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  Cleft as the top of the inspired hill; Struggles the soul of my divided quill; Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire; That Sinai's living and enlivening fire; Behold my powers storm'd by a twisted light O' th' Sun and his; first kindled his sight; And my lost thoughts invoke the prince of day; My right to th' spring of it and him do pray。

  Say; happy youth; crown'd with a heav'nly ray Of the first flame; and interwreathed bay; Inform my soul in labour to begin; Ios or Anthems; Poeans or a Hymne。 Shall I a hecatombe on thy tripod slay; Or my devotions at thy altar pay? While which t' adore th' amaz'd world cannot tell; The sublime Urim or deep oracle。

  Heark! how the moving chords temper our brain; As when Apollo serenades the main; Old Ocean smooths his sullen furrow'd front; And Nereids do glide soft measures on't; Whilst th' air puts on its sleekest; smoothest face; And each doth turn the others looking…glasse; So by the sinewy lyre now strook we see Into soft calms all storm of poesie; And former thundering and lightning lines; And verse now in its native lustre shines。

  How wert thou hid within thyself! how shut! Thy pretious Iliads lock'd up in a nut! Not hearing of thee thou dost break out strong; Invading forty thousand men in song; And we; secure in our thin empty heat; Now find ourselves at once surprised and beat; Whilst the most valiant of our wits now sue; Fling down their arms; ask quarter too of you。

  So cabin'd up in its disguis'd coarse rust; And scurf'd all ore with its unseemly crust; The diamond; from 'midst the humbler stones; Sparkling shoots forth the price of nations。   Ye safe unriddlers of the stars; pray tell; By what name shall I stamp my miracle? Thou strange inverted Aeson; that leap'st ore From thy first infancy into fourscore; That to thine own self hast the midwife play'd; And from thy brain spring'st forth the heav'nly maid! Thou staffe of him bore him; that bore our sins; Which; but set down; to bloom and bear begins! Thou rod of Aaron; with one motion hurl'd; Bud'st a perfume of flowers through the world! You strange calcined seeds within a glass; Each species Idaea spring'st as 'twas! Bright vestal flame that; kindled but ev'n now; For ever dost thy sacred fires throw!

  Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age; That now had three times ore out…liv'd the stage; And all those beams contracted into one; Alcides in his cradle hath outdone。

  But all these flour'shing hiews; with which I die Thy virgin paper; now are vain as I: For 'bove the poets Heav'n th' art taught to shine And move; as in thy proper crystalline; Whence that mole…hill Parnassus thou dost view; And us small ants there dabbling in its dew; Whence thy seraphic soul such hymns doth play; As those to which first danced the first day; Where with a thorn from the world…ransoming wreath Thou stung; dost antiphons and anthems breathe; Where with an Angels quil dip'd i' th' Lambs blood; Thou sing'st our Pelicans all…saving flood; And bath'st thy thoughts in ever…living streams; Rench'd from earth's tainted; fat and heavy steams。 There move translated youth inroll'd i' th' quire; That only doth with wholy lays inspire; To whom his burning coach Eliah sent; And th' royal prophet…priest his harp hath lent; Which thou dost tune in consort unto those Clap wings for ever at each hallow'd close: Whilst we; now weak and fainting in our praise; Sick echo ore thy Halleluiahs。

 Revett has some verses to the memory of Lovelace; which will be found among the Elegies at the end of the volume。 The present lines were apparently written for a projected edition of Revett's poems; which; for some unknown reason; was never published。  Revett has also verses prefixed to THE ROYAL GAME OF CHESSE PLAY; 1656; to AYRES AND DIALOGUES; by John Gamble; 1656; and to Hall's translation of the COMMENT OF HIEROCLES UPON THE GOLDEN VERSES OF PYTHAGORAS; 1657。

 Original has COURSE。

 This is only one instance among many which might be cited from LUCASTA of the employment of an intransitive verb in a transitive signification。

 i。e。 THAT BORE HIM。

 i。e。 THAT BUD'ST。

 Orig。 has THOU。

 This word; now employed only in a special sense; was formerly a very common and favourite metaphor。  Thus Lord Westmoreland; in his OTIA SACRA; 1648; p。 19; says:

    〃When all the vertue we can here put on      Is but refined imperfection;      Corruption calcined〃

          See also p。 137 of the same volume。

 Rinsed。



  ON THE BEST; LAST; AND ONLY REMAINING COMEDY                OF MR。 FLETCHER。

           THE WILD GOOSE CHASE。

  I'm un…ore…clowded; too! free from the mist! The blind and late Heaven's…eyes great Occulist; Obscured with the false fires of his sceme; Not half those souls are lightned by this theme。

  Unhappy murmurers; that still repine (After th' Eclipse our Sun doth brighter shine); Recant your false grief; and your true joys know; Your blisse is endlesse; as you fear'd your woe! What fort'nate flood is this! what storm of wit! Oh; who would live; and not ore…whelm'd in it? No more a fatal Deluge shall be hurl'd: This inundation hath sav'd the world。 Once more the mighty Fletcher doth arise; Roab'd in a vest studded with stars and eyes Of all his former glories; his last worth Imbroiderd with what yet light ere brought forth。 See! in this glad farewel he doth appear Stuck with the Constellations of his Sphere; Fearing we numb'd fear'd no flagration; Hath curl'd all his fires in this one ONE: Which (as they guard his hallowed chast urn) The dull aproaching hereticks do burn。

  Fletcher at his adieu carouses thus To the luxurious ingenious; As Cleopatra did of old out…vie; Th' un…numb'red dishes of her Anthony; When (he at th' empty board a wonderer) Smiling she calls for pearl and vinegar; First pledges him in's BREATH; then at one draught Swallows THREE KINGDOMS of To HIS BEST THOUGHT。

  Hear; oh ye valiant writers; and subscribe; (His force set by) y'are conquer'd by this bribe。 Though you hold out your selves; he doth commit In this a sacred treason in your wit; Although in poems desperately stout; Give up: this overture must buy you out。

  Thus with some prodigal us'rer 't doth fare; That keeps his gold still vayl'd; his steel…breast bare; That doth exceed his coffers all but's eye; And his eyes' idol the wing'd Deity: That cannot lock his mines with half the art As some rich beauty doth his wretched heart; Wild at his real poverty; and so wise To win her; turns himself into a prise。 First startles her with th' emerald Mad…Lover The ruby Arcas; least she should recover Her dazled thought; a Diamond he throws; Splendid in all the bright Aspatia's woes; Then to sum up the abstract of his store; He flings a rope of Pearl of forty more。 Ah; see! the stagg'ring virtue faints! which he Beholding; darts his Wealths Epitome; And now; to consummate her wished fall; Shows this one Carbuncle; that darkens all。

 〃THE WILD…GOOSE CHASE。  A Comedie: As it hath been acted with singular applause at the BLACKFRIERS。  Being the Noble; Last; and Onely REMAINES of those Incomparable DRAMATISTS; Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher; Gent。 London: Printed for Humphrey Moseley; 1652;〃 folio。

 Singer reads HE; but original SHE; as above。  Of course Cleopatra is meant。

 Fletcher's MAD LOVER。

 Fletcher's FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS。

 THE MAID'S TRAGEDY; by Beaumont and Fletcher; 1619。

 Should we not read FIFTY; and understand the collected edition of Beaumont and Fletcher's Works in 1647?

 The WILD…GOOSE CHASE; which is also apparently the CARBUNCLE mentioned two lines lower down。



                    TO    MY NOBLE KINSMAN THOMAS STANLEY; ESQ。           ON HIS LYRICK POEMS COMPOSED            BY MR。 JOHN GAMBLE。

                    I。 What means this stately tablature;   The ballance of thy streins; Which seems; in stead of sifting pure;   T' extend and rack thy veins? Thy Odes first their own harmony did break: For singing; troth; is but in tune to speak。

                   II。 Nor trus thy golden feet and

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