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A50938
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Poems, &c. upon several occasions both English and Latin, &c. / composed at several times by Mr. John Milton ; with a small tractate of education to Mr. Hartlib.
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Milton, John, 1608-1674.
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youth Wisely hast shun'd the broad way and the green And with those few art eminently seen That labour up the Hill of heav'nly Truth The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast and they that overween And at thy growing vertues fret their splee◠No anger find in thee but pity and ruth Thy care is fixt and zealously attends To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light And Hope that reaps not shame Therefore be sure Thou when the Bridegroom with his feastfull friends Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night Hast gain'd thy entrance Virgin wise and pure X. Daughter to that good Earl once President Of Englands Counsel and her Treasury Who liv'd in both unstain'd with gold or fee. And left them both more in himself content Till the sad breaking of that Parlament Broke him as that dishonest victory At Chaeronea fatal to liberty Kill'd with report that Old man eloquent Though later born then to have known the dayes Wherin your Father flourisht yet by you Madam me thinks I see him living yet So well your words his noble vertues praise That all both judge you to relate them true And to possess them Honour'd Margaret XI A Book was was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon And wov'n close both matter form and stile The Subject new it walk'd the Town a while Numbring good intellects now seldom por'd on Cries the stall-reader bless us what a word on A title page is this and some in file Stand spelling fals while one might walk to Mile End Green Why is harder Sirs then Gordon Coliktto or Macdonnel or Galasp Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp Thy age like ours O Soul of Sir John Cheek Hated not Learning wors then Toad or Asp When thou taught'st Cambridge and King Edward Greek XII On the same I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs By the known rules of antient libertie When strait a barbarous noise environs me Of Owles and Cuckoes Asses Apes and Doggs As when those Hinds that were transform'd to Froggs Raild at Latona's twin-born progenie Which after held the Sun and Moon in fee. But this is got by casting Pearl to Hoggs That bawle for freedom in their senceless mood And still revolt when truth would set them 〈◊〉 Licence they mean when they cry libertie For who loves that must first be wife and good But from that mark how far they roave we see For all this wast of wealth and loss of blood To Mr. H. Lawes on his Aires XIII Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song First taught our English Musick how to span Words with just note and accent not to scan With Midas Ears committing short and long Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng With praise enough for Envy to look wan To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth aire couldst humor best our tongu Thou honour'st Verse and Verse must send her wing To honour thee the Priest of Phoebus Quire That tun'st their happiest lines in Hymn or Story Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Then his Casella whom he woo'd to sing Met in the milder shades of Purgatory XIV When Faith and Love which parted from thee never Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load Of Death call'd Life which us from Life doth sever Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind nor in the grave were trod But as Faith pointed with her golden rod Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever Love led them on and Faith who knew them best Thy hand-maids clad them o're with purple beams And azure wings that up they flew so drest And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams Before the Judge who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams On the late Massacher in Piemont XV. Avenge O Lord thy slaughter'd Saints whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones Forget not in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks Their 〈◊〉 is The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills and they To Heav'n Their martyr'd blood and ashes so O're all th' Italian fields where still doth sway The triple Tyrant that from these may grow A hunder'd-fold who having learnt thy way Early may fly the Babylonian wo. XVI When I consider how my light is spent E're half my days in this dark world and wide And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker and present My true account least he returning chide Doth God exact day labour light deny'd I fondly ask But patience to prevent That murmur soon replies God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts who best Bear his milde yoak they serve him best his State Is Kingly Thousands at his bidding speed And post o're Land and Ocean without rest They also serve who only stand and waite XVII I w 〈…〉 e of vertuous Father vertuous Son Now that the Fields are dank and ways are mire Where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire Help wast a sullen day what may be won From the hard Season gaining time will run On smoother till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth and cloth in fresh attire The Lillie and Rose that neither sow'd nor spun What neat repast shall feast us light and choice Of Attick tast with Wine whence we may rise To hear the Lute well toucht or artfull voice Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre He who of those delights can judge And spare To interpose them oft is not unwise XVIII Cyriack whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of Brittish Themis with with no mean applause Pronounc't and in his volumes taught our Lawes Which others at their Barr so often wrench To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench In mirth that after no repenting drawes Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause And what the Swede intend and what the French To measure life learn thou betimes and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest way For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains And disapproves that care though wise in show That with superfluous burden loads the day And when God sends a cheerful hour refrains XIX Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did save And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint Came vested all in white pure as her mind Her