAN MS. as
+  before, 'And they waken with.'
+
+  Line 20, 'sleep' for 'dy,' which I adopt as agreeing with the
+  'wake,' and as being confirmed by HARLEIAN MS. as before. G.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH'S LECTVRE AND THE FVNERAL OF A YOVNG GENTLEMAN.[74]
+
+
+    Dear reliques of a dislodg'd sovl, whose lack               1
+    Makes many a mourning paper put on black!
+    O stay a while, ere thou draw in thy head
+    And wind thy self vp close in thy cold bed.
+    Stay but a little while, vntill I call                      5
+    A summon's worthy of thy funerall.
+    Come then, Youth, Beavty, Blood! all ye soft powres,
+    Whose sylken flatteryes swell a few fond howres
+    Into a false æternity. Come man;
+    Hyperbolizèd nothing! know thy span;                       10
+    Take thine own measure here, down, down, and bow
+    Before thy self in thine idæa; thou
+    Huge emptynes! contract thy bulke; and shrinke
+    All thy wild circle to a point. O sink
+    Lower and lower yet; till thy leane size                   15
+    Call Heaun to look on thee with narrow eyes.
+    Lesser and lesser yet; till thou begin
+    To show a face, fitt to confesse thy kin,
+    Thy neighbourhood to Nothing!
+    Proud lookes, and lofty eyliddes, here putt on             20
+    Your selues in your vnfaign'd reflexion;
+    Here, gallant ladyes! this vnpartiall glasse
+    (Through all your painting) showes you your true face.
+    These death-seal'd lippes are they dare giue the ly
+    To the lowd boasts of poor Mortality;                      25
+    These curtain'd windows, this retirèd eye
+    Outstares the liddes of larg-look't Tyranny.
+    This posture is the braue one, this that lyes
+    Thus low, stands vp (me thinkes) thus and defies
+    The World. All-daring dust and ashes! only you             30
+    Of all interpreters read Nature true.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+These various readings are worthy of record:
+
+  Line 7 in our text (1652) is misprinted as two lines, the first ending
+  with 'blood,' a repeated blunder of the Paris printer. It reads also
+  'the' for 'ye' of 1646. I adopt the latter. I have also cancelled 'and'
+  before 'blood' as a misprint.
+
+  Line 8 in 1652 is misprinted 'svlken' for 'sylken.'
+
+    "  12, ib. 'thy self,' and so in 1648 and 1670: 'bulke' from
+  1646 is preferable, and so adopted.
+
+  Line 15, 1646 has 'small' for 'lean,' which is inferior.
+
+    "  16, our text (1652) misspells 'norrow.'
+
+    "  19, in 1646 the readings here are,
+
+  'Thy neighbourhood to nothing I here put on
+  Thy selfe in this unfeign'd reflection.'
+
+  1648 and our text as given. 'Nothing' is intended to rhyme with 'kin'
+  and 'begin,' and so to form a triplet.
+
+  Line 23, our text (1652), 1648 and 1670 read 'Though ye be painted:'
+  1646 reads 'Through all your painting,' which is much more powerful,
+  and therefore adopted by us. It reminds us (from line 22, 'gallant
+  ladyes') of Hamlet's apostrophe to the skull of poor Yorick.
+
+  Line 25, 1646 reads poorly,
+
+    'To the proud hopes of poor Mortality.'
+
+    " 26, in 1646 reads curiously, 'this selfe-prison'd eye.' G.
+
+
+
+
+AN EPITAPH VPON DOCTOR BROOKE.[75]
+
+
+    A Brooke, whose streame so great, so good,                  1
+    Was lov'd, was honour'd, as a flood:
+    Whose bankes the Muses dwelt upon,
+    More than their owne Helicon;
+    Here at length, hath gladly found                           5
+    A quiet passage under ground;
+    Meane while his lovèd bankes, now dry
+    The Muses with their teares supply.
+
+
+
+
+ON A FOULE MORNING, BEING THEN TO TAKE A JOURNEY.[76]
+
+
+    Where art thou Sol, while thus the blind-fold Day           1
+    Staggers out of the East, loses her way
+    Stumbling on Night? Rouze thee illustrious youth,
+    And let no dull mists choake thy Light's faire growth.
+    Point here thy beames: O glance on yonder flocks,           5
+    And make their fleeces golden as thy locks.
+    Vnfold thy faire front, and there shall appeare
+    Full glory, flaming in her owne free spheare.
+    Gladnesse shall cloath the Earth, we will instile
+    The face of things, an universall smile.                   10
+    Say to the sullen Morne, thou com'st to court her;
+    And wilt command proud Zephirus to sport her
+    With wanton gales: his balmy breath shall licke
+    The tender drops which tremble on her cheeke;
+    Which rarified, and in a gentle raine                      15
+    On those delicious bankes distill'd againe,
+    Shall rise in a sweet Harvest, which discloses
+    Two ever-blushing bed[s] of new-borne roses.
+    Hee'l fan her bright locks, teaching them to flow,
+    And friske in curl'd mæanders: hee will throw              20
+    A fragrant breath suckt from the spicy nest
+    O' th' pretious phoenix, warme upon her breast.
+    Hee with a dainty and soft hand will trim
+    And brush her azure mantle, which shall swim
+    In silken volumes; wheresoe're shee'l tread,               25
+    Bright clouds like golden fleeces shall be spread.
+      Rise then (faire blew-ey'd maid!) rise and discover
+    Thy silver brow, and meet thy golden lover.
+    See how hee runs, with what a hasty flight,
+    Into thy bosome, bath'd with liquid light.                 30
+    Fly, fly prophane fogs, farre hence fly away,
+    Taint not the pure streames of the springing Day,
+    With your dull influence; it is for you
+    To sit and scoule upon Night's heavy brow,
+    Not on the fresh cheekes of the virgin Morne,              35
+    Where nought but smiles, and ruddy joyes are worne.
+    Fly then, and doe not thinke with her to stay;
+    Let it suffice, shee'l weare no maske to day.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In the SANCROFT MS. this is headed 'An Invitation to faire weather. In
+itinere adurgeretur matutinum coelum tali carmine invitabatur serenitas.
+R. CR.' In line 12 the MS. reads 'smooth' for 'proud' (TURNBULL here,
+after 1670, as usual misreads 'demand' for 'command'): line 18 corrects
+the misreading of all the editions, which is 'To every blushing...:'
+line 23 reads 'soft and dainty:' line 36, 'is' for 'are:' other
+orthographic differences only.
+
+The opening lines of this poem seem to be adapted from remembrance of
+the Friar's in _Romeo and Juliet_:
+
+    'The grey-eyed Morn smiles on the frowning Night
+    ...
+    And flecked Darkness like a drunkard reels
+    From forth Day's path and Titan's burning wheels.' (ii. 3.)
+
+  Line 4, in HARLEIAN MS. 6917-18 reads, as I have adopted,
+  'thy' for 'the.'
+
+  Line 5, ib. 'on yond faire.'
+
+    "  7, ib. 'Unfold thy front and then....'
+
+    "  9, instile is = instill, used in Latinate sense of drop
+  into or upon: HARLEIAN MS., as before, is 'enstile.'
+
+  Line 14, HARLEIAN MS., as before, 'thy' for 'her.'
+
+    "  16, ib. 'these.'
+
+    "  17-18, ib.
+
+    ...      'and disclose
+    ... the new-born rose.'
+
+See our Essay for critical remarks. G.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE MORNING:
+
+SATISFACTION FOR SLEEPE.[77]
+
+
+    What succour can I hope my Muse shall send                  1
+    Whose drowsinesse hath wrong'd the Muses' friend?
+    What hope, Aurora, to propitiate thee,
+    Vnlesse the Muse sing my apologie?
+      O in that morning of my shame! when I                     5
+    Lay folded up in Sleepe's captivity,
+    How at the sight did'st thou draw back thine eyes,
+    Into thy modest veyle? how didst thou rise
+    Twice dy'd in thine owne blushes! and did'st run
+    To draw the curtaines, and awake the sun!                  10
+    Who, rowzing his illustrious tresses, came,
+    And seeing the loath'd object, hid for shame
+    His head in thy faire bosome, and still hides
+    Mee from his patronage; I pray, he chides:
+    And pointing to dull Morpheus, bids me take                15
+    My owne Apollo, try if I can make
+    His Lethe be my Helicon: and see
+    If Morpheus have a Muse to wait on mee.
+    Hence 'tis, my humble fancie finds no wings,
+    No nimble rapture starts to Heaven, and brings             20
+    Enthusiasticke flames, such as can give
+    Marrow to my plumpe genius, make it live
+    Drest in the glorious madnesse of a Muse,
+    Whose feet can walke the milky way, and chuse
+    Her starry throne; whose holy heats can warme              25
+    The grave, and hold up an exalted arme
+    To lift me from my lazy vrne, to climbe
+    Vpon the stoopèd shoulders of old Time,
+    And trace Eternity--But all is dead,
+    All these delicious hopes are buried                       30
+    In the deepe wrinckles of his angry brow,
+    Where Mercy cannot find them: but O thou
+    Bright lady of the Morne! pitty doth lye
+    So warme in thy soft brest, it cannot dye.
+    Have mercy then, and when he next shall rise               35
+    O meet the angry God, invade his eyes,
+    And stroake his radiant cheekes; one timely kisse
+    Will kill his anger, and revive my blisse.
+    So to the treasure of thy pearly deaw,
+    Thrice will I pay three teares, to show how true           40
+    My griefe is; so my wakefull lay shall knocke
+    At th' orientall gates, and duly mocke
+    The early larkes' shrill orizons, to be
+    An anthem at the Daye's nativitie.
+    And the same rosie-finger'd hand of thine,                 45
+    That shuts Night's dying eyes, shall open mine.
+      But thou, faint God of Sleepe, forget that I
+    Was ever known to be thy votary.
+    No more my pillow shall thine altar be,
+    Nor will I offer any more to thee                          50
+    My selfe a melting sacrifice; I'me borne
+    Againe a fresh child of the buxome Morne,
+    Heire of the sun's first beames. Why threat'st thou so?
+    Why dost thou shake thy leaden scepter? goe,
+    Bestow thy poppy upon wakefull Woe,                        55
+    Sicknesse, and Sorrow, whose pale lidds ne're know
+    Thy downie finger; dwell upon their eyes,
+    Shut in their teares: shut out their miseries.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In 1646, line 1, for 'shall' reads 'will:' ib. in HARLEIAN MS. as
+before, 'my' for 'the Muse;' which I adopt here, but not in next line:
+line 9, ib. 'thy:' line 11, illustrious is = lustrous, radiant: HARLEIAN
+MS. as before, line 19, 'this my humble:' line 20, 1646 misprints
+'raptures:' line 27, 1670 has 'and climb:' line 28, 1646 has 'stooped'
+for 'stooping' of 1648; infinitely superior, and therefore adopted: 1670
+misprints 'stopped:' the SANCROFT MS. has 'stooping:' line 45, HARLEIAN
+MS. as before, 'thy altar.' Further: in the SANCROFT MS. this poem is
+headed 'Ad Auroram Somnolentiæ expiatio. R. CR.,' and it supplies these
+various readings: line 1, 'will:' line 7, 'call back:' line 16, 'my' for
+'mine;' line 20-21, 'winge' and 'bringe:' line 40, 'treasures:' other
+orthographic differences only. See Essay, as in last poem. G.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE'S HOROSCOPE.[78]
+
+
+    Love, brave Vertue's younger brother,                       1
+        Erst hath made my heart a mother;
+        Shee consults the conscious spheares
+        To calculate her young son's yeares.
+        Shee askes, if sad, or saving powers,                   5
+        Gave omen to his infant howers;
+        Shee askes each starre that then stood by,
+        If poore Love shall live or dy.
+
+    Ah, my heart, is that the way?
+        Are these the beames that rule thy day?                10
+        Thou know'st a face in whose each looke,
+        Beauty layes ope Love's fortune-booke;
+        On whose faire revolutions wait
+        The obsequious motions of man's fate:
+        Ah, my heart, her eyes, and shee,                      15
+        Have taught thee new astrologie.
+        How e're Love's native houres were set,
+        What ever starry synod met,
+        'Tis in the mercy of her eye,
+        If poore Love shall live or dye.                       20
+
+    If those sharpe rayes putting on
+        Points of death, bid Love be gon:
+        (Though the Heavens in counsell sate
+        To crowne an uncontroulèd fate,
+        Though their best aspects twin'd upon                  25
+        The kindest constellation,
+        Cast amorous glances on his birth,
+        And whisper'd the confederate Earth
+        To pave his pathes with all the good,
+        That warmes the bed of youth and blood)                30
+        Love hath no plea against her eye:
+        Beauty frownes, and Love must dye.
+
+    But if her milder influence move,
+        And gild the hopes of humble Love:
+        (Though Heaven's inauspicious eye                      35
+        Lay blacke on Love's nativitie;
+        Though every diamond in Love's crowne
+        Fixt his forehead to a frowne:)
+        Her eye, a strong appeale can giue,
+        Beauty smiles, and Love shall live.                    40
+    O, if Love shall live, O, where
+        But in her eye, or in her eare,
+        In her brest, or in her breath,
+        Shall I hide poore Love from Death?
+        For in the life ought else can give,                   45
+        Love shall dye, although he live.
+
+    Or, if Love shall dye, O, where
+        But in her eye, or in her eare,
+        In her breath, or in her breast,
+        Shall I build his funerall nest?                       50
+        While Love shall thus entombèd lye,
+        Love shall live, although he dye.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+In line 16 the heavens are the planets. To 'crown' his fate is to invest
+it with regal power, and so place it beyond control. It is doubtful
+whether 'uncontrouled' expresses that state or result of crowning, or
+whether the clause is hyperbolical, and means to put further beyond
+control an already uncontrolled fate. 'Twin'd' seems a strange word to
+use, but refers, I presume, to the apparently irregular and winding-like
+motions of the planets through the constellations until they result in
+the favourable aspects mentioned. According to astrology, the
+beneficence or maleficence of the planetary aspects varies with the
+nature of the constellation in which they occur. HENRY VAUGHAN,
+Silurist, uses 'wind' very much as CRASHAW uses 'twin'd:' see _s.v._ in
+our edition.
+
+In line 14 we have accepted the reading 'man's' for 'Loves' from the
+SANCROFT MS.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG:
+
+OUT OF THE ITALIAN.[79]
+
+
+            To thy lover
+            Deere, discover
+    That sweet blush of thine that shameth
+          --When those roses
+            It discloses--
+    All the flowers that Nature nameth.
+
+            In free ayre,
+            Flow thy haire;
+    That no more Summer's best dresses,
+            Bee beholden
+            For their golden
+    Locks, to Phoebus' flaming tresses.
+
+            O deliver
+            Love his quiver;
+    From thy eyes he shoots his arrowes:
+            Where Apollo
+            Cannot follow:
+    Featherd with his mother's sparrowes.
+
+            O envy not
+          --That we dye not--
+    Those deere lips whose doore encloses
+            All the Graces
+            In their places,
+    Brother pearles, and sister roses.
+
+            From these treasures
+            Of ripe pleasures
+    One bright smile to cleere the weather.
+            Earth and Heaven
+            Thus made even,
+    Both will be good friends together.
+
+            The aire does wooe thee,
+            Winds cling to thee;
+    Might a word once fly from out thee,
+            Storme and thunder
+            Would sit under,
+    And keepe silence round about thee.
+
+            But if Nature's
+            Common creatures,
+    So deare glories dare not borrow:
+            Yet thy beauty
+            Owes a duty,
+    To my loving, lingring sorrow,
+
+            When to end mee
+            Death shall send mee
+    All his terrors to affright mee:
+            Thine eyes' Graces
+            Gild their faces,
+    And those terrors shall delight mee.
+
+            When my dying
+            Life is flying,
+    Those sweet aires that often slew mee
+            Shall revive mee,
+            Or reprive mee,
+    And to many deaths renew mee.
+
+
+
+
+OUT OF THE ITALIAN.
+
+
+    Love now no fire hath left him,                             1
+    We two betwixt us have divided it.
+    Your eyes the light hath reft him,
+    The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.[80]
+    O that poore Love be not for ever spoyled,                  5
+    Let my heat to your light be reconciled.
+
+    So shall these flames, whose worth
+        Now all obscurèd lyes:
+    --Drest in those beames--start forth
+        And dance before your eyes.                            10
+    Or else partake my flames
+        (I care not whither)
+    And so in mutuall names
+        Of Love, burne both together.
+
+
+
+
+OUT OF THE ITALIAN.
+
+
+    Would any one the true cause find                           1
+      How Love came nak't, a boy, and blind?
+    'Tis this: listning one day too long,
+    So th' Syrens in my mistris' song,
+    The extasie of a delight                                    5
+    So much o're-mastring all his might,
+    To that one sense, made all else thrall,
+      And so he lost his clothes, eyes, heart and all.
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE FRONTISPEECE OF MR. ISAACKSON'S CHRONOLOGIE.[81]
+
+
+    Let hoary Time's vast bowels be the grave                   1
+    To what his bowels' birth and being gave;
+    Let Nature die, (Phoenix-like) from death
+    Revivèd Nature takes a second breath;
+    If on Time's right hand, sit faire Historie,                5
+    If from the seed of emptie Ruine, she
+    Can raise so faire an harvest; let her be
+    Ne're so farre distant, yet Chronologie
+    (Sharp-sighted as the eagle's eye, that can
+    Out-stare the broad-beam'd daye's meridian)                10
+    Will have a perspicill to find her out,
+    And, through the night of error and dark doubt,
+    Discerne the dawne of Truth's eternall ray,
+    As when the rosie Morne budds into Day.
+      Now that Time's empire might be amply fill'd,            15
+    Babel's bold artists strive (below) to build
+    Ruine a temple; on whose fruitfull fall
+    History reares her pyramids, more tall
+    Than were th' Aegyptian (by the life these give,
+    Th' Egyptian pyramids themselves must live):               20
+    On these she lifts the world; and on their base
+    Showes the two termes, and limits of Time's race:
+    That, the creation is; the judgement, this;
+    That, the World's morning; this, her midnight is.
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+As explained in preceding Note, I add here the poem so long misassigned
+to CRASHAW.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE FRONTISPIECE OF ISAACSON'S CHRONOLOGIE EXPLAINED.
+
+BY DR. EDWARD RAINBOW, BISHOP OF CARLISLE.
+
+
+    If with distinctive eye, and mind, you looke                1
+    Vpon the Front, you see more than one Booke.
+    Creation is God's Booke, wherein He writ
+    Each creature, as a letter filling it.
+    History is Creation's Booke; which showes                   5
+    To what effects the Series of it goes.
+    Chronologie's the Booke of Historie, and beares
+    The just account of Dayes, Moneths, and Yeares.
+    But Resurrection, in a later Presse,
+    And New Edition, is the summe of these.                    10
+    The Language of these Bookes had all been one,
+    Had not th' aspiring Tower of Babylon
+    Confus'd the tongues, and in a distance hurl'd
+    As farre the speech, as men, o' th' new fill'd world.
+      Set then your eyes in method, and behold                 15
+    Time's embleme, Saturne; who, when store of gold
+    Coyn'd the first age, devour'd that birth, he fear'd;
+    Till History, Time's eldest child appear'd;
+    And Phoenix-like, in spight of Saturne's rage,
+    Forc'd from her ashes, heyres in every age.                20
+    From th' Rising Sunne, obtaining by just suit,
+    A Spring's ingender, and an Autumne's fruit.
+    Who in those Volumes at her motion pend,
+    Vnto Creation's Alpha doth extend.
+    Againe ascend, and view Chronology,                        25
+    By optick skill, pulling farre History
+    Neerer; whose Hand the piercing Eagle's eye
+    Strengthens, to bring remotest objects nigh.
+    Vnder whose feet, you see the Setting Sunne,
+    From the darke Gnomon, o're her volumes runne,             30
+    Drown'd in eternall night, never to rise,
+    Till Resurrection show it to the eyes
+    Of Earth-worne men; and her shrill trumpet's sound
+    Affright the Bones of mortals from the ground.
+    The Columnes both are crown'd with either Sphere,          35
+    To show Chronology and History beare,
+    No other Culmen than the double Art,
+    Astronomy, Geography, impart.
+
+
+
+
+AN EPITAPH VPON MR. ASHTON,
+
+A CONFORMABLE CITIZEN.[82]
+
+
+    The modest front of this small floore,                      1
+    Beleeve me, Reader, can say more
+    Than many a braver marble can;
+    _Here lyes a truly honest man._
+    One whose conscience was a thing,                           5
+    That troubled neither Church nor King.
+    One of those few that in this towne,
+    Honour all Preachers, heare their owne.
+    Sermons he heard, yet not so many
+    As left no time to practise any.                           10
+    He heard them reverendly, and then
+    His practice preach'd them o're agen.
+    His Parlour-Sermons rather were
+    Those to the eye, then to the eare.
+    His prayers took their price and strength,                 15
+    Not from the lowdnesse, nor the length.
+    He was a Protestant at home,
+    Not onely in despight of Rome.
+    He lov'd his Father; yet his zeale
+    Tore not off his Mother's veile.                           20
+    To th' Church he did allow her dresse,
+    True Beauty, to true Holinesse.
+    Peace, which he lov'd in life, did lend
+    Her hand to bring him to his end.
+    When Age and Death call'd for the score,                   25
+    No surfets were to reckon for.
+    Death tore not--therefore--but sans strife
+    Gently untwin'd his thread of life.
+    What remaines then, but that thou
+    Write these lines, Reader, in thy brow,                    30
+    And by his faire example's light,
+    Burne in thy imitation bright.
+    So while these lines can but bequeath
+    A life perhaps unto his death;
+    His better Epitaph shall bee,                              35
+    His life still kept alive in thee.
+
+
+
+
+OUT OF CATULLUS.[83]
+
+
+    Come and let us live my deare,                              1
+    Let us love and never feare,
+    What the sowrest fathers say:
+    Brightest Sol that dyes to day
+    Lives againe as blith to morrow;                            5
+    But if we darke sons of sorrow
+    Set: O then how long a Night
+    Shuts the eyes of our short light!
+    Then let amorous kisses dwell
+    On our lips, begin and tell                                10
+    A thousand, and a hundred score,
+    An hundred and a thousand more,
+    Till another thousand smother
+    That, and that wipe of[f] another.
+    Thus at last when we have numbred                          15
+    Many a thousand, many a hundred,
+    Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
+    And lose our selves in wild delight:
+    While our joyes so multiply,
+    As shall mocke the envious eye.                            20
+
+
+
+
+WISHES.
+
+TO HIS (SUPPOSED) MISTRESSE.[84]
+
+
+    1. Who ere she be,                                          1
+    That not impossible she
+    That shall command my heart and me;
+    2. Where ere she lye,
+    Lock't up from mortall eye,                                 5
+    In shady leaves of Destiny;
+
+    3. Till that ripe birth
+    Of studied Fate stand forth,
+    And teach her faire steps tread our Earth;
+
+    4. Till that divine                                        10
+    Idæa, take a shrine
+    Of chrystall flesh, through which to shine;
+
+    5. Meet you her, my wishes,
+    Bespeake her to my blisses,
+    And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.                        15
+
+    6. I wish her, beauty
+    That owes not all its duty
+    To gaudy tire or glistring shoo-ty.
+
+    7. Something more than
+    Taffata or tissew can,                                     20
+    Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
+
+    8. More than the spoyle
+    Of shop, or silkeworme's toyle,
+    Or a bought blush, or a set smile.
+
+    9. A face that's best                                      25
+    By its owne beauty drest,
+    And can alone commend the rest.
+
+    10. A face made up,
+    Out of no other shop
+    Than what Nature's white hand sets ope.                    30
+
+    11. A cheeke where Youth,
+    And blood, with pen of Truth
+    Write, what their reader sweetly ru'th.
+
+    12. A cheeke where growes
+    More than a morning rose:                                  35
+    Which to no boxe his being owes.
+
+    13. Lipps, where all day
+    A lover's kisse may play,
+    Yet carry nothing thence away.
+
+    14. Lookes that oppresse                                   40
+    Their richest tires, but dresse
+    Themselves in simple nakednesse.
+
+    15. Eyes, that displace
+    The neighbour diamond, and out-face
+    That sunshine, by their own sweet grace.                   45
+
+    16. Tresses, that weare
+    Iewells, but to declare
+    How much themselves more pretious are.
+
+    17. Whose native ray,
+    Can tame the wanton day                                    50
+    Of gems, that in their bright shades play.
+
+    18. Each ruby there,
+    Or pearle that dares appeare,
+    Be its own blush, be its own teare.
+
+    19. A well tam'd heart,                                    55
+    For whose more noble smart,
+    Love may be long chusing a dart.
+
+    20. Eyes, that bestow
+    Full quivers on Love's bow;
+    Yet pay lesse arrowes than they owe.                       60
+
+    21. Smiles, that can warme
+    The blood, yet teach a charme,
+    That Chastity shall take no harme.
+
+    22. Blushes, that bin
+    The burnish of no sin,                                     65
+    Nor flames of ought too hot within.
+
+    23. Ioyes, that confesse,
+    Vertue their mistresse,
+    And have no other head to dresse.
+
+    24. Feares, fond, and flight,                              70
+    As the coy bride's, when Night
+    First does the longing lover right.
+
+    25. Teares, quickly fled,
+    And vaine, as those are shed
+    For a dying maydenhead.                                    75
+
+    26. Dayes, that need borrow,
+    No part of their good morrow,
+    From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
+
+    27. Dayes, that in spight
+    Of darknesse, by the light                                 80
+    Of a cleere mind are day all night.
+
+    28. Nights, sweet as they,
+    Made short by lovers play,
+    Yet long by th' absence of the day.
+
+    29. Life, that dares send                                  85
+    A challenge to his end,
+    And when it comes say, Welcome friend!
+
+    30. Sydnæan showers
+    Of sweet discourse, whose powers
+    Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.                  90
+
+    31. Soft silken hours;
+    Open sunnes; shady bowers;
+    'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.
+
+    32. What ere delight
+    Can make Daye's forehead bright,                           95
+    Or give downe to the wings of Night.
+
+    33. In her whole frame,
+    Haue Nature all the name,
+    Art and ornament the shame.
+
+    34. Her flattery,                                         100
+    Picture and Poesy,
+    Her counsell her owne vertue be.
+
+    35. I wish her store
+    Of worth may leave her poore
+    Of wishes; and I wish----no more.                         105
+
+    36. Now if Time knowes
+    That her, whose radiant browes
+    Weave them a garland of my vowes;
+
+    37. Her whose just bayes,
+    My future hopes can raise,                                110
+    A trophie to her present praise.
+
+    38. Her that dares be,
+    What these lines wish to see:
+    I seeke no further: it is she.
+
+    39. 'Tis she, and here                                    115
+    Lo I uncloath and cleare,
+    My wishes cloudy character.
+
+    40. May she enjoy it,
+    Whose merit dare apply it,
+    But Modesty dares still deny it.                          120
+
+    41. Such worth as this is
+    Shall fixe my flying wishes,
+    And determine them to kisses.
+
+    42. Let her full glory,
+    My fancyes, fly before ye,                                125
+    Be ye my fictions; but her story.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The HARLEIAN MS. 6917-18, as before, gives an admirable reading,
+corrective of all the editions in st. 3, line 3. Hitherto it has run,
+'And teach her faire steps to our Earth:' the MS. as given by us 'tread'
+for 'to:' ib. st. 5, line 1, reads 'Meete her my wishes;' perhaps
+preferable: st. 6, I accept 'its' for 'his' from 1670 edition: st. 7,
+'than'=then, and is spelled 'then' here and elsewhere in 1646 and 1670:
+st. 8, line 3, HARLEIAN MS. reads 'Or a bowe, blush, or a set smile;'
+inferior: st. 9, ib. reads 'commend' for 'command;' adopted: st. 11, ib.
+'their' for 'the;' adopted: st. 14, ib. spells 'tyers,' and line 3 reads
+as we print for 'And cloath their simplest nakednesse,' which is clumsy
+and poor: st. 15: Here, as in the poem, 'On the bleeding wounds of our
+crucified Lord' (st. 6), where we read 'The thorns that Thy blest brows
+encloses,' and elsewhere, we have an example of the Elizabethan use of
+'that' as a singular (referring to and thus made a collective plural)
+taken as the governing nominative to the verb. So in this poem of
+'Wishes' we have 'Eyes that bestow,' 'Joys that confess,' 'Tresses that
+wear.' But it must be stated that the HARLEIAN MS., as before, reads not
+as in 1646 and 1648 'displaces,' 'out-faces' and 'graces,' but as
+printed by us on its authority; certainly the rhythm is improved
+thereby: st. 18, line 2, ib. 'dares' for 'dare;' adopted: st. 24,
+looking to 'tears quickly fled' of next stanza, I think 'flight' is
+correct, and not a misprint for 'slight.' Accordingly I have punctuated
+with a comma after fond, flight being = the shrinking-away of the bride,
+like the Horatian fair lady, a fugitive yet wishful of her lover's kiss:
+st. 31, HARLEIAN MS. as before, 'Open sunn:' st. 42, line 3, 'be you my
+fictions, she my story.' G.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE QUEEN:
+
+AN APOLOGIE FOR THE LENGTH OF THE FOLLOWING PANEGYRICK.[85]
+
+
+    When you are mistresse of the song,                         1
+    Mighty queen, to thinke it long,
+    Were treason 'gainst that majesty
+    Your Vertue wears. Your modesty
+    Yet thinks it so. But ev'n that too                         5
+    --Infinite, since part of you--
+    New matter for our Muse supplies,
+    And so allowes what it denies.
+    Say then dread queen, how may we doe
+    To mediate 'twixt your self and you?                       10
+    That so our sweetly temper'd song
+    Nor be too sort, nor seeme to[o] long.
+        Needs must your noble prayses' strength
+        That made it long excuse the length.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE QUEEN,
+
+VPON HER NUMEROUS PROGENIE: A PANEGYRICK.[86]
+
+
+    Britain! the mighty Ocean's lovely bride!                   1
+    Now stretch thy self, fair isle, and grow: spread wide
+    Thy bosome, and make roome. Thou art opprest
+    With thine own glories, and art strangely blest
+    Beyond thy self: for (lo!) the gods, the gods               5
+    Come fast upon thee; and those glorious ods
+    Swell thy full honours to a pitch so high
+    As sits above thy best capacitie.
+        Are they not ods? and glorious? that to thee
+    Those mighty genii throng, which well might be             10
+    Each one an Age's labour? that thy dayes
+    Are gilded with the union of those rayes
+    Whose each divided beam would be a sunne
+    To glad the sphere of any Nation?
+    Sure, if for these thou mean'st to find a seat,            15
+    Th' hast need, O Britain, to be truly Great.
+        And so thou art; their presence makes thee so:
+    They are thy greatnesse. Gods, where-e're they go,
+    Bring their Heav'n with them: their great footsteps place
+    An everlasting smile upon the face                         20
+    Of the glad Earth they tread on: while with thee
+    Those beames that ampliate mortalitie,
+    And teach it to expatiate and swell
+    To majestie and fulnesse, deign to dwell,
+    Thou by thy self maist sit, (blest Isle) and see           25
+    How thy great mother Nature dotes on thee.
+    Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd,
+    And seem'd to make an Isle, but made a World.
+
+        Time yet hath dropt few plumes since Hope turn'd Joy,
+    And took into his armes the princely boy,                  30
+    Whose birth last blest the bed of his sweet mother,
+    And bad us first salute our prince, a brother.
+
+
+_The Prince and Duke of York._
+
+    Bright Charles! thou sweet dawn of a glorious Day!
+    Centre of those thy grandsires (shall I say,
+    Henry and James? or, Mars and Phoebus rather?              35
+    If this were Wisdome's god, that War's stern father;
+    'Tis but the same is said: Henry and James
+    Are Mars and Phoebus under diverse names):
+    O thou full mixture of those mighty souls
+    Whose vast intelligences tun'd the poles                   40
+    Of Peace and War; thou, for whose manly brow
+    Both lawrels twine into one wreath, and woo
+    To be thy garland: see (sweet prince), O see,
+    Thou, and the lovely hopes that smile in thee,
+    Art ta'n out and transcrib'd by thy great mother:          45
+    See, see thy reall shadow; see thy brother,
+    Thy little self in lesse: trace in these eyne
+    The beams that dance in those full stars of thine.
+    From the same snowy alabaster rock
+    Those hands and thine were hewn; those cherries mock       50
+    The corall of thy lips: thou wert of all
+    This well-wrought copie the fair principall.
+
+
+_Lady Mary._
+
+        Iustly, great Nature, didst thou brag, and tell
+    How ev'n th' hadst drawn that faithfull parallel,
+    And matcht thy master-piece. O then go on,                 55
+    Make such another sweet comparison.
+    Seest thou that Marie there? O teach her mother
+    To shew her to her self in such another.
+    Fellow this wonder too; nor let her shine
+    Alone; light such another star, and twine                  60
+    Their rosie beams, that so the Morn for one
+    Venus, may have a constellation.
+
+
+_Lady Elizabeth._
+
+    These words scarce waken'd Heaven, when--lo!--our vows
+    Sat crown'd upon the noble infant's brows.
+    Th' art pair'd, sweet princesse: in this well-writ book    65
+    Read o're thy self; peruse each line, each look.
+    And when th' hast summ'd up all those blooming blisses,
+    Close up the book, and clasp it with thy kisses.
+      So have I seen (to dresse their mistresse May)
+    Two silken sister-flowers consult, and lay                 70
+    Their bashfull cheeks together: newly they
+    Peep't from their buds, show'd like the garden's eyes
+    Scarce wak't: like was the crimson of their joyes;
+    Like were the tears they wept, so like, that one
+    Seem'd but the other's kind reflexion.                     75
+
+
+_The new-borne Prince._
+
+      And now 'twere time to say, sweet queen, no more.
+    Fair source of princes, is thy pretious store
+    Not yet exhaust? O no! Heavens have no bound,
+    But in their infinite and endlesse round
+    Embrace themselves. Our measure is not their's;            80
+    Nor may the pov'rtie of man's narrow prayers
+    Span their immensitie. More princes come:
+    Rebellion, stand thou by; Mischief, make room:
+    War, blood, and death--names all averse from Ioy--
+    Heare this, we have another bright-ey'd boy:               85
+    That word's a warrant, by whose vertue I
+    Have full authority to bid you dy.
+      Dy, dy, foul misbegotten monsters! dy:
+    Make haste away, or e'r the World's bright eye
+    Blush to a cloud of bloud. O farre from men                90
+    Fly hence, and in your Hyperborean den
+    Hide you for evermore, and murmure there
+    Where none but Hell may heare, nor our soft aire
+    Shrink at the hatefull sound. Mean while we bear
+    High as the brow of Heaven, the noble noise                95
+    And name of these our just and righteous joyes,
+    Where Envie shall not reach them, nor those eares
+    Whose tune keeps time to ought below the spheres.
+      But thou, sweet supernumerary starre,
+    Shine forth; nor fear the threats of boyst'rous Warre.    100
+    The face of things has therefore frown'd a while
+    On purpose, that to thee and thy pure smile
+    The World might ow an universall calm;
+    While thou, fair halcyon, on a sea of balm
+    Shalt flote; where while thou layst thy lovely head,      105
+    The angry billows shall but make thy bed:
+    Storms, when they look on thee, shall straigt relent;
+    And tempests, when they tast thy breath, repent
+    To whispers, soft as thine own slumbers be,
+    Or souls of virgins which shall sigh for thee.            110
+      Shine then, sweet supernumerary starre,
+    Nor feare the boysterous names of bloud and warre:
+    Thy birth-day is their death's nativitie;
+    They've here no other businesse but to die.
+
+
+_To the Queen._
+
+      But stay; what glimpse was that? why blusht the Day?    115
+    Why ran the started aire trembling away?
+    Who's this that comes circled in rayes that scorn
+    Acquaintance with the sun? what second morn
+    At midday opes a presence which Heaven's eye
+    Stands off and points at? Is't some deity                 120
+    Stept from her throne of starres, deignes to be seen?
+    Is it some deity? or is't our queen?
+      'Tis she, 'tis she: her awfull beauties chase
+    The Day's abashèd glories, and in face
+    Of noon wear their own sunshine. O thou bright            125
+    Mistresse of wonders! Cynthia's is the Night;
+    But thou at noon dost shine, and art all day
+    (Nor does thy sun deny't) our Cynthia.
+      Illustrious sweetnesse! in thy faithfull wombe,
+    That nest of heroes, all our hopes find room.             130
+    Thou art the mother-phenix, and thy brest
+    Chast as that virgin honour of the East,
+    But much more fruitfull is; nor does, as she,
+    Deny to mighty Love, a deitie.
+    Then let the Eastern world brag and be proud              135
+    Of one coy phenix, while we have a brood,
+    A brood of phenixes: while we have brother
+    And sister-phenixes, and still the mother.
+      And may we long! Long may'st thou live t'increase
+    The house and family of phenixes.                         140
+    Nor may the life that gives their eye-lids light
+    E're prove the dismall morning of thy night:
+    Ne're may a birth of thine be bought so dear
+    To make his costly cradle of thy beer.
+      O may'st thou thus make all the year thine own,         145
+    And see such names of joy sit white upon
+    The brow of every month! and when th' hast done,
+    Mayst in a son of his find every son
+    Repeated, and that son still in another,
+    And so in each child, often prove a mother.               150
+    Long may'st thou, laden with such clusters, lean
+    Vpon thy royall elm (fair vine!) and when
+    The Heav'ns will stay no longer, may thy glory
+    And name dwell sweet in some eternall story!
+
+      Pardon (bright Excellence,) an untun'd string,          155
+    That in thy eares thus keeps a murmuring.
+    O speake a lowly Muse's pardon, speake
+    Her pardon, or her sentence; onely breake
+    Thy silence. Speake, and she shall take from thence
+    Numbers, and sweetnesse, and an influence                 160
+    Confessing thee. Or (if too long I stay,)
+    O speake thou, and my pipe hath nought to say:
+    For see Apollo all this while stands mute,
+    Expecting by thy voice to tune his lute.
+
+      But gods are gracious; and their altars make            165
+    Pretious the offrings that their altars take.
+    Give then this rurall wreath fire from thine eyes,
+    This rurall wreath dares be thy sacrifice.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+This poem was originally entitled (as _supra_) 'Upon the Duke of York's
+Birth.' As new children were born additions were made to it and the
+title altered. Cf. the Latin poem in our vol. ii. _ad Reginam_.
+
+The children celebrated were the following: Charles James, born May 13,
+1628, died the same day; the Queen's first child: Charles II., born May
+29, 1630: James, who is placed before his sister Mary, who was older
+than he; born Oct. 14, 1633; afterwards James II.: Princess Mary, born
+Nov. 4, 1631, afterwards mother of William III.: Princess Elizabeth,
+born Dec. 28, 1635; died of grief at her father's tragical end, Sept. 8,
+1650; was buried in the church at Newport, Isle of Wight, where her
+remains were found in 1793. Vaughan the Silurist has a fine poem to her
+memory (our edition, vol. ii. pp. 115-17): Anne, born March 17, 1636-7;
+she died Dec. 8, 1640 (Crashaw from first to last keeps Death out of his
+poem): Henry, born July 8, 1640, afterwards Duke of Gloucester and Earl
+of Cambridge. Henrietta Anne, born June 16, 1644, is not named.
+
+
+The title in 1646 is 'Vpon the Duke of Yorke his Birth: a Panegyricke;'
+and so in 1670, which throughout agrees with that very imperfect text,
+except in one deplorable blunder of its own left uncorrected by
+TURNBULL, as noted below. The heading in the SANCROFT MS. is 'A
+Panegyrick vpon the birth of the Duke of Yorke. R. CR.'
+
+  Line 7, in 1646 'glories' for 'honours.' In the SANCROFT MS. line 8
+  reads 'As sitts alone ....'
+
+  Line 15, ib. 'O' for 'Sure.'
+
+    "  16, ib. 'Th' art.'
+
+    "  29-32 restored from 1648. Not in SANCROFT MS.
+
+    "  33. These headings here and onward omitted hitherto.
+
+    "  34, in 1646 'great' for 'bright.'
+
+    "  43, our text (1648) misprints 'owne' for 'one' of Voces
+  Votivæ.
+
+  Line 50, 1646 oddly misprints 'these Cherrimock.'
+
+  Line 52, 1646, 'art' for 'wert.'
+
+    "  54, ib. 'may'st' for 'did'st.'
+
+    "  55, ib. 'th' art' for 'th' hadst.'
+
+    "  64-70 restored from 1648. Not in SANCROFT MS.
+
+    "  74, 1646, 'pearls' for 'tears.' So the SANCROFT MS.
+
+    "  78-118, all these lines--most characteristic­--restored
+  from 1648. TURNBULL overlooked them. Not in the SANCROFT MS.
+
+  Line 140, 1670 drops a line here, and thus confuses,
+
+    'A brood of phenixes, and still the mother:
+    And may we long: long may'st thou live t' encrease
+    The house,' &c.
+
+PEREGRINE PHILLIPS in his selections from CRASHAW (1785), following the
+text of 1670, says in a foot-note, 'A line seems wanting, but is so in
+the original copy.' TURNBULL follows suit and says, 'Here a line seems
+deficient.' If either had consulted the 'original' editions, which both
+professed to know, it would have saved them from this and numerous
+kindred blunders.
+
+  line 145, 1646, 'light' for 'life.'
+
+    "  151, ib. 'that's.'
+
+    "  170, ib. 'their' for 'the offerings.'
+
+  In line 27 'Thee therefore &c.' is a thought not unfrequent with the
+  panegyrists of James. BEN JONSON makes use of it at least twice. In
+  the Masque of Blackness we have,
+
+    'With that great name Britannia, this blest isle
+    Hath won her ancient dignity and style;
+    A world divided from a world, and tried
+    The abstract of it, in his general pride.'
+
+SHAKESPEARE used the same thought more nobly when he made it the theme
+of that glorious outburst of patriotism from the lips of the dying
+Gaunt. G.
+
+
+
+
+VPON TWO GREENE APRICOCKES SENT TO COWLEY BY SIR CRASHAW.[87]
+
+
+    Take these, Time's tardy truants, sent by me                1
+    To be chastis'd (sweet friend) and chide by thee.
+    Pale sons of our Pomona! whose wan cheekes
+    Have spent the patience of expecting weekes,
+    Yet are scarce ripe enough at best to show                  5
+    The redd, but of the blush to thee they ow.
+    By thy comparrison they shall put on
+    More Summer in their shame's reflection,
+    Than ere the fruitfull Phoebus' flaming kisses
+    Kindled on their cold lips. O had my wishes                10
+    And the deare merits of your Muse, their due,
+    The yeare had found some fruit early as you;
+    Ripe as those rich composures Time computes
+    Blossoms, but our blest tast confesses fruits.
+    How does thy April-Autumne mocke these cold                15
+    Progressions 'twixt whose termes poor Time grows old!
+    With thee alone he weares no beard, thy braine
+    Gives him the morning World's fresh gold againe.
+    'Twas only Paradice, 'tis onely thou,
+    Whose fruit and blossoms both blesse the same bough.       20
+    Proud in the patterne of thy pretious youth,
+    Nature (methinks) might easily mend her growth.
+    Could she in all her births but coppie thee,
+    Into the publick yeares proficiencie,
+    No fruit should have the face to smile on thee             25
+    (Young master of the World's maturitie)
+    But such whose sun-borne beauties what they borrow
+    Of beames to day, pay back again to morrow,
+    Nor need be double-gilt. How then must these
+    Poor fruites looke pale at thy Hesperides!                 30
+    Faine would I chide their slownesse, but in their
+    Defects I draw mine own dull character.
+    Take them, and me in them acknowledging,
+    How much my Summer waites upon thy Spring.
+
+
+
+
+ALEXIAS:
+
+THE COMPLAINT OF THE FORSAKEN WIFE OF SAINTE ALEXIS.[88]
+
+
+THE FIRST ELEGIE.
+
+    I late the Roman youth's loud prayse and pride,             1
+    Whom long none could obtain, though thousands try'd;
+    Lo, here am left (alas!) For my lost mate
+    T' embrace my teares, and kisse an vnkind fate.
+    Sure in my early woes starres were at strife,               5
+    And try'd to make a widow ere a wife.
+    Nor can I tell (and this new teares doth breed)
+    In what strange path, my lord's fair footsteppes bleed.
+    O knew I where he wander'd, I should see
+    Some solace in my sorrow's certainty:                      10
+    I'd send my woes in words should weep for me,
+    (Who knowes how powerfull well-writt praires would be.)
+    Sending's too slow a word; myselfe would fly.
+    Who knowes my own heart's woes so well as I?
+    But how shall I steal hence? Alexis thou,                  15
+    Ah thou thy self, alas! hast taught me how.
+    Loue too that leads the way would lend the wings
+    To bear me harmlesse through the hardest things.
+    And where Loue lends the wing, and leads the way,
+    What dangers can there be dare say me nay?                 20
+    If I be shipwrack't, Loue shall teach to swimme:
+    If drown'd, sweet is the death indur'd for him:
+    The noted sea shall change his name with me,
+    I'mongst the blest starres, a new name shall be.
+    And sure where louers make their watry graues,             25
+    The weeping mariner will augment the waues.
+    For who so hard, but passing by that way
+    Will take acquaintance of my woes, and say
+    Here 'twas the Roman maid found a hard fate,
+    While through the World she sought her wandring mate       30
+    Here perish't she, poor heart; Heauns, be my vowes
+    As true to me, as she was to her spouse.
+    O liue, so rare a loue! liue! and in thee
+    The too frail life of femal constancy.
+    Farewell; and shine, fair soul, shine there aboue          35
+    Firm in thy crown, as here fast in thy loue.
+    There thy lost fugitiue th' hast found at last:
+    Be happy; and for euer hold him fast.
+
+
+THE SECOND ELEGIE.
+
+    Though all the ioyes I had, fled hence with thee,           1
+    Vnkind! yet are my teares still true to me:
+    I'm wedded o're again since thou art gone;
+    Nor couldst thou, cruell, leaue me quite alone.
+    Alexis' widdow now is Sorrow's wife,                        5
+    With him shall I weep out my weary life.
+    Wellcome, my sad-sweet mate! Now haue I gott
+    At last a constant Loue, that leaues me not:
+    Firm he, as thou art false; nor need my cryes
+    Thus vex the Earth and teare the beauteous skyes.          10
+    For him, alas! n'ere shall I need to be
+    Troublesom to the world thus as for thee:
+    For thee I talk to trees; with silent groues
+    Expostulate my woes and much-wrong'd loues;
+    Hills and relentlesse rockes, or if there be               15
+    Things that in hardnesse more allude to thee,
+    To these I talk in teares, and tell my pain,
+    And answer too for them in teares again.
+    How oft haue I wept out the weary sun!
+    My watry hour-glasse hath old Time's outrunne.             20
+    O I am learnèd grown: poor Loue and I
+    Haue study'd ouer all Astrology;
+    I'm perfect in Heaun's state; with euery starr
+    My skillfull greife is grown familiar.
+    Rise, fairest of those fires; what'ere thou be             25
+    Whose rosy beam shall point my sun to me.
+    Such as the sacred light that e'rst did bring
+    The Eastern princes to their infant King,
+    O rise, pure lamp! and lend thy golden ray
+    That weary Loue at last may find his way.                  30
+
+
+THE THIRD ELEGIE.
+
+    Rich, churlish Land! that hid'st so long in thee            1
+    My treasures; rich, alas! by robbing mee.
+    Needs must my miseryes owe that man a spite
+    Who e're he be was the first wandring knight.
+    O had he nere been at that cruell cost                      5
+    Natvre's virginity had nere been lost;
+    Seas had not bin rebuk't by sawcy oares
+    But ly'n lockt vp safe in their sacred shores;
+    Men had not spurn'd at mountaines; nor made warrs
+    With rocks, nor bold hands struck the World's strong barres, 10
+    Nor lost in too larg bounds, our little Rome
+    Full sweetly with it selfe had dwell't at home.
+    My poor Alexis, then, in peacefull life
+    Had vnder some low roofe lou'd his plain wife;
+    But now, ah me! from where he has no foes                  15
+    He flyes; and into willfull exile goes.
+    Cruell, return, O tell the reason why
+    Thy dearest parents have deseru'd to dy.
+    And I, what is my crime, I cannot tell,
+    Vnlesse it be a crime t' haue lou'd too well.              20
+    If heates of holyer loue and high desire,
+    Make bigge thy fair brest with immortall fire,
+    What needes my virgin lord fly thus from me,
+    Who only wish his virgin wife to be?
+    Witnesse, chast Heauns! no happyer vowes I know            25
+    Then to a virgin grave vntouch't to goe.
+    Loue's truest knott by Venus is not ty'd,
+    Nor doe embraces onely make a bride.
+    The queen of angels (and men chast as you)
+    Was maiden-wife and maiden-mother too.                     30
+    Cecilia, glory of her name and blood,
+    With happy gain her maiden-vowes made good:
+    The lusty bridegroom made approach; young man
+    Take heed (said she) take heed, Valerian!
+    My bosome's guard, a spirit great and strong,              35
+    Stands arm'd, to sheild me from all wanton wrong;
+    My chastity is sacred; and my Sleep
+    Wakefull, her dear vowes vndefil'd to keep.
+    Pallas beares armes, forsooth; and should there be
+    No fortresse built for true Virginity?                     40
+    No gaping Gorgon, this: none, like the rest
+    Of your learn'd lyes. Here you'll find no such iest.
+    I'm your's: O were my God, my Christ so too,
+    I'd know no name of Loue on Earth but you.
+    He yeilds, and straight baptis'd, obtains the grace        45
+    To gaze on the fair souldier's glorious face.
+    Both mixt at last their blood in one rich bed
+    Of rosy martyrdome, twice married.
+    O burn our Hymen bright in such high flame,
+    Thy torch, terrestriall Loue, haue here no name.           50
+    How sweet the mutuall yoke of man and wife,
+    When holy fires maintain Loue's heaunly life!
+    But I (so help me Heaun my hopes to see)
+    When thousands sought my loue, lou'd none but thee.
+    Still, as their vain teares my firm vowes did try,         55
+    Alexis, he alone is mine (said I).
+    Half true, alas! half false, proues that poor line,
+    Alexis is alone; but is not mine.
+
+
+NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+The heading in 1648 omits 'Sainte.' These variations from 1648 are
+interesting:
+
+1st Elegy: Line 9, 'would' for 'should.'
+
+  Line 17, our text (1652) drops 'way' inadvertently. TURNBULL tinkers
+  it by reading 'thee' for 'the,' instead of collating the texts.
+
+  Line 23, 'its' for 'his.'
+
+    "  25, 'when' for 'where.'
+
+    "  37, I have adopted 'th'' for 'thou' of our text (1652).
+  2d Elegy: Line 1, our text (1652) misspells 'fleed.'
+  Line 3, ib. misprints 'I' am.'
+
+    "  10, ib. drops 'beauteous' inadvertently. TURNBULL,
+  for a wonder, wakes up here to notice a deficient word; but
+  again, instead of collating his texts, inserts without authority
+  'lofty.' Had he turned to 1648 edition, he would have found
+  'beauteous.'
+
+  Line 20, I have adopted 'Time's' for 'Time.'
+
+    "  23, as in line 17 in 1st Elegy.
+
+    "  30, a reference to the 'Love will find out the way,'
+  in the old song 'Over the mountain.' 'Weary' is misprinted
+  'Wary' in 1670.
+
+  3d Elegy: Line 7, 'with' for 'by.'
+
+  Line 17, our text (1652) misprints 'Or' for 'O.'
+
+    "  20, I accept 't'' for 'to.'
+
+    "  29, 'The Blessed Virgin' for 'The queen of angels.'
+
+    "  41, 'facing' for 'gaping.'
+
+    "  43, as in line 17 in 1st Elegy.
+
+    "  50, 'hath' for 'haue.'
+
+    "  51, 'sweet's' for 'sweet.'
+
+    "  54, our text (1652) misprints 'thousand.' G.
+
+
+
+
+  Secular Poetry.
+
+  II.
+
+  AIRELLES.
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+See Note on page 184 for reference on the title here and elsewhere of
+'Airelles.' G.
+
+
+
+
+UPON THE KING'S CORONATION.[89]
+
+
+    Sound forth, coelestiall organs, let heauen's quire
+    Ravish the dancing orbes, make them mount higher
+    With nimble capers, & force Atlas tread
+    Vpon his tiptoes, e're his siluer head
+    Shall kisse his golden curthen. Thou glad Isle,
+    That swim'st as deepe in joy, as seas, now smile;
+    Lett not thy weighty glories, this full tide
+    Of blisse, debase thee; but with a just pride
+    Swell: swell to such an height, that thou maist vye
+    With heauen itselfe for stately majesty.
+    Doe not deceiue mee, eyes: doe I not see
+    In this blest earth heauen's bright epitome,
+    Circled with pure refinèd glory? heere
+    I view a rising sunne in this our sphere,
+    Whose blazing beames, maugre the blackest night,
+    And mists of greife, dare force a joyfull light.
+    The gold, in wch he flames, does well præsage
+    A precious season, & a golden age.
+    Doe I not see joy keepe his revels now,
+    And sitt triumphing in each cheerfull brow?
+    Vnmixt felicity with siluer wings
+    Broodeth this sacred place: hither Peace brings
+    The choicest of her oliue-crownes, & praies
+    To haue them guilded with his courteous raies.
+    Doe I not see a Cynthia, who may
+    Abash the purest beauties of the day?
+    To whom heauen's lampes often in silent night
+    Steale from their stations to repaire their light.
+    Doe I not see a constellation,
+    Each little beame of wch would make a sunne?
+    I meane those three great starres, who well may scorn
+    Acquaintance with the vsher of the morne.
+    To gaze vpon such starres each humble eye
+    Would be ambitious of astronomie
+    Who would not be a phoenix, & aspire
+    To sacrifice himselfe in such sweet fire?
+    Shine forth, ye flaming sparkes of Deity,
+    Yee perfect emblemes of divinity.
+    Fixt in your spheres of glory, shed from thence,
+    The treasures of our liues, your influence,
+    For if you sett, who may not justly feare,
+    The world will be one ocean, one great teare.
+
+
+
+
+UPON THE KING'S CORONATION.
+
+
+    Strange metamorphosis! It was but now
+    The sullen heauen had vail'd its mournfull brow
+    With a black maske: the clouds with child by Greife
+    Traueld th' Olympian plaines to find releife.
+    But at the last (having not soe much power
+    As to refraine) brought forth a costly shower
+    Of pearly drops, & sent her numerous birth
+    (As tokens of her greife) vnto the Earth.
+    Alas, the Earth, quick drunke with teares, had reel'd
+    From of her center, had not Ioue vpheld
+    The staggering lumpe: each eye spent all its store,
+    As if heereafter they would weepe noe more:
+    Streight from this sea of teares there does appeare
+    Full glory naming in her owne free sphere.
+    Amazèd Sol throwes of his mournfull weeds,
+    Speedily harnessing his fiery steeds,
+    Vp to Olympus' stately topp he hies,
+    From whence his glorious rivall hee espies.
+    Then wondring starts, & had the curteous night
+    Withheld her vaile, h' had forfeited his sight.
+    The joy full sphæres with a delicious sound
+    Afright th' amazèd aire, and dance a round
+    To their owne musick, nor (untill they see
+    This glorious Phoebus sett) will quiet bee.
+    Each aery Siren now hath gott her song,
+    To whom the merry lambes doe tripp along
+    The laughing meades, as joy full to behold
+    Their winter coates couer'd with naming gold.
+    Such was the brightnesse of this Northerne starre,
+    It made the virgin phoenix come from farre
+    To be repair'd: hither she did resort,
+    Thinking her father had remou'd his Court.
+    The lustre of his face did shine soe bright,
+    That Rome's bold egles now were blinded quite;
+    The radiant darts shott from his sparkling eyes,
+    Made euery mortall gladly sacrifice
+    A heart burning in loue; all did adore
+    This rising sunne; their faces nothing wore,
+    But smiles, and ruddy joyes, and at this day
+    All melancholy clouds vanisht away.
+
+
+
+
+VPON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCESSE ELIZABETH.[90]
+
+
+    Bright starre of Majesty, oh shedd on mee,
+    A precious influence, as sweet as thee.
+    That with each word, my loaden pen letts fall,
+    The fragrant Spring may be perfum'd withall.
+    That Sol from them may suck an honied shower,
+    To glutt the stomack of his darling flower.
+    With such a sugred livery made fine,
+    They shall proclaime to all, that they are thine.
+    Lett none dare speake of thee, but such as thence
+    Extracted haue a balmy eloquence.
+    But then, alas, my heart! oh how shall I
+    Cure thee of thy delightfull tympanie?
+    I cannot hold; such a spring-tide of joy
+    Must haue a passage, or 'twill force a way.
+    Yet shall my loyall tongue keepe this command:
+    But giue me leaue to ease it with my hand.
+    And though these humble lines soare not soe high,
+    As is thy birth; yet from thy flaming eye
+    Drop downe one sparke of glory, & they'l proue
+    A præsent worthy of Apollo's loue.
+    My quill to thee may not præsume to sing:
+    Lett th' hallowed plume of a seraphick wing
+    Bee consecrated to this worke, while I
+    Chant to my selfe with rustick melodie.
+      Rich, liberall heauen, what hath yor treasure store
+    Of such bright angells, that you giue vs more?
+    Had you, like our great sunne, stampèd but one
+    For earth, t' had beene an ample portion.
+    Had you but drawne one liuely coppy forth,
+    That might interpret our faire Cynthia's worth,
+    Y' had done enough to make the lazy ground
+    Dance, like the nimble spheres, a joyfull round.
+    But such is the coelestiall excellence,
+    That in the princely patterne shines, from whence
+    The rest pourtraicted are, that 'tis noe paine
+    To ravish heauen to limbe them o're againe.
+    Wittnesse this mapp of beauty; euery part
+    Of wch doth show the quintessence of art.
+    See! nothing's vulgar, every atome heere
+    Speakes the great wisdome of th' artificer.
+    Poore Earth hath not enough perfection,
+    To shaddow forth th' admirèd paragon.
+    Those sparkling twinnes of light should I now stile
+    Rich diamonds, sett in a pure siluer foyle;
+    Or call her cheeke a bed of new-blowne roses;
+    And say that ivory her front composes;
+    Or should I say, that with a scarlet waue
+    Those plumpe soft rubies had bin drest soe braue;
+    Or that the dying lilly did bestow
+    Vpon her neck the whitest of his snow;
+    Or that the purple violets did lace
+    That hand of milky downe; all these are base;
+    Her glories I should dimme with things soe grosse,
+    And foule the cleare text with a muddy glosse.
+    Goe on then, Heauen, & limbe forth such another,
+    Draw to this sister miracle a brother;
+    Compile a first glorious epitome
+    Of heauen, & Earth, & of all raritie;
+    And sett it forth in the same happy place,
+    And I'le not blurre it with my paraphrase.
+
+
+
+
+VPON A GNATT BURNT IN A CANDLE.
+
+
+    Little, buzzing, wanton elfe
+    Perish there, and thanke thy selfe.
+    Thou deseru'st thy life to loose,
+    For distracting such a Muse.
+    Was it thy ambitious aime
+    By thy death to purchase fame?
+    Didst thou hope he would in pitty
+    Haue bestow'd a funerall ditty
+    On thy ghoast? and thou in that
+    To haue outliuèd Virgill's gnatt?
+    No! The treason thou hast wrought
+    Might forbid thee such a thought.
+    If that Night's worke doe miscarry,
+    Or a syllable but vary;
+    A greater foe thou shalt me find,
+    The destruction of thy kind.
+    Phoebus, to revenge thy fault,
+    In a fiery trapp thee caught;
+    That thy wingèd mates might know it,
+    And not dare disturbe a poet.
+    Deare and wretched was thy sport,
+    Since thyselfe was crushèd for't;
+    Scarcely had that life a breath,
+    Yet it found a double death;
+    Playing in the golden flames,
+    Thou fell'st into an inky Thames;
+    Scorch'd and drown'd. That petty sunne
+    A pretty Icarus hath vndone.
+
+
+
+
+FROM PETRONIUS.[91]
+
+
+    _Ales Phasiacis petita Colchis, &c._
+
+    The bird that's fetch't from Phasis floud,
+    Or choicest hennes of Africk-brood;
+    These please our palates; and why these?
+    'Cause they can but seldome please.
+    Whil'st the goose soe goodly white,
+    And the drake, yeeld noe delight,
+    Though his wings' conceited hewe
+    Paint each feather, as if new.
+    These for vulgar stomacks be,
+    And rellish not of rarity.
+    But the dainty Scarus, sought
+    In farthest clime; what e're is bought
+    With shipwrack's toile, oh, that is sweet,
+    'Cause the quicksands hansell'd it.
+    The pretious barbill, now growne rife,
+    Is cloying meat. How stale is wife?
+    Deare wife hath ne're a handsome letter,
+    Sweet mistris sounds a great deale better.
+    Rose quakes at name of cinnamon.
+    Unlesse't be rare, what's thought vpon?
+
+
+
+
+FROM HORACE.
+
+
+    _Ille et ne fasto te posuit die, &c._
+
+    Shame of thy mother soyle! ill-nurtur'd tree!
+    Sett, to the mischeife of posteritie!
+    That hand (what e're it wer) that was thy nurse,
+    Was sacrilegious (sure) or somewhat worse.
+    Black, as the day was dismall, in whose sight
+    Thy rising topp first stain'd the bashfull light.
+    That man-­-I thinke--wrested the feeble life
+    From his old father, that man's barbarous knife
+    Conspir'd with darknes 'gainst the strangers throate;
+    (Whereof the blushing walles tooke bloody note)
+    Huge high-floune poysons, eu'n of Colchos breed,
+    And whatsoe're wild sinnes black thoughts doe feed,
+    His hands haue padled in; his hands, that found
+    Thy traiterous root a dwelling in my ground.
+    Perfidious totterer! longing for the staines
+    Of thy kind Master's well-deseruing braines.
+    Man's daintiest care, & caution cannot spy
+    The subtile point of his coy destiny,
+    Wch way it threats. With feare the merchant's mind
+    Is plough'd as deepe, as is the sea with wind,
+    (Rowz'd in an angry tempest), Oh the sea!
+    Oh! that's his feare; there flotes his destiny:
+    While from another (vnseene) corner blowes
+    The storme of fate, to wch his life he owes;
+    By Parthians bow the soldier lookes to die,
+    (Whose hands are fighting, while their feet doe flie.)
+    The Parthian starts at Rome's imperiall name,
+    Fledg'd with her eagle's wing; the very chaine
+    Of his captivity rings in his eares.
+    Thus, ô thus fondly doe wee pitch our feares
+    Farre distant from our fates, our fates, that mocke
+    Our giddy feares with an vnlook't for shocke.
+      A little more, & I had surely seene
+    Thy greisly Majesty, Hell's blackest Queene;
+    And Oeacus on his tribunall too,
+    Sifting the soules of guilt; & you, (oh you!)
+    You euer-blushing meads, where doe the blest
+    Farre from darke horrors home appeale to rest.
+    There amorous Sappho plaines vpon her lute
+    Her loue's crosse fortune, that the sad dispute
+    Runnes murmuring on the strings. Alcæus there
+    In high-built numbers wakes his golden lyre
+    To tell the world, how hard the matter went,
+    How hard by sea, by warre, by banishment.
+    There these braue soules deale to each wondring eare
+    Such words, soe precious, as they may not weare
+    Without religious silence; aboue all
+    Warre's ratling tumults, or some tyrant's fall.
+    The thronging clotted multitude doth feast:
+    What wonder? when the hundred-headed beast
+    Hangs his black lugges, stroakt with those heavenly lines; _ears_
+    The Furies' curl'd snakes meet in gentle twines,
+    And stretch their cold limbes in a pleasing fire.
+    Prometheus selfe, and Pelops stervèd sire
+    Are cheated of their paines; Orion thinkes
+    Of lions now noe more, or spotted linx.
+
+
+
+
+EX EUPHORMIONE.
+
+
+    _O Dea, siderei seu tu stirpe alma tonantis, &c._
+
+    Bright goddesse (whether Joue thy father be,
+    Or Jove a father will be made by thee)
+    Oh crowne these praiers (mov'd in a happy bower)
+    But with one cordiall smile for Cloe. That power
+    Of Loue's all-daring hand, that makes me burne,
+    Makes me confess't. Oh, doe not thou with scorne,
+    Great nymph, o'relooke my lownesse. Heau'n you know
+    And all their fellow-deities will bow
+    Eu'n to the naked'st vowes. Thou art my fate;
+    To thee the Parcæ haue given vp of late
+    My threds of life: if then I shall not live
+    By thee, by thee yet lett me die; this giue,
+    High Beautie's soveraigne, that my funerall flames
+    May draw their first breath from thy starry beames.
+    The phoenix' selfe shall not more proudly burne,
+    That fetcheth fresh life from her fruitfull vrne.
+
+
+
+
+AN ELEGY VPON THE DEATH OF MR. STANNINOW,
+
+FELLOW OF QUEENE'S COLLEDGE.[92]
+
+
+    Hath aged winter, fledg'd with feathered raine,
+    To frozen Caucasus his flight now tane?
+    Doth hee in downy snow there closely shrowd
+    His bedrid limmes, wrapt in a fleecy clowd?
+    Is th' Earth disrobèd of her apron white,
+    Kind Winter's guift, & in a greene one dight?
+    Doth she beginne to dandle in her lappe
+    Her painted infants, fedd with pleasant pappe,
+    Wch their bright father in a pretious showre
+    From heaven's sweet milky streame doth gently poure
+    Doth blith Apollo cloath the heavens with joye,
+    And with a golden waue wash cleane away
+    Those durty smutches, wch their faire fronts wore,
+    And make them laugh, wch frown'd, & wept before?
+    If heaven hath now forgot to weepe; ô then
+    What meane these shoures of teares amongst vs men?
+    These cataracts of griefe, that dare eu'n vie
+    With th' richest clowds their pearly treasurie?
+    If Winters gone, whence this vntimely cold,
+    That on these snowy limmes hath laid such hold?
+    What more than winter hath that dire art found,
+    These purple currents hedg'd with violets round.
+    To corrallize, wch softly wont to slide
+    In crimson waueletts, & in scarlet tide?
+    If Flora's darlings now awake from sleepe,
+    And out of their greene mantletts dare to peepe
+    O tell me then, what rude outragious blast
+    Forc't this prime flowre of youth to make such hast?
+    To hide his blooming glories, & bequeath
+    His balmy treasure to the bedd of death?
+    'Twas not the frozen zone; one sparke of fire,
+    Shott from his flaming eye, had thaw'd its ire,
+    And made it burne in loue: 'twas not the rage,
+    And too vngentle nippe of frosty age:
+    'Twas not the chast, & purer snow, whose nest
+    Was in the modest nunnery of his brest:
+    Noe, none of these ravish't those virgin roses,
+    The Muses, & the Graces fragrant posies.
+    Wch, while they smiling sate vpon his face,
+    They often kist, & in the sugred place
+    Left many a starry teare, to thinke how soone
+    The golden harvest of our joyes, the noone
+    Of all our glorious hopes should fade,
+    And be eclipsèd with an envious shade.
+    Noe 'twas old doting Death, who stealing by,
+    Dragging his crooked burthen, look't awry,
+    And streight his amorous syth (greedy of blisse)
+    Murdred the Earth's just pride with a rude kisse.
+    A wingèd herald, gladd of soe sweet a prey,
+    Snatch't vpp the falling starre, soe richly gay,
+    And plants it in a precious perfum'd bedd,
+    Amongst those lillies, wch his bosome bredd.
+    Where round about hovers with siluer wing
+    A golden Summer, an æternall Spring.
+    Now that his root such fruit againe may beare,
+    Let each eye water't with a courteous teare.
+
+
+
+
+UPON THE DEATH OF A FREIND.
+
+
+    Hee's dead! Oh what harsh musick's there
+    Vnto a choyce, and curious eare!
+    Wee must that Discord surely call,
+    Since sighs doe rise and teares doe fall.
+    Teares fall too low, sighes rise too high,
+    How then can there be harmony?
+    But who is he? him may wee know
+    That jarres and spoiles sweet consort soe?
+    O Death, 'tis thou: you false time keepe,
+    And stretch'st thy dismall voice too deepe.
+    Long time to quavering Age you giue,
+    But to large Youth, short time to liue.
+    You take vpon you too too much,
+    In striking where you should not touch.
+    How out of tune the world now lies,
+    Since youth must fall, when it should rise!
+    Gone be all consort, since alone
+    He that once bore the best part's gone.
+    Whose whole life, musick was; wherein
+    Each vertue for a part came in.
+    And though that musick of his life be still,
+    The musick of his name yett soundeth shrill.
+
+
+
+
+AN ELEGIE ON THE DEATH OF DR. PORTER.[93]
+
+
+    Stay, silver-footed Came, striue not to wed
+    Thy maiden streames soe soone to Neptune's bed;
+    Fixe heere thy wat'ry eyes upon these towers,
+    Vnto whose feet in reuerence of the powers,
+    That there inhabite, thou on euery day
+    With trembling lippes an humble kisse do'st pay.
+    See all in mourning now; the walles are jett,
+    With pearly papers carelesly besett.
+    Whose snowy cheekes, least joy should be exprest,
+    The weeping pen with sable teares hath drest.
+    Their wrongèd beauties speake a tragoedy,
+    Somewhat more horrid than an elegy.
+    Pure, & vnmixèd cruelty they tell,
+    Wch poseth Mischeife's selfe to parallel.
+    Justice hath lost her hand, the law her head;
+    Peace is an orphan now; her father's dead.
+    Honestie's nurse, Vertue's blest guardian,
+    That heauenly mortall, that seraphick man.
+    Enough is said, now, if thou canst crowd on
+    Thy lazy crawling streames, pri'thee be gone,
+    And murmur forth thy woes to euery flower,
+    That on thy bankes sitts in a uerdant bower,
+    And is instructed by thy glassy waue
+    To paint its perfum'd face wth colours braue.
+    In vailes of dust their silken heads they'le hide,
+    As if the oft-departing sunne had dy'd.
+    Goe learne that fatall quire, soe sprucely dight
+    In downy surplisses, & vestments white,
+    To sing their saddest dirges, such as may
+    Make their scar'd soules take wing, & fly away.
+    Lett thy swolne breast discharge thy strugling groanes
+    To th' churlish rocks; & teach the stubborne stones
+    To melt in gentle drops, lett them be heard
+    Of all proud Neptune's siluer-sheilded guard;
+    That greife may crack that string, & now vntie
+    Their shackled tongues to chant an elegie.
+    Whisper thy plaints to th' Ocean's curteous eares,
+    Then weepe thyselfe into a sea of teares.
+    A thousand Helicons the Muses send
+    In a bright christall tide, to thee they send,
+    Leaving those mines of nectar, their sweet fountaines,
+    They force a lilly path through rosy mountaines.
+    Feare not to dy with greife; all bubling eyes
+    Are teeming now with store of fresh supplies.
+
+
+
+
+  VERSE-LETTER
+
+  TO
+
+  THE COUNTESS OF DENBIGH
+
+  (1652).
+
+
+NOTE.
+
+To the volume of 1652 ('Carmen Deo Nostro' &c.) was prefixed a
+Verse-letter to the COUNTESS OF DENBIGH, illustrated with an engraving
+of a 'locked heart,' as reproduced in our quarto edition. In 1653
+('Sept. 23, 1653'), as appears from a contemporary marking in the unique
+copy in the British Museum, the following was printed: 'A Letter from
+MR. CRASHAW to the Countess of Denbigh. Against Irresolution and Delay
+in matters of Religion. London, n.d.'(4to). Collation: title-page and 3
+pages, page 1st on reverse of title-page (British Museum E. 220. 2.).
+The Paris copy is very imperfect from some unexplained reason (68 as
+against 90 lines), and it would seem that some friend of the deceased
+poet, dissatisfied with it, and having in his (or her) possession a
+fuller MS., printed, if not published it. We give the enlarged
+text--never before noticed, having been only named, without taking the
+trouble to consult and compare it, by TURNBULL; and for the student add
+the abbreviated form from 1652 'Carmen,' as it, in turn, has lines and
+words not in the other. See our Essay for more on this most
+characteristic poem, and relative to the Countess of Denbigh. G.
+
+
+
+
+AGAINST IRRESOLUTION AND DELAY IN MATTERS OF RELIGION.
+
+
+    What Heav'n-besiegèd heart is this                          1
+    Stands trembling at the Gate of Blisse:
+    Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture
+    Fairly to open and to enter?
+    Whose definition is, A Doubt                                5
+    'Twixt life and death, 'twixt In and Out.
+    Ah! linger not, lov'd soul: a slow
+    And late consent was a long No.
+    Who grants at last, a great while try'de
+    And did his best, to have deny'de                          10
+      What magick-bolts, what mystick barrs
+    Maintain the Will in these strange warrs?
+    What fatall, yet fantastick, bands
+    Keep the free heart from his own hands?
+    Say, lingring Fair, why comes the birth                    15
+    Of your brave soul so slowly forth?
+    Plead your pretences (O you strong
+    In weaknesse!) why you chuse so long
+    In labour of your self to ly,
+    Not daring quite to live nor die.                          20
+        So when the Year takes cold we see
+      Poor waters their own prisoners be:
+      Fetter'd and lock'd up fast they lie
+      In a cold self-captivity.
+    Th' astonish'd Nymphs their Floud's strange fate deplore,  25
+    find themselves their own severer shoar.
+        Love, that lends haste to heaviest things,
+      In you alone hath lost his wings.
+      Look round and reade the World's wide face,
+      The field of Nature or of Grace;                         30
+      Where can you fix, to find excuse
+      Or pattern for the pace you use?
+      Mark with what faith fruits answer flowers,
+        And know the call of Heav'n's kind showers:
+        Each mindfull plant hasts to make good                 35
+        The hope and promise of his bud.
+      Seed-time's not all; there should be harvest too.
+      Alas! and has the Year no Spring for you?
+        Both winds and waters urge their way,
+      And murmure if they meet a stay.                         40
+      Mark how the curl'd waves work and wind,
+      All hating to be left behind.
+      Each bigge with businesse thrusts the other,
+      And seems to say, Make haste, my brother.
+      The aiery nation of neat doves,                   _pure_ 45
+      That draw the chariot of chast Loves,
+      Chide your delay: yea those dull things,
+      Whose wayes have least to doe with wings,
+    Make wings at least of their own weight,
+    And by their love controll their Fate.                     50
+    So lumpish steel, untaught to move,
+    Learn'd first his lightnesse by his love.
+      What e're Love's matter be, he moves
+    By th' even wings of his own doves,
+    Lives by his own laws, and does hold                       55
+    In grossest metalls his own gold.
+      All things swear friends to Fair and Good
+    Yea suitours; man alone is wo'ed,
+    Tediously wo'ed, and hardly wone:
+    Only not slow to be undone.                                60
+    As if the bargain had been driven
+    So hardly betwixt Earth and Heaven;
+    Our God would thrive too fast, and be
+    Too much a gainer by't, should we
+    Our purchas'd selves too soon bestow                       65
+    On Him, who has not lov'd us so.
+    When love of us call'd Him to see
+    If wee'd vouchsafe His company,
+    He left His Father's Court, and came
+    Lightly as a lambent flame,                                70
+    Leaping upon the hills, to be
+    The humble king of you and me.
+    Nor can the cares of His whole crown
+    (When one poor sigh sends for Him down)
+    Detain Him, but He leaves behind                           75
+    The late wings of the lazy wind,
+      Spurns the tame laws of Time and Place,
+    And breaks through all ten heav'ns to our embrace.
+        Yield to His siege, wise soul, and see
+      Your triumph in His victory.                             80
+      Disband dull feares, give Faith the day:
+      To save your life, kill your Delay.
+      'Tis cowardise that keeps this field;
+      And want of courage not to yield.
+        Yield then, O yield, that Love may win                 85
+      The Fort at last, and let Life in.
+      Yield quickly, lest perhaps you prove
+      Death's prey, before the prize of Love.
+    This fort of your fair self if't be not wone,
+    He is repuls'd indeed, but you'r undone.                   90
+
+
+FINIS.
+
+
+
+
+FROM 'CARMEN DEO NOSTRO' (1652).
+
+
+_Non vi._
+
+    ''Tis not the work of force but skill
+    To find the way into man's will.
+    'Tis loue alone can hearts unlock;
+    Who knowes the Word, he needs not knock.'
+
+    To the noblest and best of Ladyes, the Countesse of Denbigh,
+    perswading her to Resolution in Religion, and to render her selfe
+    without further delay into the Communion of the Catholick Church.
+
+    What heau'n-intreated heart is this                         1
+    Stands trembling at the gate of blisse?
+    Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture
+    Fairly to open it, and enter.
+    Whose definition is a doubt                                 5
+    'Twixt life and death, 'twixt in and out.
+    Say, lingring Fair! why comes the birth
+    Of your brave soul so slowly forth?
+    Plead your pretences (O you strong
+    In weaknes!) why you choose so long                        10
+    In labor of your selfe to ly,
+    Nor daring quite to liue nor dy?
+    Ah! linger not, lou'd soul! a slow
+    And late consent was a long no;
+    Who grants at last, long time try'd                        15
+    And did his best to haue deny'd:
+    What magick bolts, what mystick barres
+    Maintain the will in these strange warres?
+    What fatall yet fantastick, bands
+    Keep the free heart from its own hands?                    20
+    So when the year takes cold, we see
+    Poor waters their own prisoners be:
+    Fetter'd and lockt vp they ly
+    In a sad selfe-captivity.
+    The astonisht nymphs their flood's strange fate deplore,   25
+    To see themselues their own seuerer shore.
+    Thou that alone canst thaw this cold,
+    And fetch the heart from its strong-hold;
+    Allmighty Love! end this long warr,
+    And of a meteor make a starr.                              30
+    O fix this fair Indefinite!
+    And 'mongst Thy shafts of soueraign light
+    Choose out that sure decisiue dart
+    Which has the key of this close heart,
+    Knowes all the corners of't, and can controul              35
+    The self-shutt cabinet of an vnsearcht soul.
+    O let it be at last, Loue's hour!
+    Raise this tall trophee of Thy powre;
+    Come once the conquering way; not to confute
+    But kill this rebell-word 'irresolute,'                    40
+    That so, in spite of all this peeuish strength
+    Of weaknes, she may write 'resolv'd' at length.
+    Vnfold at length, vnfold fair flowre
+    And vse the season of Loue's showre!
+    Meet His well-meaning wounds, wise heart,                  45
+    And hast to drink the wholsome dart.
+    That healing shaft, which Heaun till now
+    Hath in Loue's quiuer hid for you.
+    O dart of Loue! arrow of light!
+    O happy you, if it hitt right!                             50
+    It must not fall in vain, it must
+    Not mark the dry, regardless dust.
+    Fair one, it is your fate; and brings
+    Æternal worlds upon its wings.
+    Meet it with wide-spread armes, and see                    55
+    Its seat your soul's iust center be.
+    Disband dull feares; giue faith the day;
+    To saue your life, kill your delay.
+    It is Loue's seege, and sure to be
+    Your triumph, though His victory.                          60
+    'Tis cowardise that keeps this feild
+    And want of courage not to yeild.
+    Yeild then, O yeild, that Loue may win
+    The fort at last, and let life in.
+    Yeild quickly, lest perhaps you proue                      65
+    Death's prey, before the prize of Loue.
+    This fort of your faire selfe, if't be not won,
+    He is repulst indeed; but you are vndone.
+
+
+  END OF VOL. I.
+
+  LONDON: ROBSON AND SONS, PRINTERS, PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] TURNBULL in line 19 misprints 'Diseased his ...' making nonsense.
+Disease is = dis-ease, discompose, as used by PHINEAS FLETCHER: cf. vol.
+iii. p. 194 et alibi.
+
+[2] TURNBULL again misprints in line 3 'But' for 'Best,' once more
+making nonsense.
+
+[3] Edition of 1834, p. 295; of 1839, vol. i. p. 301. TURNBULL adds not
+one iota to our knowledge, and repeats all WILLMOTT'S erroneous dates,
+&c.
+
+[4] The present eminent Head of 'Charterhouse,' Dr. HAIG-BROWN, strove
+to find earlier documents in vain for me.
+
+[5] As before, vol. ii. p. 302.
+
+[6] I feel disposed to think that it must have been some other RICHARD
+CRASHAW, albeit attendance at both Universities was not uncommon. WOOD'S
+words are, that he was 'incorporated' in 1641 at Oxford; and his
+authority 'the private observation of a certain Master of Arts, that was
+this year living in the University;' and he adds, 'afterwards he was
+Master of Arts, in which degree it is probable he was incorporated'
+(Fasti, _s. n._).
+
+[7] I owe very hearty thanks to my good friend Mr. W. Aldis Wright,
+M.A., Trinity College, Cambridge, and to the Masters and other
+authorities of Pembroke and Peterhouse, for unfailing attention to my
+inquiries and the most zealous aid throughout.
+
+[8] My 'document' was an extract from an old Register of the Church. I
+lent it to the late Mr. ROBERT BELL (who intended to include CRASHAW in
+his 'Poets'), and somehow it got astray. My priest-correspondent at
+Loretto was dead when I applied for another copy, and the Register has
+disappeared. Of the fact, however, that CRASHAW died in 1650 there can
+be no doubt.
+
+[9] Life of COWLEY, in Lives of the Poets.
+
+[10] Works, vol. i. (1707) pp. 44-7. Line 3 by a strange oversight is
+misprinted in all the editions I have seen 'The hard, and rarest....' I
+accept WILLMOTT'S correction.
+
+[11] Query, the legal term 'seized' = taken possession of? So VAUGHAN,
+Silurist,
+
+    'O give it ful obedience, that so _seiz'd_
+    Of all I have, I may not move thy wrath' (i. 154),
+
+and
+
+    'Thou so long _seiz'd_ of my heart' (ib. p. 289). G.
+
+[12] = Iamblichus, the celebrated Neo-Platonic philosopher, author of
+{peri Pythagorou haireseus}, concerning the Philosophy of Pythagoras. G.
+
+[13] Cf. poem on Lessius, lines 18 and 38. G.
+
+[14] See our Memorial-Introduction and Essay, for remarks on HERBERT'S
+relation to CRASHAW. G.
+
+[15] '_Seven shares and a halfe._' The same phrase occurs in Ben
+Jonson's _Poetaster_. The player whom Captain Tucca bullied and fleeced,
+was one of Henslowe's company, as shown by Tucca's stinging taunt that
+they had 'fortune and the good year on their side;' the facts being that
+the Fortune theatre had just been built, and that the year had been an
+exceptionally bad one with the hitherto prosperous players. To call
+attention tacitly to the allusion 'fortune' is, in the original
+editions, printed in italics. Various other players having been
+mimicked, ridiculed, and reviled, Tucca then bids farewell to his new
+acquaintance with--'commend me to seven shares and a half;' a remark
+which by its position seems to point to the chief men of the company.
+But a great part of the office of a manager like Henslowe was, as
+exhibited in Henslowe's own Diary, just such as is depreciatingly
+described in our text. He had various dramatic authors, poetasters, and
+others in his pay and debt. Hence as the Poetaster was written in 1601,
+and this preface in 1646, it may be concluded, that 'seven shares and a
+half' was the established proportion taken by, and therefore a
+theatrical cant name for, the Manager. It follows also that as the
+Player was one of Henslowe's company, the seven shares and a half
+alluded to by Jonson was Henslowe himself, from whom he had seceded, and
+with whom he had probably quarrelled. The question, however, yet remains
+open, whether seven shares and a half was the proportion received by a
+manager, or that taken by a proprietor-manager, such as Henslowe was.
+Malone has conjectured that Henslowe drew fifteen shares; if so, the
+other seven and a half may have been as rent, and out of one of the two
+halves may have come the general expenses of the house. G.
+
+[16] '_Sixpenny soule, a suburb sinner._' This was the ordinary town
+courtesan, who, eschewing the penny and twopenny rabble of the pit and
+gallery, frequented the cheapest of the better-class seats, or main body
+of the house. G.
+
+[17] = swollen. G.
+
+[18] = as taught by Lessius, whose praise CRASHAW sang. See the Poem in
+its place in the 'Delights.' G.
+
+[19] = drinkers of Canary (wine)? G.
+
+[20] On the authorship of this Preface see our Preface. G.
+
+[21] This couplet appeared first in 1648 edition of the 'Steps to the
+Temple;' but it properly belongs to the engraving in 'Carmen Deo Nostro'
+of 1652, which is reproduced in our illustrated 4to edition. G.
+
+[22] 'The Weeper' appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 1-5):
+was reprinted in editions of 1648 (pp. 1-6), 1652 (pp. 85-92), 1670 (pp.
+1-5). For reasons stated in our Preface, our text follows that of 1652;
+but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem for details of
+various readings, &c. &c., and our Essay for critical remarks on it from
+POPE to DR. GEORGE MACDONALD. G.
+
+[23] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 7-9): reprinted in 1652
+and 1670. As before, our text is that of 1652 (pp. 55-61); but see Notes
+and Illustrations at close. The illustration, engraved by MESAGER, is
+reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition. G.
+
+[24] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 6-7): reprinted in 1648
+(pp. 9-11) and 1670 editions. As it does not appear in 'Carmen Deo
+Nostro,' &c. (1652), our text follows that of 1648; but see Notes and
+Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[25] Most of 'The Office of the Holy Crosse' appeared in the 'Steps' of
+1648, but in a fragmentary form. First came a piece 'Upon our B.
+Saviour's Passion,' which included all the Hymns. Then 'the Antiphona,'
+which was the last so called here; then 'the Recommendation of the
+precedent Hymn;' then 'a Prayer;' and lastly, 'Christ's Victory,'
+including three other of the verses, called 'the Antiphona.' Our text is
+from 'Carmen Deo Nostro' &c. of 1652, as before (pp. 31-48)--the
+engraving in which is reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition. See
+Notes and Illustrations at close of this composition. G.
+
+[26]
+
+    Mors et vita duello
+    Conflixero mirando:
+    Dux vitæ mortuus, regnat vivus.
+
+_Latin Sequence_ 12th-13th century: Vict. Pasch. G.
+
+[27] The engraving of our text (1652) here, is reproduced in our
+illustrated quarto edition. For the Latin 'Expostulatio' belonging
+thereto, see our vol. ii. G.
+
+[28] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 30-1): reprinted in
+1652 (pp. 49-51) and 1670 (pp. 174-6). Our text is that of 1652, as
+before. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[29] Originally appeared in 'Steps' of 1646 (p. 15): was reprinted in
+editions 1648 (pp. 21-2) and 1670 (p. 15). Our text is that of 1648: but
+there are only slight orthographic differences in the others. G.
+
+[30] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (p. 21): was reprinted
+in 1648 (p. 29) and 1670 (p. 22). Our text is that of 1648, but the
+others are the same except in the usual changes of orthography. The
+SANCROFT MS. in line 7 reads 'Then shall He drink;' line 9, 'My paines
+are in their nonage: my young feares;' line 10 I have adopted, instead
+of 'Are yet both in their hopes, not come to yeares,' which isn't
+English; line 12, 'are tender;' line 14, 'a towardnesse.' I have
+arranged these poems in numbered couplets as in the SANCROFT MS. I
+insert 'd,' dropped by misprint in 1648, but found in 1646 (line 13). G.
+
+[31] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 21, 22): was reprinted
+in editions of 1648 (pp. 29, 30) and 1670 (pp. 22, 23). Our text is that
+of 1648; but all agree save in usual orthographic slight changes. In
+1646 stanza ii. line 2 spells 'too' as 'two.' The SANCROFT MS. varies
+only, as usual, in the orthography. G.
+
+[32] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 23, 24): was
+reprinted in editions of 1648 (pp. 32, 33), 1652 (pp. 61-63) and 1670
+(pp. 24, 25). Our text is that of 1652, as before, but with an entire
+stanza from 1646 overlooked. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the
+poem. G.
+
+[33] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 33-40); was reprinted
+in 1652 (pp. 1-9) and 1670 (pp. 146-153). Our text is that of 1652, as
+before, and its engraving here is reproduced in our illustrated 4to
+edition. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[34] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 25-27): was
+reprinted in editions of 1648 (pp. 40-42) and 1670 (pp. 26-28). Our text
+is that of 1648: but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[35] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 27, 28): reprinted in
+editions of 1648 (pp. 42, 43) and 1670 (pp. 28, 29). Our text is that of
+1648, with which the others agree, except in usual slight changes of
+orthography, and the following adopted from the SANCROFT MS.: line 7, a
+second 'they' inserted; line 17, 'than' for 'then;' line 21
+'_vnpearch't_' = without perch or support. G.
+
+[36] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 28-31): reprinted
+in editions of 1648 (pp. 43-47), 1652 (pp. 10-16) and 1670 (pp. 29-32).
+Our text is that of 1652, as before, and its engraving here, is
+reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition. See Notes and
+Illustrations at close of this composition. G.
+
+[37] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 94, 95), where it
+is headed 'An Himne for the Circumcision day of our Lord:' reprinted in
+edition of 1648 (pp. 47, 48) with 'A' for 'An' in heading, and in the
+'Carmen &c.' of 1652 (pp. 17, 18), being there entitled simply 'New
+Year's Day,' and in the edition of 1670 (pp. 72-74). Our text is that of
+1652, as before, but there are only slight differences besides the usual
+orthographical ones, in any. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the
+poem. G.
+
+[38] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 48-55), reprinted
+in 'Carmen' &c. of 1652 (pp. 19-28) and in 1670 (pp. 153-161). Our text
+is that of 1652, as before: but see close for Notes and Illustrations.
+In our illustrated quarto edition we reproduce the engraving here of
+1652. G.
+
+[39] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 55, 56): reprinted in
+editions of 1652 (pp. 29, 30) and 1670 (pp. 161, 162). Our text is that
+of 1652, as before: but see Notes at close of the poem. G.
+
+[40] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 22, 23): reprinted in
+1648 (pp. 56, 57) and in 1670 (pp. 23, 24). Our text is that of 1648,
+with the exception of reading in line 10, 'live' for 'lives,' from 1646
+(and so in 1670). Other slight differences are simply in orthography,
+and not noted. In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'Vpon Christ's
+Resurrection.' G.
+
+[41] For critical remarks on the present very striking expansion and
+interpretation rather than translation of MARINO, the Reader is referred
+to our Essay. The SANCROFT MS. must have contained this poem, for it is
+inserted in the index; but unfortunately the pages of the MS. containing
+it have disappeared. It was first published in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp.
+51-73), and was reprinted in the editions of 1648 and 1670: and
+separately, with a brief introduction, a few years since. Our text is
+that of 1648 (pp. 57-74); but it differs from the edition of 1646 only
+in slight changes of spelling, _e.g._ 'hee' for 'he,' 'guild' for
+'gild,' and the like--not calling for record. The edition of 1670, in
+st. i. line 3, misprints '_so_ what' for 'O what,' and TURNBULL repeats
+the error, and of himself misreads in st. xxii. 'Who thunders on a
+throne of stars above' for 'Who in a throne of stars thunders above,'
+and in like manner in st. xxiv. line 8 substitutes 'getting' for
+'finding,' and in st. xxvi. line 3 'serve' for 'serves.' Again in st.
+li. first line of which is left partially blank, from (probably) the
+illegibility of CRASHAW'S MS., TURNBULL tacitly fills in, 'By proud
+usurping Herod now was borne,' and in line 3 misprints 'lineage' for
+'image'--fetching it from the 'linage' of 1670--a plausible reading, yet
+scarcely in keeping with the verb 'worn.' So too, besides lesser
+orthographic alterations, in st. xxxvi. line 2 he does not detect the
+stupid misprint 'whose' for 'my,' nor that of 'fight' for 'sight' in st.
+xlvii. line 8, while in st. lxi. he drops 'all,' which even the 1670
+edition does not do, any more than is it responsible for a tithe of
+TURNBULL'S mistakes here and throughout. G.
+
+[42] Appeared first in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 74-75): was reprinted in
+1652 (pp. 66-69) and 1670 (pp. 185-187). Our text is that of 1652: but
+see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem, and our Essay for
+critical remarks. The engraving of 1652 is reproduced in our illustrated
+quarto edition. G.
+
+[43] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 76-78), where the title
+is 'A Hymne on the B. Sacrament:' reprinted in 1652 (pp. 70­-73) and
+1670 (pp. 187-190). Our text is that of 1652; but see Notes at close of
+the poem. G.
+
+[44] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 74-78), where it is
+headed 'On a prayer booke sent to Mrs. M.R.:' was reprinted in 1648 (pp.
+78-82), where the title differs from that of 1652 (pp. 108-112) in
+leaving out 'Prayer' and 'little,' and in 1670 as in 1646. Our text is
+that of 1652; but see Notes and Illustrations at close and on M.R. in
+our Essay. G.
+
+[45] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 82-84), and was
+reprinted in 1670 (pp. 198-200). Our text is that of 1648; but see Notes
+and Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[46] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 84-5): reprinted in
+1652 (pp. 121-2) and 1670 (pp. 204-5). Out text is that of 1652, as
+before; but see Notes at close of the poem. G.
+
+[47] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (p. 78): reprinted in
+editions of 1648 (pp. 88-9) and 1670 (p. 60). Our text is that of 1648,
+with a few adopted readings as noted onward. See our Essay on Crashaw's
+relation to Herbert. In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'Vpon Herbert's
+Temple, sent to a Gentlewoman. R. CR.' Line 3 in the MS. spells 'fire,'
+and has 'faire' before 'eyes;' adopted: line 5th, books were used to be
+tied with strings: line 6th, 1646, 'you have ... th':' line 7th, MS.
+reads 'would' for 'will;' adopted: line 8th, 'to waite on your chast.'
+G.
+
+[48] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 79-84): reprinted in
+editions of 1648 (pp. 89-94), 1652 (pp. 93-100), and 1670 (pp. 61-67).
+Our text is that of 1652, as before, and its engraving of the Saint's
+portrait, and French lines here, are reproduced in our illustrated
+quarto edition. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem, and
+our Essay on Teresa and Crashaw. G.
+
+[49] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 85-6): reprinted in
+editions of 1648 (pp. 97-8) and 1670 (pp. 67-8). Our text is that of
+1648. See our Essay for the biographic interest of this poem, and also
+Notes at its close. G.
+
+[50] Appeared originally in 1648 'Steps' (pp. 94-6): reprinted in
+editions of 1652 (pp. 103-107) and 1670 (pp. 194-7). Our text is that of
+1652, as before. G.
+
+[51] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (p. 98): reprinted in 1652
+(p. 107) and 1670 (pp. 197-8). Our text is that of 1652, as before; but
+the only difference in the others is (except the usual slight changes in
+orthography), that in 1648, 2d part, line 5 reads 'longing' for
+'louing,' which I have adopted, as pointing back to the 'longing' of the
+1st part, line 2. The title I take from 1648, as in 1652 it is simply 'A
+Song.' G.
+
+[52] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 90-1): reprinted in
+1648 (pp. 99-101), 1652 (pp. 81-3), 1670 (pp. 70-2). Our text is that of
+1652, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[53] From 'Five Piovs and Learned Discourses:
+
+1. A Sermon shewing how we ought to behave our selves in God's house.
+
+2. A Sermon preferring holy Charity before Faith, Hope and Knowledge.
+
+3. A Treatise shewing that God's Law now qualified by the Gospel of
+Christ, is possible, and ought to be fulfilled of us in this life.
+
+4. A Treatise of the Divine attributes.
+
+5. A Treatise shewing the Antichrist not to be yet come.
+
+By Robert Shelford, of Ringsfield in Suffolk, Priest. Printed by the
+printers to the Universitie of Cambridge. 1635 [quarto].' See Note at
+close of the poem, and our Essay, for more on Shelford. G.
+
+[54] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 106-7), where it is
+headed 'A Hymne in Meditation of the Day of Judgement:' reprinted 1652
+(pp. 74-78), 1670 (pp. 191-4). Our text is that of 1652, and its
+engraving here is reproduced in our illustrated quarto edition. See our
+Essay for critical remarks on this great version of a supreme hymn. G.
+
+[55] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 107-9): reprinted 1652
+(pp. 52-54) and 1670 (pp. 176-8). Our text is that of 1652, as before.
+In 1648 lines 1 and 2 read 'you' for 'thee;' and line 33 'Thou' for
+'you,' the latter adopted. G.
+
+[56] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1648 (pp. 109-110): reprinted
+1652 (pp. 79-80) and 1670 (pp. 194-5). Our text is that of 1652, as
+before, and its engraving here is reproduced in our illustrated quarto
+edition in two forms (one hitherto unknown) from the Bodleian copy. G.
+
+[57] Appeared first in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 96-9): reprinted in 1648
+(pp. 111-113), 1652 (pp. 128-131), and 1670 (pp. 74-77). Our text is
+that of 1652, as before; with the exception of better readings from
+1646, as noted below. See our Memorial Introduction and Essay for
+notices of the friendship of Cowley and Crashaw. G.
+
+[58] As with Cowley's lines: see foot-note _ante_. G.
+
+[59] See our Essay for critical remarks on this and related poems. G.
+
+[60] May be 'kings;' but the MS. doubtful. G.
+
+[61] Appeared originally in 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 103-7): was
+reprinted in 1648 (pp. 1-5), and 1670 (pp. 81-6). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but all agree. See Notes and Illustrations at close of
+this poem for other two earlier translations, and our Essay for the
+original Latin, with critical remarks. In our illustrated quarto edition
+will be found a pathetic and daintily-rendered illustration, done
+expressly for us by Mrs. Blackburn of Glasgow, and engraved by W.J.
+Linton, Esq. G.
+
+[62] Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 110-1), and was
+reprinted in editions 1648 (pp. 7-8) and 1670 (pp. 106-7). Our text is
+that of 1648, as before, with the exception of 'gentlest' for 'gentle'
+from 1646 edition (line 2d), which is confirmed by the SANCROFT MS. The
+MS. in line 10 reads 'chatting:' line 16, I have corrected the usual
+reading of 'bosome' by 'blosome,' from the SANCROFT MS. The heading of
+the MS. is 'E Virg. Georg. particula. In laudem Veris. R. Cr.' _i.e._
+Georg. ii. 323-345. G.
+
+[63] Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 111): was
+reprinted in 1648 (p. 8) and 1670 (p. 107). Our text is that of 1648, as
+before; but all agree. G.
+
+[64] Our text is from the 'Hygiasticon' of LESSIUS in the English
+translation of 1636, the title-page of which is as follows:
+'Hygiasticon: or the right course of preserving Life and Health unto
+extream old Age: Together with soundnesse and integritie of the Senses,
+Iudgement, and Memorie. Written in Latine by LEONARD LESSIUS, and now
+done into English. The third Edition. Cambridge, 1636.' [42mo.] It is
+there entitled 'To the Reader, upon the Book's intent,' and begins at
+line 15; these opening lines being taken from the 'Delights' of 1646
+(pp. 112-3). See our Essay for remarks on this poem, and at close Notes
+and various readings. G.
+
+[65] Appeared originally in 'Delights' of 1646 (p. 114): was reprinted
+in 1648 (p. 10) and 1670 (pp. 109-110). Our text is that of 1648; but
+all agree. Our Poet has turned the prose of the original into verse
+(Æthiopica, lib. i. cap. 1). There was an early English translation of
+the whole, as follows: 'Heliodorus, his Æthiopian History: Done out of
+Greeke, and compared with other Translations. 1622' [quarto]. In line 2,
+1646 and 1670 read 'in' for 'with:' line 7, 1646 misprints 'thy' for
+'they.' The heading in the SANCROFT MS. is 'The faire Æthiopian, R. Cr.'
+TURNBULL perpetuates 1670's misprint of 'in' for 'with' in line 2, and
+adds one of his own in line 26, by misprinting 'guest' for 'guests.' G.
+
+[66] Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 115-117): was
+reprinted 1648 (pp. 11-13) and 1670 (pp. 110-112). Our text is that of
+1648; but all agree, save as follows: 1646 misprints 'cease' for 'ceaze'
+= seize, in line 17 from end; and 1670, line 8 from beginning, misprints
+'own' for 'owe;' the latter perpetuated by TURNBULL. The poem is an
+interpretation of the first Idyll of Moschus. Line 5, 'O yes' = the
+legal _oyiez_: line 8, 'owe' = own. G.
+
+[67] The first edition of Bishop Andrewes' Sermons was published in
+1629. Its title was 'XCVI Sermons by the Right Honourable and Reverend
+Father in God, Launcelot Andrewes, late Lord Bishop of Winchester.' It
+is dedicated to the King by Laud and Buckeridge, Bishop of Ely, the
+latter adding a funeral sermon. It has no frontispiece. LOWNDES, as
+other bibliographers, does not seem to have known the edition of 1629.
+He calls that of 1631 the first, while it was the second; and he says it
+had a frontispiece, which is incorrect, if I may judge from a number of
+copies personally examined. The third edition (1635) I have not seen:
+but in the quarto (1641) appears a frontispiece-portrait, having the
+lines above, but no name or initials. Line 8 TURNBULL misprints 'and,
+with holy.' G.
+
+[68] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 31-2): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (pp. 18-19) and 1670 (pp. 86-7). Our text is that of
+1648; but all agree. The SANCROFT MS. gives us the name of the
+'gentleman' celebrated, being thus headed, 'In obitum desideratissimi
+Mri Chambers, Coll. Reginal. Socij. R. CR.;' and in the margin in the
+archbishop's hand, 'The title and Name not in ye print.' The same MS.
+supplies us with lines 11-12 and 21-22, never before printed. This MS.
+in line 23 reads 'If yet at least he' ... and in line 32, 'are' for
+'be.' Only other slight orthographic differences. G.
+
+[69] Appeared originally in the 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 32-3): was
+reprinted in 1648 'Delights' (pp. 19-20) and 1670 (pp. 87-9). Our text
+is that of 1648; but all agree. See our Essay, as before, for notice of
+HERRYS or HARRIS. In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'In ejusdem
+præmatur. obitu. Allegoricum. R. CR.;' and line 9 reads 'tree' for
+'plant;' adopted. For a short Latin poem added here, see our vol. ii. G.
+
+[70] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 33-5): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (pp. 20-2) and 1670 (pp. 89-91). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[71] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 36-7): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (pp. 23-4) and 1670 (pp. 91-3). Our text is that of
+1648; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[72] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 38-9): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (pp. 24-6) and 1670 (93-4). Our text is that of 1648;
+but all agree. The SANCROFT MS. is headed 'Epitaphium in eundem R. CR.'
+Line 31, TURNBULL misprints 'breast' for 'breath.' G.
+
+[73] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 39-40), where it is
+headed 'An Epitaph vpon Husband and Wife, which died and were buried
+together.' G.
+
+[74] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 40-1), where it is
+headed 'Vpon Mr. Staninough's Death:' was reprinted in the 'Delights' of
+1648 (p. 27), with the simple inscription, 'At the Funerall of a young
+Gentleman,' and in 1652 (pp. 24-5), as 'Death's Lectvre and the Fvneral
+of a yovng Gentleman,' and in 1670 (_bis_), viz. p. 96 and pp. 206-7.
+Our text is that of 1652, as before; but see Notes at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[75] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (p. 40): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (p. 28) and 1670 (p. 95). Our text is that of 1648; but
+all agree. In the SANCROFT MS. the heading is 'In obitum Dris Brooke. R.
+CR.' It reads 'banck' for 'bankes' in line 7. See our Essay for notice
+of Dr. Brooke. G.
+
+[76] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 45-6): was reprinted in
+'Delights' of 1648 (pp. 28-9) and 1670 (pp. 101-2). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[77] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 47-8): was reprinted in
+1648 'Delights' (pp. 30-1) and 1670 (pp. 102-4). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[78] Appeared originally in 'Steps' of 1646 (pp. 49-50): was reprinted
+in 'Delights' of 1648 (pp. 32-3) and 1670 (pp. 104-6). Our text is that
+of 1648, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the
+poem. G.
+
+[79] Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 123-4), along
+with the other two (pp. 125-6): reprinted in 1648 (pp. 35-7) and 1670
+(pp. 117-19). Our text is that of 1648; but all agree. G.
+
+[80] TURNBULL glaringly misprints 'The heart commanding in my heart,'
+and in line 15, 'O love;' the latter after 1670 as usual, the former his
+own. G.
+
+[81] Appeared originally, without signature, in the work celebrated,
+which is a great folio. It was preceded by another, which, having been
+inserted in the 'Steps' of 1646 and the other editions (1652 excepted),
+has been continued to be reprinted as CRASHAW'S. It really belonged to
+Dr. EDWARD RAINBOW, Bishop of Carlisle, for whom, so late as 1688, it
+was first claimed by his biographer, Banks. This was pointed out in
+Notes and Queries by Rev. J.E.B. Mayor, M.A. of St. John's College,
+Cambridge (2d s. vol. iv. p. 286). One is thankful to have the claim
+confirmed by the non-presence of the poem in the SANCROFT MS., where
+only the above shorter one appears as by CRASHAW. Lines 5-8 of RAINBOW'S
+poem it was simply impossible for our singer to have written. I add the
+other at close of CRASHAW'S, as some may be curious to read it: but as
+the details of the grotesque 'Frontispiece' are celebrated by RAINBOW,
+not CRASHAW, I have departed from my intention of reproducing it in our
+illustrated quarto edition, the more readily in that I have much
+increased otherwise therein the reproductions announced. RAINBOW
+contributed to the University Collections along with CRASHAW, MORE,
+BEAUMONT, E. KING, &c. &c. See our Essay on Life and Poetry. G.
+
+[82] Appeared originally in 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 130-1): was
+reprinted in 1648 (pp. 40-1) and 1670 (pp. 122-3). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but all agree. G.
+
+[83] Appeared originally in 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 132-3), and was
+reprinted in 1648 (p. 42); but not in 1670. Our text is that of 1648;
+but all agree. The original is found in Carm. v. = 2. The SANCROFT M.S.
+reads line 4 'Blithest:' line 9 'numerous:' line 12 'A:' line 17 'our.'
+G.
+
+[84] Appeared originally in 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 134-8): was
+reprinted in 1648 (pp. 43-7) and 1670 (pp. 124-8). Our text is that of
+1648, as before; but see Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem.
+G.
+
+[85] Appeared originally in 'Voces Votivæ ab Academicis
+Cantabrigiensibus pro novissimo Carolo et Mariæ principe filio emissæ.
+Cantabrigiæ: apud Rogerum Daniel. MDCXL.' This poem did not appear in
+the edition of 1646; but it did in that of 1648 (p. 48). Not having been
+reprinted in 1670, it was overlooked by TURNBULL. Our text is from 1648;
+but the only variation from the original in 'Voces Votivæ' is in line 7,
+'to' instead of 'for.' G.
+
+[86] Appeared as in last piece: 1648 (pp. 49-53), 1670 (pp. 97-100). Our
+text is that of 1648, as before, which corrects TURNBULL in many places
+as well in errors of commission as of omission; the latter extending to
+no fewer than forty-nine entire lines, in addition to the 'Apologie' of
+fourteen lines. See Notes and Illustrations at close of the poem. G.
+
+[87] Appeared originally in 1648 'Delights;' but is not given in 1670
+edition. Line 14 is an exquisitely-turned allusion to COWLEY'S
+title-page of his juvenile Poems, 'Poetical _Blossoms_,' 1633.
+'Apricocks' = apricots. So HERRICK in the 'Maiden Blush,'
+
+    'So cherries blush, and kathern peares,
+    And _apricocks_, in youthfull yeares.'
+
+(Works, by HAZLITT, vol. ii. p. 287.) G.
+
+[88] Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1648 (pp. 67-8): was
+reprinted in 1652 (pp. 115-120) and 1670 (pp. 200-4). Our text is that
+of 1652, as before; but see various readings at close of the poems. See
+also our Essay for critical remarks. Our poet translates from the Latin
+of FRANCIS REMOND. G.
+
+[89] Charles I. See our Essay on this and kindred poems, and their
+relation to the Latin royal poems. G.
+
+[90] See our Notes to Panegyric on the Queen's 'numerous progenie.' G.
+
+[91] Petronius, Satyricon, cap. 93. G.
+
+[92] See notice of Staninough in our Essay, as before. G.
+
+[93] See our Essay, as before, for notice of PORTER. G.
+
+
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