So rich is man, that (all his debts being paid) Why bragg'st thou then, thou worm of five foot long? Thou 'rt neither fair, nor strong, nor wise, nor rich, nor young. From Job Militant. [In the same.] The Digestion of the whole History. 1. In Prosperity. Thou, whose lank fortunes Heaven hath swell'd with store, Make not thyself, by over-wishing, poor: Husband that good, which else abuse makes bad, Abstracting where thy base desire would add: Lines flowing from Sophoclean quill 2. In Adversity. Hath Heaven withdrawn the talent he hath given thee? Hath envious death of all thy sons bereaven thee? Have foul diseases foil'd thee on the floor? He earns no sweet, that never tasted sour: Pose thee too hard, he will instruct thee too. 3. In Temptation. Art thou oppos'd to thy unequal foe? 4. In Slander. If winter fortunes nip thy summer friends, Thou hast a milk-white Thisbe that is with thee, 5. In Re-advancement. Art thou advanc'd to thy supreme desire ? "To the Reader." [Prefixed to his History of Sampson,' p. 253. In the same "The tyranny of my affairs was never yet so imperious, but I could steal some hours to my private meditations; the fruits of which stolen time, I here present thee with, in From Sion's Elegies. [In the same.] Eleg. xvIII. So the quick-scented beagles, in a view, O'er hill and dale the fleeting chase pursue, 'The History of Sampson.' Wherein, if thy extreme severity check at any thing which thou conceivest may not stand with the majesty of this sacred subject, know, that my intention was not to offend my brother. The wisest of kings, inspired by the King of Wisdom, thought it no detraction from the gravity of his holy Proverbs, to describe a harlot like a harlot; her whoreish attire; her immodest gesture; her bold countenance; her flattering tongue; her lascivious embraces; her unchaste kisses; her impudent invitations: if my descriptions in the like kind offend, I make no question but the validity of my warrant will give a reasonable satisfaction. He that lifts not his feet high enough, may easily stumble: but on the contrary, if any be, whose worse than sacrilegious minds shall profane our harmless intentions with wanton conceits, to such I heartily wish a 'Procul ite.'' Let none such look farther than this Epistle at their own perils; if they do, let them put off their shoes, for this is HOLY GROUND.' Foul hands will muddle the clearest waters, and base minds will corrupt the purest text. If any offence be taken, it is by way of stealth, for there is none willingly given. I write to Bees, and not to Flee to the fields? there with the sword I meet; Funeral Elegies. [In the same.] Eleg. VIII. Had virtue, learning, the diviner arts, Secure from change, our AILMER * ne'er had died. Spiders; they will suck pleasing honey from such flowers; those may burst with their own poison; but you, whose well-seasoned hearts are not distempered with either of these extremities, but have the better relish of a sacred understanding, draw near and read." * "He was one, whose life and death made as full and perfect a story of worth and goodness, as earth would suffer; and whose pregnant virtues deserve as faithful a register, as earth can keep." QUARLES to his "Readers," prefixed to the above Funeral Elegies, Fond Earth forbear, and let thy childish eyes Ne'er weep for him thou ne'er knew'st how to prize; Eleg. XIII. No, no, he is not dead; the mouth of fame, He lives; The perfect vision of eternal joy *. ** This tautology appears to have escaped our poet. The above “Şion and Funeral Elegies" are composed in such a that each begins with the letter of the alphabet in Succession as far as Y. There are some beautiful passages "Sion Sonnets" composed in eight-line stanzas. manner, in the EDITOR. |