"How their high favours like as fig-trees are, "That grow upon the fides of rocks; where they "Who reach their fruit, adventure must fo far, "As t' hazard their deep downfal and decay. "Their grace not fix'd; but as a blazing star, "Burns out the prefent matter, and away: "And how the world could too well witness bear, "That both their loves and hates like dang'rous [were." Thus he complains, and makes his home retire; All difappointed of his purposes.
For hoping by this match to hold entire
That lady, with her great alliances;
And have the king more firm to his defire,
By managing of both their bus'neffes:
He by this match (thus made without his mean)
Comes barr'd from all those tying int'refts clean.
For well he knew that all his fervice pat,
Was paft; and would not be a future tie
To hold him in, unless that he could caft
To introduce fome mere neceffity
Of his employment, that were like to laft,
And hut out all other concurrency:
Without which nor his greatnefs, nor his wits,
Could ward him from the king's unconftant fits.
Which more perplex'd him, and in nearer fort, Than what France might by his emballage gucfs," Or England deem. But b'ing arriv'd at court, He draws a traverfe 'twixt his grievances: Looks like the time-His eye made not report Of what he felt within. Nor was he lefs Than uf'ally he was in ev'ry part; Wore a clear face upon a cloudy heart :
Congratulates the queen-Commends the king For his rare choice. Protefting her to be Far beyond all the world befide could bring, To fit his liking and that he did fee The Lady Bona was a peevish thing, Sullen and proud; and would in no degree Have pleas'd his humour, or in any fort Have fatisfy'd the ladies of this court.
And after having finish'd all the rite Of compliment and intervifiting, He humbly craves difmiflion, that he might Retire a while, t' attend the managing And fetting of his country bus'nefs right, Whereby the better to attend the king.
"Here have you ftate enough, to be a court "Unto your felf! here! where the world attends "On you, (not you on it) obferved fole: "You elfewhere but a part, are here the whole.
DEATH OF THE LATE NOBLE EARL OF DEVONSHIRE.
ow that the hand of death hath laid thee there,,
Where neither greatnefs, pomp, nor grace we fee,
Nor any diff'rences of earth; and where
No veil is drawn betwixt thyfelf and thee.
Now, Devonshire, that thou art but a name,
And all the reft of thee befides is gone;
When men conceive thee not but by the fame
Of what thy virtue and thy worth have done;
Now shall my verse, which thou in life did'ft grace,
(And which was no difgrace for thee to do)
Not leave thee in the grave, that ugly place,
That few regard, or have refpect unto :
Where all attendance and obfervance ends;
Where all the funfhine of our favour fets;
Where what was ill no countenance defends,
And what was good th' unthankful world forgets.
Herc fhalt thou have the service of my pen;
(The tongue of my best thoughts) and in that cafe
I cannot be suppos'd to flatter, when
I fpeak behind thy back, not to thy face.
Men never foothe the dead, but where they do
Find living ties to hold them thereunto.
And I ftand clear from any other chain
Which was so nobly fram'd, fo well compos'd,
As virtue never had a fairer seat,
Nor could be better lodg'd, nor more repos'd,
Than in that goodly frame; where all things fw
And all things quiet, hold a peaceful reft;
Where paffion did no fudden tumults raise,
That might disturb her-nor was ever breast
Contain'd fo much, or made fo little noise:
That by thy filent modesty is found
The empti'ft veffels make the greatest sound.
For thou fo well difcern'd'ft thyfelf, had'it rea
Man and his breath fo well, as made thee ford
The less to speak; as b'ing ordain'd to spread
Thyself in action, rather than discourse.
Though thou hadst made a general furvey
Of all the best of men's best knowledges,
And knew as much as ever learning knew;
Yet did it make thee trust thyself the lefs,
And lefs prefume-And yet when being mov
In private talk to speak; thou did'st bewray
How fully fraught thou wert within; and pr
That thou did'st know whatever wit could fa
Which fhew'd, thou had'it not books, as
Than of my love; which freeborn, draws free For oftentation, but for ufe: and that
The benefit thou gav'ft me, to sustain
My humble life, I lose it by thy death.
Nor was it fuch, as it could lay on me
Any exaction of refpect fo strong,
As t' enforce m' obfervance beyond thee,
Or make my confcience differ from my tongue :
"For I have learnt, it is the property
"For free men to speak truth, for flaves to lie."
And therefore I fincerely will report,
First how thy parts were fair convey'd within ;
How that brave mind was built, and in what
All thy contexture of thy heart hath been:
Thy bount'ous memory was fuch as gave
A large revenue of the good it gat.
Witnefs fo many volumes, whereto thou
Haft fet thy notes under thy learned hand,
And mark'd them with that print, as will
The point of thy conceiving thoughts did sta
That none would think, if all thy life had be
Turn'd into leisure, thou could'st have attain
So much of time, to have perus'd and feen
So many volumes that fo much contain'd.
Which furniture may not be deem'd leaft ra
Amongst thofe ornaments that fweetly digh
Thy folitary (a) Wanted; where thy care
(a) The library at Wanked,
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